Page 44 of Trapped By the Maharaja
She undressed quickly and stepped under the warm stream of the shower, scrubbing off the fatigue, the frustration, the image of Ram’s wet, sculpted chest. Her heart still thudded, refusing to calm.
When she emerged, she quickly dragged out her nightclothes and put them on. Taking a deep breath, she stepped out of the walk-in closet.
Ram was still awake. He was off the phone.
He stood with his back to her, but he turned the moment she stepped out as though sensing her presence. His eyes swept over her, taking in the cotton nightwear instead of the silk nightgowns that were purchased for her.
When his eyes returned to hers, they were dark and unreadable.
Sanjana wasn’t sure if he was angry or coldly indifferent. But it allowed her to discuss something that would end the situation she was trapped in.
She raised her chin slightly and spoke in a low but steady tone. “Ram, we need to talk.”
Ram’s eyes remained on her.
She pushed forward. “We need to discuss… our impossible situation.”
His dark eyes flashed.
Sanjana’s heart pounded, but she didn’t stop.
“Too much has happened between us in the past, Ram,” she continued. “You married me for an heir. But you couldn’t even bear to touch me these past two nights. It’s obvious you can’t stand the sight of me without remembering the past… betrayal.”
His jaw ticked, but he said nothing.
That made her angry.
“Stop trapping us in this impossible situation, Ram. You’re not going to touch a woman who disgusts you. Let’s end this farce of a marriage.”
His expression turned glacial, but she continued.
“Your ego will never let you forget what I did, Ram. Do you really want an heir from a woman who betrayed you with your own cousin?”
Her heart pounded in her chest, breath short. She expected him to shout or lash out or storm off in cold silence. But there was a flash of something dark and dangerous behind his eyes. And then, he stepped forward.
Her heart began to pound, and she took a step back as he drew closer.
But there was nowhere to escape. She was trapped by the look in his eyes and the grip of his muscled arms.
“You’re wrong,” he growled.
Before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers. Hard, hot, and furious. His tongue thrust forcefully between her lips.
He kissed her like a man possessed. Like a man who had held himself back too long.
Sanjana was shocked. She gasped against his lips, but the sound was swallowed by the heat of him. His one hand tangled in her hair, and the other curved around her waist, pulling her flush against his bare chest.
Heat exploded as she tasted his fury and desire.
Her fingers instinctively braced against him, and she tried to push him away.
But he was too strong and she was too weak. The tension fueled by anger and hatred strangling between them for years finally snapped like a live wire sparking across her skin.
He broke the kiss, pulling back, breathing hard.
His eyes burned into hers.
“You are my wife now,” he said darkly, “I didn’t touch you because I’m waiting until I know I won’t lose control and hurt you.”
