Page 68 of Sumanika

He patted my head, and tears welled up in my eyes. This was overwhelming.

“Hey,” he murmured softly against my cheek, compelling me to look at him.

“You didn’t do anything. I did everything,” he said, but his words did not change how I felt at all.

I shook my head.

"This was wrong. You are a Prince, and I am just a maid. Nandani would hate me for this. Ranaji trusts me, and I am... in the arms of his brother. With no shame, uncensored, naked," My voice broke as a tear rolled down my cheek, and suddenly, he brought his lips closer, stopping just a centimeter from mine. I moved back an inch, struck by the revelation that had just occurred me.

"I will eat you, Suman, I will fucking eat you. This is a weak side of mine. The last time I heard your shaking voice, I ended up marrying you. Do you want me on my knees for you?" His words made me close my eyes, and I shook my head slowly.

“Then never bring this prince and maid thing up to me again. We walked past it the day I claimed you as my wife.”

“Half wife,” I reminded him as he leaned closer, kissing my nose softly.“There is no concept of a half-wife, stupid,” and a soft chuckle escaped my lips.

"What about Princess Rashmika? She is you-,"

“Keep an eye on her until I get back,” he interrupted, and I drew back to look into his eyes, confused.

“Is she involved?” I asked right away, and he nodded slightly.“Maybe,”

I hastened off his lap, feeling as if a mountain had struck me. Who could we trust these days? Yet, the thought of her being a threat to him made my stomach tighten.

“What will you do now?” I asked, looking straight into my eyes. He replied,“Taste you directly from my tongue.” I rolled my eyes immediately and stood up from the bed, unable to believe him. But he quickly took my hand and made me meet his gaze. My eyes lowered to his hand, which gripped my fingers, drawing them closer to his lips.

He licked my fingers again and bit on his lower lip, shaking his head a little.

"You are so sweet. I feel already addicted. What do you eat?" he asked slowly, and I furrowed my brows.

"How many women have you tasted?" I couldn’t help but ask, and he looked at me, raising his brows.

"One."

"You’re lying," I attempted to say.

He shook his head. "I’ve left a few things exclusively for my wife," he said, and I immediately pulled my hand back.

"You should stop calling me that," I tried to say, and he furrowed his brow with a wicked expression.

"Why so?"

I sighed deeply and looked at him. "Because...," I started, but couldn’t find the words. He waited a few moments before replying. "I think you need time to figure out the 'because.'"

I lowered my gaze and shook my head.

"Because no one knows who we are to each other," I tried to say, and 'no one' was really him in the back of my mind. He stayed silent, holding my hand gently, unable to answer as he lowered his gaze.

"It's okay, you don’t have to answer. I know it’s complicated," I tried to say, and he looked at me.

"I’m clear about it. You need to battle your mind," he said, kissing my fingers. I dragged my hand back from his hold and smiled weakly at him.

"You shouldn’t be hungry. I brought you dinner, and it’d be good if I don’t walk out empty-handed at this late hour from your chamber," I tried to say, and he stood up, smirking a little.

"Someone is getting good at sneaking out," he said, walking past me while taking my hand.

"Let's eat together," he said, sitting on the couch, and I immediately shook my head, feeling the heat in my cheeks at the sight of him half-naked and tempting before me on the couch.

"You know, I cannot do it,"

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