Page 68 of Twisted Sins

She wanted to ask Uma what the men were discussing, but she was already on a shaky ground with many of the Kabali men being suspicious of her involvement in the attack.

When the sun set and darkness began to fall, she sat around the fire with the rest of the clan to have her meal. She watched the demon as he ate. His appetite was good, and the Kabali women gave him additional broth to help heal his injuries faster.

Some of the Kabali women turned hostile towards her once again. She knew that despite their leader’s words, they suspected her involvement in the holy land attack. But none of them were openly rude towards her.

Is it because of the demon? Did he order his people not to interact with me?

She watched as he finished his meal and got up. His grey eyes met hers across the fire, and he came towards her. He picked her up like he did before and carried her towards their tent.

Her heart thudded, seeing him from up close after many days.

“Where did you learn to speak English?” she asked.

He looked ahead and didn’t respond to her question. She had placed a hand on his shoulder for support as he carried her. Her hand felt the dampness of the black cloth tied as a bandage. She knew it wasn’t sweat and must be blood since he had exerted himself and must have reopened his injuries.

“You didn’t learn the English language in Singoor,” she stated. “You learned it elsewhere for sure. I can recognize it as I have friends in my university who are British. And you knew about the tracker in my bracelet, which means you are familiar with advanced modern technology.”

He stepped into their tent and lowered her to her feet. He then went to the low table to prepare for the night.

Anger erupted seeing his broad back while he ignored her.

She marched towards him and stood next to him until his grey-eyed gaze fell on her again.

“I know you are not a brutal savage like you behave. You are formally educated and have knowledge of modern technology. You even play the flute! And for some reason, you told your people that I wasn’t responsible for the attack on you. Why?”

He didn’t respond and continued to take out his arm bracelets.

His silence made her snap.

She shoved him on his chest. “Answer me!” she yelled.

His eyes flashed dangerously.

She didn’t heed the warning and shoved him again. “Tell me what’s happening!” she yelled.

When she tried to shove him again, he reacted. He held her arm and dragged her close until she crashed against his chest.

“Just because I know a language, don’t assume I am any different from what you have seen so far,” he growled. “You will bloody remain here as my wife. If you try doing anything that will risk my people, I will show you what true savagery means. And I’ve ordered my people to slit your throat if you try to escape again.”

For a moment, she was shocked hearing him talking once again in British English. Then she processed what he said, and it made her angrier.

“You have no right to keep me here!” she shouted. “And I will never accept you as my husband, you savage son-of-a—”

Before she could finish, his head lowered, and his mouth captured hers in a brutal, punishing kiss. She tried to move away, but his fingers gripped her hair and held her still. She tried to bite him, but he gripped her jaw and held it open for his invasion.

He kissed her until her lips felt numb, and the smell and taste of him overwhelmed her senses. When he raised his head, her stomach shook in anger, fear, and something else.

With a dark look, he picked her up, threw her on the bedding, and lay next to her. His arm wrapped around her and pulled her close. She could feel every inch of his hard body against her back.

“You accepted me as your husband in the holy land tent,” he stated darkly against her ear. “I will hold you to your word until the end.”

Her lips throbbed as fear and anger gripped her.

He is truly a savage demon.

CHAPTER 19

Rudra opened his eyes to the faint sounds of the birds.

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