I updated chapters 9 and 10 recently, so read those first if you haven't:
Chapter Nine - Page 21
Chapter Ten - Page 22
The closest that she had seen this side of him, was the day they separated. That day he had pushed her against the wall so hard that her back was red for a long time. She remembered how he nearly tore her clothes off, his lips on her neck, trying to prove his rights on her. She remembered how fresh tears fell from her eyes and fell on his skin. He had looked at her as if it had woken him up, then gave her a look of disgust before storming out of the room.
That was the last time she had seen him alone.
Now, his hand tightly gripping her arm, he pulled her close to him and she struggled against his grasp, giving him a look that warned him to stay away.
"Randhir stop it," she said, through gritted teeth as his face moved closer and closer.
She knew she could push him off, he was only holding one of her wrists, but she didn't know why her body was not agreeing with her mind. Why did every inch of her skin feel goosebumps at the mere prospect of his touch? She felt his free hand firmly grip her waist and pull her body against his.
She could feel his breath on her ear and her chest started to heave faster.
"S - stop it Randhir," she said again, trying to sound firm, but even in her tone her lack of confidence showed, her uncertainty. Did she really want him to stop?
Her body pressed against his, she could feel his desire, and that just made her gasp.
"S - stop it," she whispered weakly.
Then before she knew it, his lips closed over the top of her ear, sucking the erogenous area, his tongue flicking out and drawing patterns against the folds of her ear as her breathing quickened even more.
She bit on her lip to suppress a moan as he let go of her wrist and brought his other hand around her waist, softly rubbing her lower back and grabbing her ass, holding her tightly against him.
Her hands wrapped around his neck as his lips sucked on her earlobe before trailing kisses down her neck, pausing to suck harshly, causing her to wince a bit... but even that pain contained a thousand fold more pleasure.
"Mmm Randhir..." she whispered, but he grabbed her cheek, his fingers losing themselves in her hair as he held her face in place.
She grabbed his hair with her hands and tugged on it. He looked up at her, an annoyed expression taking over his features... he never liked it when she interrupted him when he was pleasuring her, but she couldn't control herself.
She needed him now.
"Sofa... sit..." she whispered, half moaning, "Randhir..."
He obeyed immediately, and held her hand, leading her to the couch before sitting down on it. Sanyukta climbed onto his lap and crushed her lips against his with such force, that he nearly fell over.
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