Page 117 of Twisted Sins

“But if anyone objects and attacks us, we will retaliate,” he stated.

“What! You can’t attack!”

His eyebrow rose. “So, I should allow myself and the other north clan heads to be slaughtered?”

“No, but…” She was at a loss for words.

She knew the only way to stop violence from breaking out was if the demon took her with him to the clan meeting in the holy land.

But she knew he wouldn’t listen to her.

Not right then.

She sucked in a breath as anxiousness fluttered her stomach.

Silence prevailed until the demon spoke.

“The north clan leaders are quite impressed by you,” he said. “We have many invitations to visit clans in the coming weeks.”

A jolt hit her at the reminder of other clans. Although she looked forward to visiting other clans to learn more about Singoor, she was reminded about Chaya Tadvi.

“How close is the Tadvi clan?” she asked.

There was no change in his expression. “Not too far.”

Even though there wasn’t anything on his face to indicate he was interested in the north clan heiress, the burning feeling she felt earlier returned.

“You are allowed to have other wives?” she demanded.

His grey eyes flashed, but it was with amusement.

“One is more than enough, especially if it’s you.”

She didn’t think it was a compliment.

“As long as I’m your wife, I’ll remain your only wife!” she commanded.

His eyes flashed at her command.

Her cheeks heated, and she realized how jealous and possessive she sounded, especially when, not so long ago, she told him to marry one of the available heiresses.

She sucked in a breath. Feeling confused, she lowered her eyes and continued eating.

Soon, he finished his meal and got up before preparing for the night.

She cleared up the dishes and went to the bedding. She waited. Her heart thudded as she watched him shed his black tunic, giving her the view of the majestic eagle tattoo on his broad back.

As usual, she felt the strong urge to run her tongue over the tattoo and every inch of his tanned skin.

It was torture not to touch him, and she no longer wanted to deprive herself. She wanted her demon husband’s touch and wanted to touch him in return.

This is what I want.

I want Rudra Kabali.

She reached for the back of her dress with trembling hands and tugged on the ties until the knots loosened. She removed the top of her dress and dropped it to the side.

When the demon turned to remove his accessories, his eyes flashed, seeing her topless.

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