Scarred Love - Chapter 52
Ishani
smiled and slipped inside the car and frowned. Papers, files and an open laptop
were sitting on the back seat glorifying the fact that Rudra had been working
relentlessly while waiting for her. She watched him as he straightened everything
and slid into the driver’s seat.
Pretending
to sniff, she said in a rueful voice, “You are lying.”
Rudra hand
stiffened in mid-air as he heard her. He glanced at her face and saw her
stifling a playful laugh.
“Ishani!”
he chided as he pinched her cheek a little and buckled the seat belt.
“Ow!” she
slapped his hand away and rubbing her cheek said, “Mr Sangawat, you don’t get
to do that.”
“Shut up. I
have the right to do that.”
She smiled
and looked at him mischievously.
“Then, I
have the right to do this.”
Leaning,
she pulled his face towards her and kissed his cheek and then playfully licked
the corner of his sharp jawline relishing the feel of his raspy beard against
her soft tongue.
Rudra
clutched the steering wheel hard to control the rising heat in his body. As her
tongue reached his earlobe, a low growl escaped him and he let go of the wheel.
Unclasping the belt and taking off his gloves in a hurry, he grabbed her neck and planted his lips on hers brutally.
It had been days that he had tasted her and right now he wanted nothing other
than her drugging tongue inside his mouth.
Biting it,
he dragged it inside and let her do the rest. As it lapped against his own, he
felt her moaning hard.
Ishani
tried to move more into him but the seat belt clasped around her body
restricted it completely. Groaning, she tried to let go but immediately felt
his grip tighten around her neck. Her breathing was rasped and the belt
constricting her bosom wasn’t helping either.
Rudra knew
if he didn’t let go then she would choke but he simply didn’t care. There was
nothing he wanted more right now than her mouth on his. The more she tried to
pull away, the more he pulled her towards him. And as this struggle increased
they kissed each other with intensity breaking the strains of passion.
Her lungs
were heaving for oxygen but somehow she liked this feeling of being restricted.
Although she wanted to let go of his mouth, she also wanted to feel its wild
hunger within her blood. Finally letting go, she gave herself completely into
his control.
A low growl
rumbled in his chest just as he felt her submitting to him. He grabbed her more
tightly and pulled hard and she came. Plunging his tongue into the sweet
caverns of her mouth, he licked every possible nook and corner. Then, slowly he
dragged out his tongue and bit her lower lip dragging it as he let go of her
mouth.
Her
smouldering eyes were enough to convey how aroused she was and the unbridled
lust in them told him that he could take her here and now if he wanted.
She
breathed hard and heavy as her body tried to regulate the pulsating throb in her
veins and instantly his eyes zeroed on the rise and fall of her breasts.
The moment
his heated brain registered the sight in front, a primitive instinct flooded
his blood burning it to obscurity. His hands moved towards her breasts as his
eyes darkened with desire.
BWEEP!
BWEEP!
The blaring
horn of the security car behind them shattered the moment and he sprang away.
Cursing under his breath, Rudra snapped the belt on and started the car. He put
on his driving gloves and clutched the steering wheel hard. His hands were
still itching to touch her alluring rounded mounds and play with their engorged
nubs.
Dammit!
Pressing
the accelerator a little too hard, he manoeuvred the car through the lane.
Ishani
closed her eyes as they stopped at the traffic light just near her house. Her
pulse was still racing and every time she licked her lips she could taste him.
She wanted to steal a glance but her courage always failed her whenever she
tried.
God,
Ishani, you guys are a couple. You don’t need anybody’s permission to look at
him.
I know but
still……
She could
almost see her heart huffing in irritation.
Summoning
all her courage, she was about to look at him when the car suddenly stopped.
She glanced outside the window and realised they had reached her home. Sighing,
she stretched her hand towards the handle when the door opened from outside.
She stepped out and found him looking at her with eyes of a lusting predator.
A little
scared, she opened the gate and took the stairs on the double without a
backward glance. As she heard footsteps climbing the stairs in a hurry, she
quickly opened the door and was about to shut it when it was pushed from
outside with full force.
Rudra
picked her up and pinned her against the door.
Ishani
whimpered as his body slammed into hers. His hand grabbed both of hers and
constrained them behind her back. Then, the fingers of his other hand gripped
her throat tightly.
“Don’t ever
tease me again,” he said dangerously as he lowered his mouth towards her
exposed neck.
His teeth
bit into her soft flesh making her groan with both pain and pleasure. Just as
his teeth started to graze along her shoulder blade, she squirmed hard brushing
her lower body against his.
He hissed
as her abdomen touched the stiffness in his loins.
Dammit!
This woman is making him crazy.
Instinctively
his fingers tightened their hold onto her throat making the grip deadly. He
could feel her breathing getting constricted but he simply didn’t care. She had
driven him way past the normal norms of carnality. Licking his bite marks, he
slowly reached her earlobe. The small stone stud on the hole stared, tempting
him. Unable to resist, he took the soft flesh in his mouth and bit as hard as
he could, earning an animalistic cry from her.
Hearing her
pleasure, his grip tightened more on her throat.
Ishani was
struggling to breathe but more than the pain, she felt her body flooding with
erotic pleasure.
“I……can’t……can’t……breathe,”
she stuttered choking.
As Rudra
looked up, his mind shut down as the heat of her wanton and hungry gaze turned
every sane thought into smouldering ashes.
“That’s why
I am giving you mine.”
“Then, kiss
me, NOW!”
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