Devil's Heaven - Rakshas Book 1

"I need to go," her voice was quiet yet steady, and firm.

"Where, Ciel?" his low voice came, not looking up from the papers his grey eyes were scanning sharply, though his voice was soft. So hers.
"To my convent. To the church, Mr. Rajvansh. Away from your cage, Mr. Rajvansh. From Satan's hell.", her voice was trembling from a foreign fury to her pure soul.

However, he was not phased, not surprised, his grey eyes softened with restrained amusement, finally meeting her onyx ones. "You look irresistible, like this, Mia Regina. Rage yet innocent. However, apologize, Ciel. Not happening. Because you are Mr. Rajvansh's, Mrs. Rajvansh, remember, Ciel? My queen on my chess board."

"Do you think I'm one of your little pieces to play with, Mr.Rajvansh?!", Her voice raised, her fists small curling the hem of her white sundress.
The silence stretched for a second. One Two. He slowly raised from his chair and with slow two strides he was towering her, his height dominating her petite yet self confident frame.

And then, the next heartbeat, he bent a little, his lips at the level of her hairline. She heard herself
gasping when his warm lips touched her forehead, like a caress.

"No, Mia Regina. Tu es la reine. Celle qui commande ces petites pièces sur mon échiquier.", he murmured in french, his lips still on her skin, making some stupid butterflies around her stomach.

She gulped, "Use Hindi or English, Mr. Rajvansh. Commutation needs a language.", she hoped she was not stuttering.

A small private smile, the one that showed his right dimple, crossed his face. A smile utterly HERS. He then lowered his lips to peck her cheek.

"If you are a piece on my board, love. I would slit your throat the moment you punched me last night. You are my undoing love. The one keeping my bloody hands anchored."

He whispered, his grey eyes turning something into longing as he looked at her lips.

'Go to your room. Before you find yourself limping for a week, Ciel.'

He whispered.