Page 67 of Trapped By the Maharaja

She knew she should stop him and push him away, but she couldn’t.

Pulling her closer, he kissed her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as his tongue traced the line of her pulse. The heat from his mouth sent a shiver down her spine, and she felt his hunger for her in every nibble and suck.

Her hands, which had once pushed against his chest, now clung to his shoulders for support as his kisses grew more intense.

His mouth moved lower, and then, she felt heat enclosing her nipple.

She cried out and her head fell back with her eyes squeezed shut, while he claimed her breasts with his hot mouth.

Her nipples pebbled under his attention, the sensation shooting straight to her core.

Her hands dug into his shoulders, pulling him closer.

His mouth was insatiable, leaving a trail of heat across her skin. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, rolling it with his tongue, while his thumb teased the other, eliciting a moan that was ripped from the very core of her soul.

The wetness between her legs grew and throbbed. Her body arched into him, and she shifted restlessly with her hips grinding against his hardened length.

The rational part of her mind knew she should stop, but she was too lost in the storm of sensation.

His mouth was like a brand, searing her flesh, leaving her gasping for more. Her body was on fire, and he was the only one who could extinguish it.

Just as she was about to beg him for more, there was a soft knock on the door.

She froze, and her eyes flew open.

Her eyes met his as he raised his head. His gaze was dark with desire, his breathing ragged.

They stared at each other.

A voice called out from outside. “Lunch is ready, Maharaja.”

The elderly housekeeper’s gentle voice seemed to echo through the large room of the home office.

Oh my God.

Panic filled her. Her hands pushed against his chest with renewed strength, and she slid off his lap, her legs wobbly.

Her cheeks burned with embarrassment seeing wet spots on the front of her bra. With trembling fingers, she picked up the discarded cotton kurti and put it back.

He watched her with a heated gaze that was now unreadable. Her stomach fluttered hard looking at his handsome face. His neatly styled hair was now messy, and his expensive shirt was wrinkled where she had grabbed it.

Terrified that she would give in to the impulse of adjusting his hair and running her hands on his hard chest, she stepped away from him.

“I need to leave,” she murmured, turning and walking.

With each step towards the door, the weight of his stare grew heavier.

She pulled the door open and stepped out. Just when she thought she could breathe, she saw the elderly housekeeper and maid looking at her with surprise. Their eyes lingered on her disheveled appearance and on her heated cheeks.

“Oh, please excuse us, Maharani,” Rukmini-amma said with a knowing look. “We didn’t know you were inside.”

Sanjana’s cheeks heated more. “That’s okay,” she said. “I-I’ll be ready for lunch soon.”

Without waiting for an answer, she turned and hurried towards the master suite, her shoes clicking against the marble floor. As soon as she reached the double doors of the master suite, she pushed them open and stepped in.

She shut the doors and leaned against them with her mind racing. Her lips still burned from Ram’s kiss, and her body throbbed with unfulfilled desire. She pressed her fingers to her mouth.

What the hell happened?