Page 36 of Trapped By the Maharaja

It was well past midnight when the doors of the master suite shut behind Sanjana with a heavy thud.

Ram didn’t even look at her as he walked towards the closet and began stripping off the jeweled cuffs of his sherwani. Sanjana followed angrily behind him.

“What the hell was that, Ram?”

He glanced up, eyes unreadable. “You’ll have to be more specific.”

She took a step toward him. “Whatever happened with Rishan?”

His mouth curved in a dark, humorless smile. “I told my cousin to keep his hands off my wife.”

Her breath caught, anger surging higher. “You did more than just tell him. You punched his face and threatened him. You can’t stand him near me because—”

“Don’t.” The word came out as a growl, low and dangerous.

His low growl caused her skin to break into goosebumps.

But she stepped closer, meeting his gaze without flinching, fury sparking in her chest. “Why not? It’s the truth of what happened in the past.”

His jaw flexed, a muscle ticking near his temple.

She pressed on, deliberately twisting the blade. “You married a woman whom you can never trust. The one who cheated on you with your own cousin. Let me go, Ram. Release me from this marriage.”

For a long, dangerous moment, he said nothing. The silence between them felt electric, heavy with restrained fury.

Then his voice dropped to a low growl. “You are mine. And I will never let you go.”

Before she could react, his mouth crashed down on hers.

It wasn’t a kiss meant to persuade—it was pure possession. Her hands flew up, intending to push him away, but her fingers betrayed her, curling into the fine fabric of his sherwani. His arm locked around her waist, pulling her flush against the hard planes of his body.

She kissed him back, and their kiss grew more urgent, more intense, as they both gave in to the passion that had been simmering just beneath the surface for so long.

Their lips parted briefly as they tore at each other's clothes, their anger and resentment fueling their desire.

Her half-saree was ripped away, leaving her in just a long underskirt and thin blouse.

The blouse tore easily while she yanked apart on the diamond buttons holding his sherwani together in the front.

He shrugged out his torn clothes before sweeping her into his arms and carrying her to bed.

Her heart thudded as he threw her onto the four-poster bed. Before she could catch her breath, his powerful body covered hers, and his kisses left a trail of fire down her neck. Mia's hands roamed over his bare chest, feeling the strength she had both feared and craved.

With a hard jerk, he yanked her long skirt up, the sound of fabric tearing piercing the air as he ripped off her panties. The coldness of the room hit her bare skin, making her gasp. His eyes raked over her, his hunger unmistakable. “You're mine,” he growled, his voice thick with need.

Her breath hitched, a thrill of fear mixed with desire coursing through her veins. She knew what was happening between them was something primal, something that had been festering since the day he dragged her into his life again.

“I am yours only until the contract,” she said, her voice barely a whisper.

His eyes flashed with something before they darkened with hunger again. “Tonight, you're mine,” he said, his voice a promise. He pushed her legs apart, his own need apparent as he positioned himself at her entrance.

Her heart hammered against her ribs as she felt the hardness against her.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear.

She wanted to hate him, to push him away, but she couldn't. She wanted him, too, with a ferocity that scared her.

Her body betrayed her, responding to his touch as if it had been waiting for this moment.

His eyes bore into hers, and then with one swift thrust, he filled her completely, her body stretching to accommodate him. A gasp tore from her throat as he claimed her with a low growl.

She felt his teeth sinking into her neck, his hips never stilling.

Each bite sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, making her clench around his hardness.

It was a dance of dominance and submission, a fiery passion that neither had ever experienced.

Her nails raked down his back, making him growl.

Her eyes squeezed shut, her teeth clenched as she tried to hold back the whimpers that threatened to escape.

The pain was exquisite, a twisted reminder of their tumultuous past. Each time he filled her, she felt a mix of anger and pleasure, a heady cocktail that had her arching her back and her hips rising to meet his.

The bed frame creaked in protest as they continued their heated battle, the sound a testament to their unbridled passion.

She told herself she shouldn’t want him, shouldn’t crave his touch, but her body had a mind of its own.

The pressure inside her grew, and she could feel her body climbing towards a peak. She clung to him, her nails digging deeper into his back as he thrust into her with a ferocity that seemed to shake the bed. His breath was hot and ragged in her ear, his grunts of pleasure echoing through her body.

“Open your eyes and look at me,” he growled. “Look at who you belong to.”

She snapped her eyes open, and she found herself staring into the depths of dark gaze, filled with hunger.

His darkly handsome face was flushed with exertion, and his jaw was clenched as he drove into her again and again.

The intensity of his stare was almost too much to handle, but she couldn’t look away.

Her hands found his face, her thumbs tracing the sharp angles of his jaw as she pulled him down for another bruising kiss.

Her tongue danced with his, the taste of expensive whiskey and anger on his breath.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper, needing more of him.

It was as if all the years of bitterness and anger had been distilled into this one moment, and now it was spilling over into something wild and uncontrollable.

Their bodies moved together in passion and anger, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Don’t hold back,” he growled. “Come for me.”

Her eyes flashed in anger at his command, her body rebelling against the idea of giving him the satisfaction.

But she was too lost in the tumult of pleasure to refuse.

She bit down on his shoulder, her nails digging into his back as she tried to keep the scream at bay.

But it was no use. With another powerful thrust of his body, she climaxed hard, her body spasming around him, her scream echoing through the suite.

His climax followed closely behind, a roar ripping from his chest as he emptied himself into her.

He held her tightly, while he remained buried deep inside her, his breath hot and ragged against her neck. For a moment, it was as if nothing else existed but the two of them, locked in this battle of wills, their bodies joined in the most primal of ways.

But before she could catch her breath, he began moving again. She gasped even as her body clenched in need.

Their mouths met in heated kisses. Sweat slicked their skin as they moved together, the air in the room growing thick with the scent of desire.

Her breasts bounced with every thrust, her nipples tight and sensitive against the soft fabric of her ripped blouse.

His large, calloused hands found them, squeezing and rolling the tender flesh between his fingers, eliciting gasps from her parted lips.

The sensation was almost too much, pushing her closer to the edge of reason, making her body crave more of his touch.

For the rest of the night, their bodies moved in a dance of anger and passion.

They came together with a desperation that was both liberating and terrifying, the room echoing with their grunts and gasps.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him deeper, her nails digging into his back as he claimed her over and over again.

The orgasms that ripped through her were unlike anything she had ever felt before, a white-hot explosion of pleasure that seemed to consume her entire being.

Soon, the first light of dawn crept through the heavy curtains, painting the room in soft shades of gray and gold. Her eyes fluttered shut, her mind lost in the sensation of his hardness filling her body, while his warmth seeped into her very soul.

His arms tightened around her sweat-slicked body, pulling her limp form against his chest. Her breathing was shallow, exhausted from their relentless night, every muscle trembling with residual tension. She tried to push away weakly, but his grip was unyielding.

“Sleep,” he murmured a command against her forehead.

Slowly, her head sank onto his muscular chest, her ear pressed to the steady, powerful thud of his heartbeat. Her eyelids grew heavy, and she fell into an exhausted sleep.