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Her cheeks burned at his reminder. “That doesn't mean you behave like a ruthless ruler and treat me like I am your concubine meant only to please you!” she snapped.
His gaze was unreadable, but a muscle flickered in his jaw.
And then, he moved so fast she didn't have time to react. One hand wrapped behind her neck, tangling in her damp hair, pulling her head back sharply. The other clamped onto her hip, dragging her forward until her towel-clad body slammed against his bare chest. Before she could gasp, his mouth crashed down onto hers. It was a brutal, searing kiss that stole her breath and sent sparks exploding behind her eyelids. His lips were hard, demanding, forcing hers apart. His tongue invaded, a ruthless exploration that left her dizzy. She pushed weakly against his chest, a muffled sound of protest trapped in her throat, but his grip only tightened, holding her immobile as he devoured her mouth with a fierce, possessive hunger.
Her knees buckled, but he held her upright, his body a solid wall against her. The kiss was a collision of anger and raw need, a silent battle that left her trembling. He pulled back just enough to look down at her, his breath ragged against her swollen lips. His eyes, dark and intense, held fury, hunger and something else.
His mouth descended again. This time, his kiss was slower, deeper, more deliberate. The anger was still there, but it was joined by a terrifying intimacy. His hand slid from her hip up her spine, pressing her impossibly closer. Her fingers, which had been braced against his chest, curled into the hard muscle there, not pushing away, but clinging. A small, involuntary whimper escaped her as the kiss softened fractionally, becoming a deep, drugging exploration that sent heat pooling low in her belly. He kissed her with the same ruthless intensity he’d claimed her, leaving no part of her untouched, claiming her breath,her resistance, her very thoughts. He finally broke the kiss and released her.
“Is that good enough for you?” he asked in a low, rough tone.
Her cheeks burned. “Yes,” she replied, her lips throbbing along with her body.
She turned away quickly, her heart hammering against her ribs. The air in the closet felt thick and charged. She grabbed the first nightgown her hand touched, a pale blue silk nightgown. With trembling fingers, she pulled off the damp towel, letting it pool at her feet. The cool silk slithered over her skin as she pulled the nightgown on. She didn't look back at Ram.
She hurried out of the closet and into the vast, dimly lit bedroom where dinner was already waiting in the corner nook. She sat down and opened the steaming dishes.
Ram joined moments later, wearing just white cotton pants that hung low on his hips. His gaze held hers as he sat down.
The dinner was silent.
Although the dishes were delicious, she couldn’t wait to finish eating and escape the tense awareness.
She had just finished eating and was covering the dishes when she heard Ram’s chair scrape back. A moment later, she was swept up into his arms.
“Ram!” she gasped.
His dark eyes held hers. “I’m fulfilling the terms of our contract,” he said in a low, rough tone as he carried her to the large bed.
Her heart thudded in anticipation. She knew she would once again be swept away passion.
CHAPTER 49
Morning sunlight poured through the tall windows of the breakfast hall, catching on the polished silver dishes as the staff moved quietly around them, laying out steaming platters of food.
Sanjana stole a glance at Ram. Across the table, he looked every inch the untouchable Maharaja, immaculate in a crisp shirt, gaze fixed on his tablet. His expression was cool and unreadable, quite different from the raw dominance of the previous night.
They hadn’t spoken much the previous night as they were busy sating their hunger. But now, in the bright light of the day, she thought of the previous evening. How the security head had easily pulled up Keya Sharma’s details, and how effortlessly he had asked if she wanted a full report by morning.
Has Hari told Ram about it?
If Ram knew she had asked for Keya’s number, he gave no indication.
As though sensing her thoughts, Ram’s dark eyes lifted.
Her pulse skipped.
“We’ll fly to Rewa tomorrow,” he said evenly. “It’s my mother’s birthday.”
She nodded, knowing there weren’t any surgeries scheduled the next day. She would speak with Rajesh and have him cover her shift.
The staff began clearing the table, their movements swift and efficient. Ram set aside his tablet and rose smoothly from his chair. Then, casually, he bent and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.
Her breath caught.
It wasn’t a commanding gesture, nor one of anger or passion. It was something worse. Tender. Affectionate.
The staff exchanged glances and subtle smiles.
