Page 25 of Twisted Deceit
Later that night, she moved in her sleep and let out a yelp when she felt the hard tug in her hair. She sat up, holding her hair, without moving her head. Some of the jewelry that she had on was hard to take off because of the old-fashioned clasps or because they were tied with a rope on the nape of her neck. She had thought she could sleep in them and have the staff take them off the following day.
She found herself alone in bed and wondered if it was morning already and if he had left like he had the previous morning. Her back stiffened when she heard his voice. “Let me call you back.” She stayed put even as she felt him move closer. “Everything okay?” he asked.
“Yes-No. I-I need-I’m stuck.” She could not find the words to talk. “My hair is stuck. I need help taking off whatever is stuck.” She had no idea if it was the jewels in her hair that she had forgotten about or the chunky necklaces she could not remove.
She felt him move before he pressed his knee on the mattress. “That’s one hell of a mess. Let me go get someone who can help you.” That would have been good most times, but she remembered then that Meenabai would hear about the fiasco, and her attempts to consummate her marriage would only intensify.
“No.” She moved to look at him, and the sudden movement made her yelp softly. “Come back. I need you to take the jewelry off.” And as if she sensed his suspicion. “There is no grand scheme here. I want to go back to sleep.”
She saw him drop his phone on the bed as he moved closer. “Stay still,” he ordered just before she felt his fingers in her hair. Gone was the pain and the annoyance of waking up how she did, and it was replaced with something novel. Her body was responding to his mere touch and proximity, and for unexplained reasons, her eyes fell on his muscular thighs before they rode up to his crotch area.
She closed her eyes, chastising herself for such kiddish behavior. At the same time, one side of her wanted him to be driven away while the other wanted to enjoy every bit of him. Moments passed, and her heart beat so hard that she didn’t hear him tell her he was done.
He came close to detangling the mess in her hair and caused a riot of sensations. “Do you need help to take off your other jewelry?”
No, say no!
“Yes, that’ll be helpful.” Aadhya had lost all control of her actions and wantedhimto help. She slowly moved her long hair out of the way, exposing the nape of her neck for him to take off the necklaces. One was a chocker that fit snugly and secured by knotting the tassels at the two ends.
Her heart kick-started again at an amplified rate, and her chest started to heave as his fingers toyed with the clasp of the longer one of the two necklaces she could take out. “That’s one of them.” Relief swept through her when the necklace slid down her chest a little before she caught it and put it away.
Aadhya noticed her hands were shivering when she placed the necklace on the side table. She kept her eyes downcast, not wanting to show any signs of the turmoil raging inside her. She held her breath and fought her body’s response to his touch. Unlike the other necklace, the chocker had knots that needed to be pulled open.
Unable to bear the torture of his proximity, she said, “It’s okay if it’s—”
“I got it. Can I cut it?”
“No. No, please. It’s a family heirloom.” The chocker was the least of her problems; it was her body. She was running so high emotions that she didn’t know what to do next. She didn’t trust her body and how it reacted to his touch. “I can’t take it anymore, just cut it.” She needed to get away from him to regain all control of her senses.
The choker around her neck slid up her neck slightly, and before she could ask what he was doing, she felt his warm breath on the nape of her neck. She froze, and time stopped when she felt his lips on her skin, and a moment later, the choker fell loosely down her chest. She shuddered as she processed that he used his teeth to open the knot on the jewelry.
“There you go,” he said, pulling back as she still trembled and shuddered in response to the thills that raged through her. Wild thoughts surged, and all she could think about was how it would feel if his teeth sank into the flesh on her shoulder. She gathered the sheets around her as her body reeled from the new sensations.
“What’s wrong?” His words reverberated in her ears making her eyes flutter as she lay on the bed.
“I-I’m okay.” She lied. She felt weak to the core.
His eyes narrowed. “What’s going on?”
She stayed still, averting her eyes, avoiding his altogether and just in that moment, her tummy made a loud rumbling noise. Embarrassed, she hid her face with her arm. “I’m okay,” she said, adding, “I forgot to eat before I slept.”
“You should eat.” His tone was matter-of-fact.
“I’m okay.” She didn’t want to face him and show any clue that she was affected by his proximity. She heard footsteps recede and a moment later she felt something light land over her as she lay under the sheets.
“You can wear that and if you are still uncomfortable, I can ask someone to bring you—”
“No.” She sat up, pushing away her hair. “This is all I need.” She quickly reached for what looked like a light jacket and slipped it on.
After putting it on, she sat on the bed, calming her raging heart, only to look up to find him looking at her. That very look set off another parade in her chest.
“I thought you were going to eat.” She lowered her eyes, unable to look at him.
How was she so affected by him? Did Meenabai mix something in her drink for her to have such intense sensations? She was desperate for his touch and even thought of ways to get close to him. It had to be some herbal potion that the older woman mixed in her drink.
What if they mixed something in his food, too? She suddenly looked up at him. “Did you eat?” He nodded. ‘Do you feel okay?”
A curious brow raised high. “Should I not be, okay?” He sounded suspicious of foul play with the food.
