ROYAL VENDETTA: A Tale of Kings, Mafia, and the Dark Dance of Love and Betrayal.
DARK ROMANCE BOOK 🎀
This story contains multi couples and it's my first time writing with multi couples.
The royal family of Rathore's in Rajasthan, there were four me...
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Abhiraaj entered the room holding Aawanya, then made her stand on her own. She glanced at him and swallowed hard, noticing the intensity of his glare.
"He's looking at me like he wants to devour me," Aawanya thought nervously. She considered escaping when he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her, making her collide with his chest.
He had an obsession with making her collapse into his embrace.
Her brown eyes met his hazel ones, but today something was different. His gaze dropped to her chest which was clearly visible through her wet clothes.
Abhiraaj licked his lips, shamelessly staring at her chest. Aawanya followed his gaze and, upon realizing what he was looking at, widened her eyes in embarrassment and she pushed him away.
"Chii, what were you trying to look at?" she asked angrily, pulling her pallu over her chest to cover herself.
"Wh-why would I try to look?" he stammered, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
"Admit it, you were trying to sneak a peek at my boobs," Aawanya accused, glaring at him.
"If I wanted to see, I would have simply removed your clothes," Abhiraaj said coldly, shamelessly. He gripped her wrist, pulling her closer, his other hand tightly around her waist. Fingertips traced the curve of her waist as he pinched her sharply, making her yelp in pain, her eyes widening in shock.
"Let me go, you asshole," he pinched her once more.
"What were you doing out in the garden like this? Hmm? What if someone else saw you like this?" He whispered, rubbing his lips against her earlobe, biting it gently before pinching her again, causing her to moan. Her body shivered at his touch, she found herself unexpectedly enjoying it.
He lowered his hand and squeezed her buttocks, eliciting another moan from her. She rested her head on his shoulder, biting her lower lip to stifle her moans. A wave of arousal swept over her; she was becoming increasingly turned on.
He turned her around, his fingers deftly toying with the pleats of her saree. As he loosened them, her breath caught in her throat, but she didn't resist. How could she, when she was so desperate for him right now?
Abhiraaj smirked as he removed her saree, leaving her in just her underskirt and blouse.
Turning her around again, their eyes met which was filled with lust. Abhiraaj cupped her right breast, squeezing it firmly, She breathed heavily, overwhelmed by the intensity of his touch.
He slowly eased off her underskirt, his fingers tracing down to her core, he cupped her and felt her wet. Abhiraaj couldn't suppress a smrik, fully aware of his effect on her. Aawanya closed her eyes, expecting him to proceed, but this time, she didn't feel anything.
