Scarred Love - Chapter 69

Rudra fiddled with the keys as he walked to her room. He had no intention of knocking on the door. As he fitted the key in the hole, he could hear her settled breathing from inside.

She is sleeping. Good!

It gives him some time to think about what his next plan of action would be. He sat down on a lounge chair on the balcony and closed his eyes.

Ishani stirred and sat up on the bed. She picked up the phone from the bedside table and looked at the time.

2 pm.

Did she really sleep that long? Yawning, she got down from the bed and walked to the en-suite washroom. She came out after washing her face and looked towards the balcony.

The door was open.

But I never opened the door, she thought to herself. Then how is it....

Her mind just went haywire in a minute and she looked around the room to locate her bags. They were sitting intact at one corner of the room.

Gingerly, she picked up her feet and went towards the balcony and froze.

Rudra was lying on one of the lounge chairs with his eyes closed. And, it looked like he was sleeping.

Ishani smiled as she observed him. His face looked so peaceful and content. Both his hands were resting on his stomach on one another and she had the urge to take them in hers and kiss them. His beard had grown a little since the last time and she itched to run her nails through them.

Without wasting a single second, she tiptoed towards him and slowly lowered her lips to his ear.

“Hey, sleepyhead!”

She saw him smile and realised that she had been played. She tried to rush towards the bedroom but he grabbed her and pulled her to him. As she landed on his lap, she squirmed hard but then gave up when he tightened his arms around her. She giggled hard and wriggled to free herself as he tickled her sides.

“Ah! Somebody is ticklish,” he observed as his fingers played along her sides.

Shivers run up and down her spine as her skin erupted with fire and the tickles flowed through her.

“Stop it!” she said breathlessly.

“Then don’t struggle.”

She stopped wriggling and he stopped tickling her. He raised his hand and tugged a strand of hair behind her ear.

“How long have you been awake?” she asked playing with the collar of his shirt.

“Since you went to the washroom.”

“And, how did you get in? As far as I remember I locked the door.”

“Baby, your boyfriend owns this place. I can get keys for any room,” he replied with an attitude.

“Hmm! Do I hear arrogance, Rudraveer Sangawat?” she asked raising her eyebrows.

Rudra cringed inwardly a little as he heard her. Arrogance is his middle name. But she doesn’t need to know that.

He raised his eyes to her and pulled her close.

“No, that’s just me, telling you that I can’t stay without you even for a second.”

Saying this, he grabbed her wrists and was about to pin them behind her when he noticed the red marks on them.

“How did this happen?”

Ishani bit her lip to stop herself from telling the truth because somewhere down the line she knew he wouldn’t appreciate that.

“How many times do I have to tell you not to do this!?” he said in an irritated tone as he pulled out her lower lip from the confines of her teeth.

“Why?” she asked playfully.

“Why? You don’t know why? Coz it drives me fucking crazy,” he replied his eyes darkening with lust.

Yes, it drove him over the edge every time he saw her biting her lip. Damn, it was like a trigger in his brain going off, signalling him to smother every nook and corner of her body with kisses and bites.

“How did this happen?” he again asked pointing to the marks on her wrists.

“It’s just some bruises,” she said wishing he would let go of the topic.

“How did you get them?”

Rudra eyes narrowed a little as he saw her fidgeting and the look of apprehension on her face was enough to let him know that she was not comfortable talking about it. Within seconds, his mind played the scene in his bedroom where he had been pinning her wrists above her head while.....

Stop it! He mentally scolded himself. Keep your head out of your pants before you lose it.

“Sorry! It’s my fault,” he said trying to sound as apologetic as he could.

She smiled the moment she heard him. Placing her forehead on his shoulder, she slanted her face and looked up at him.

“I am sorry for being rough. I can’t help it. The moment I touch you, I just go mad. My brain just stops working the minute you groan my name,” he said grabbing her wrist.

Then he started to kiss the marks one by one. By the time he reached the other wrist, she was already biting her lip hard not to moan. As his lips closed on her wrist bone and he flicked his tongue on it, she let out a low whimper.

“Rudra!”

“Ishani, you are driving me shit crazy,” he growled out as she buried her face in his throat.

Hearing him, she moaned uncontrollably and circled her arm around his neck. His lips started to kiss her upper arm while his hand caressed her side, driving her insane with need.

“Does this always happen? These marks?” he asked biting her flesh softly.

“Yes!” she answered breathlessly.

Rudra’s mind darkened with desire just as he heard her.

“Then I would love to put more such marks everywhere on your body so that I can kiss and lick them.”

Ishani straightened just as his words registered. Somehow she was not abashed anymore. She wanted to see the same passion in his eyes as flowing inside her.

“Would you like it?” she heard him ask.

Even though his words were civilised, she could see their hidden meaning in his eyes. What he actually meant was, ‘Do you like it when I dominate you?’

Yes, she loved it.

Why you ask?

Because it showed how much power she had over this man.

She lowered her lips to his ear and whispered—

“I love it when you dominate.”

“Do it now, Rudra.”

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