Page 58 of Twisted Deceit
Determined to achieve her goal, she returned to her side of the bed and slowly crawled up the bed, her eyes trained on his face. He was still fast asleep or at least that’s what he wanted her to believe. She wasn’t taking no for an answer that day. She wanted it all and all of him.
Supporting her weight on her hands, she lowered her lips to his cheek, gently grazing them over it. She made sure to put her cleavage on full display and she knew he caught sight of it as she was pulling back.
Her adamant husband was still asleep like he had turned into stone when she knew that was not the case.
Recognizing that she needed to switch gears, she left the bedroom and went into his office. He had to be receiving a notification every time someone entered his office. Fully intending to drive him over the edge, she sat on the edge of the large mahogany table and called one of her friends. She kept up the casual conversation while alternating the view for him from her front to the fully open back. She didn’t know where the cameras were and how they were positioned but knew she had given him enough footage to get him worked up.
Satisfied with her time in the office, she returned to the bedroom. As expected, her husband was no longer in bed. The next moment she heard the shower run, she decided to move to the next stage.
She blow-dried her hair and left the loose curls to fall to her waist. She applied another layer of the scented oil Nani gave her on her wedding night. She was glad she was finally using it. It was supposed to get both men and women excited in bed. She took the time to put on some makeup, especially paying attention to her eyes. She gave herself a full assessment in the full-length mirror and liked what she looked. She turned away from the mirror to check her back and realized there was nothing but bare skin.
She thought for a moment, and an idea sparked in her mind. She walked to the section of her closet where the jewelry was kept and reached for one of the boxes she had brought back from the auction. It was the most expensive piece of jewelry she knew and she did not dare think about wearing it. But that day, there were no limits. She was just about to put it on when she heard the shower stop running.
One of the necklaces in hand, she went to the bathroom and pushed the door open. As expected, he had just stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Their eyes met, and he quickly grabbed another towel over his shoulders.
“Good morning,” she chirped and hoped she sounded composed. Nothing was calm about her thoughts or emotions as she approached him and held the necklace. “I need help putting this on.”
He looked at her suspiciously, but she didn’t entertain his look. She turned away from him, pushing her hair to the front, exposing her back.
“What do you think you’re doing?” his voice wobbled, bringing a wicked smile to her lips.
“Wearing the necklace you bought me.” She bit back a smile and added, “My back is too bare, and I will get yelled at for not wearing any jewelry.
It was the most unusual thing to do: wear a necklace on an exposed back, but that seemed to be the only way to get his hands on her. She moved closer, her rounded bottom touching him gently. She heard him groan before she felt his fingertips on her shoulders.
Moments later, she felt the necklace fall over her back, and she knew it looked beautiful. “Done.” His tone was curt.
Her breath hitched as a natural response to his touch but she made it a point to exaggerate her responses. She made sure he noticed her breathing and slowly leaned into him. He didn’t move when she surely expected him to wrap his arms around her. She gave it a few moments before turning around to face him.
She slowly looked up at his eyes and found his gaze on her cleavage. She slowly raised her arms to circle his neck, pushing her breasts further up for him to savor. She slowly went up on her toes and planted a soft kiss on the cleft of his chin. His hands surprisingly stayed to his side.
Aadhya’s mind told her something was wrong. How was he not responding to the ammunition she aimed at him? She looked up at him and finally met his eyes. His eyes were hard to read, and she took a few extra moments to process the expression.
She slowly released the hold around his neck when she could not read anything. She moved her hand down to soothe away the lingering moisture on his chest. With that move, she pushed the towel off one shoulder. He didn’t oppose her touch and she kept going. She trailed her lips slowly along his neck, enjoying his reaction.
Encouraged, she continued to kiss him on his neck, enjoying the warmth from him. She was deliberate with her kisses and just the way he stood in front of her, offering her what she wanted, melted her heart. She didn’t need to put him through the torture, he didn’t deserve it especially when he had been good to her all along.
If the contract were what he wanted, she would respect that and not force him out of anything. She paused for a moment and looked up at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be putting you through this.”
Something flickered in his eyes, and he was kissing her hungrily the next thing she knew. A man who could stand up to her seduction melted at her apology. Their engagement may have started in a rush but suddenly slowed down. There was a sudden shift, and she molded to his body, enjoying the moment's sweetness. Her hands cupped his face as he took in every bit of her, his lips coaxing hers.
His hand roamed her bare back and she smiled against his lips. He finally touched her the way she had hoped he would all morning. When he pulled back to run his lips along her neck, her hand moved from his shoulders to his chest and then to his back.
She was lost in the intimate moment until her hand on his back felt a rough patch on his skin. The exact moment she felt him groan against her neck like he was in pain. She froze for a moment before pulling back to look up at him.
He was avoiding her eyes. “Nakul, what happened?”
He looked up at her, his hand moving her hand away from his back. “I’m sorry, I got delayed last night.”
The tone in his words was different. Something was off. Everything about that morning made sense. He was fighting too hard to not react to her tease. And she knew something was off. She tried to touch the spot she had felt something earlier but he kept pushing her hands away. He held her hands in his and kissed her.
She moaned with the way he sucked on her lips and just as she was getting lost again in the swarm of emotions, she pulled back. He was distracting her with his kisses. Why?
She searched his eyes for an answer before asking, “Why were you delayed last night?” He took pride in not lying. Obfuscating details and creating scenarios that distract people were his strong suits. He would never lie.
“Something unexpected came up.”
She skewed her eyes at him suspiciously. “I want to look at your back.” She wanted to turn him to look, but he was stronger than her. She could not see what she felt unless he was willing to show her.
