Page 52 of Twisted Deceit
“I call dibs; I saw him first. He is mine for the night.” One of the girls declared, and the other girls whined.
Aadhya was frozen to her spot and fuming at their audacity. She felt so spiteful that she started walking toward him before he could get to the group, ensuring she was seen as she approached him. She smiled at him. “I have to do this.” She placed her hand on his cheek and brushed her lips over his, and added, “Thank you for bringing me here.”
He pulled back, let out a low chuckle, and handed her a drink. “Cheers!”
She could feel the heat from the rage from the girls. She had spent some time hanging out, but she didn’t care. How dare they try to capture her husband’s attention? He might be a fake one, but still, he was hers.
Shortly after, she found herself lying beside her husband on the warm beach, staring at the night sky. They walked around the music festival, grabbed some food and drinks, and wandered down the beach to a quieter section, where she decided to lie down and enjoy the time.
She had a few drinks and it helped her relax her nerves. She kept her eyes on the sky and nudged him. “Did you fall asleep?”
He groaned. “I will in a minute.”
“Don’t. Enjoy the evening. It’s so nice here.” She took in a deep breath and added, “Thank you for bringing me here.”
“Aren’t you going to kiss me and say, thank you?” he chuckled.
Like the alcohol was doing the talking, she laughed and asked, “Is this how you get me to kiss you? If you want to kiss me, do it. I won’t stop you.”
He sat up slightly, supporting his torso on his elbow and smiled. “You are drunk.”
She shrugged. “So what? I know what I’m saying.”
“I’m sure.” He sat up and dusted off the linen pants he had on and said, “Let’s head back.”
She shook her head and moved her arms and legs in the sand. “I’m not going anywhere. You’ll need to carry me out from here.”
He laughed and held out his arm. “Take my hand; I’ll help you get to the car.”
She swatted away his hand. “No. Let’s stay. It’s so nice here.” She noticed her words were slurring.
“Yup, it’s nice, but we need to go.” With those words, he bent a little to scoop her off the sand and right into his arms.
“Nakul,” she whined. “How can you take me away from my favorite thing?” She ran her arm around his neck and pulled her body up, and her face was only inches from his. “I can walk.”
“I can carry you to the car,” he retorted.
“Fine, carry me.” She placed her head on his shoulder, and as if it was the most natural thing to do, she tucked her face in the crook of his neck, her lips grazing over his pulse.
She heard him groan as a shudder passed through him. “What are you doing, Aadhya?”
“I’m holding you.” The alcohol seemed to have made her bolder. “And I’m kissing you.” She ran her lips on the side of his neck, and his response was to hold on to her tighter as he walked.
Encouraged by his reaction, she ran her hand into his hair, gripping his head in place as she ran circles on his neck with the tip of her tongue. She went from licking him to sucking on the skin on her neck and enjoyed the way his body responded to her touch.s
Moments passed, and she realized he had stopped walking and stood in the dark, holding her to him. “Do you not like what I’m doing?”
He let out a growl. “I need you to stop.”
“Put me down then,” she demanded, wiggling herself out of his arms until her bare feet hit the warm sand. “I can walk.” She did not like the way he spoke to her. Making it seem like what she did was dirty and that she needed to stop. She was merely holding onto him, and there was no other place her face could be when he carried her like that.
She moved away from him and took one step in the sand, only to lose her balance. She desperately reached out to grab onto something and the only option was to hold on to him. She reached for the rounded collar of his t-shirt and felt her nails scrape his skin but she could not get a grip.
Just as she thought she would land on the sand, she stopped and plastered her body against his.
“I need you to stop.” His voice was gruff in her ear.
“What am I doing? I was holding you like this.” She placed her face against his neck and pecked his neck. “And I like doing that.” The words that rolled off her lips, she had no idea where that came from.
