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-• to wait is to suffer •-

cw: mature content ahead. reader discretion advised.

Rudra

The last shred of my patience snaps and our lips meet with a spark. I seize her chin with my hand, tilting her head back to get better access. She whimpers, scratching at my satin shirt to get hold of me, before wounding her arms around my torso, leaning in, sucking my bottom lip softly and sighing in what sounds like absolute delight.

We kiss hungrily.

All teeth and bites. Then I lick the seam of her lips with my tongue, and she opens her mouth for me, coiling around my tongue with hers like a snake luring you into unseen depths. And I go in, battling for dominance, until she finally lets go, allowing me to take the reins.

Her hands crawl to my shoulders, deftly removing the suit jacket off my arms. I drop it to the floor, kick it aside with my leg, all while not breaking contact with her mouth.

She pulls away to breath, guiding my face into the crook of her neck. I smile breathlessly, obeying her command, licking a strip down the curve of her throat. She sighs, dropping her head back on the mirror, grabbing me by the scruff of my neck and lowering my mouth to her cleavage.

I catch the hem of her dress, rising it uptil her stomach. She raises her arms and I slide the soft fabric off her petite frame. She sits in black lingerie in front of me.

A fucking Goddess.

I step back to look at her carefully, clutching the dress in my fist. She doesn't shy away, holding my stare confidently, not a self-conscious dent in her posture. I grin salaciously, licking my lower lip. Her gaze drops to the action, and she leans forward, yanking me closer by the collar. I drop the dress aside and kiss her again, this time harder, more animalistic, and carnal.

Her hand slides down my satin shirt, and she sticks her fingers through my belt loops, pulling me even closer. I've been hard as fuck ever since she let me bury my hand between her legs, and sensing her hand so close to my dick, it almost pulses with life. I've no idea how many times tonight I've fixed my trousers to not flash my clothed erection accidently. But this moment is not one of them. I want her to see her effect on me, for only she can reduce me to such mess, only she can evoke the physical appetite in my body.

Wrapping my hand around her wrist, I manoeuvre her hand to my cock. She gasps in my mouth, and I groan in the back of my throat. The touch and the sound, both had me almost tearing through my pants to chase her warmth.

I lick her inside the mouth one last time before wrenching my lips off her, dragging my swollen lips down her chin, and into the dip of her cleavage. She rounds her arms behind and snaps open her bra. I rest my forehead on her chest, breathing through my mouth, and bring my hands to cup her mounds.

She moans.

She moans the sweetest.

God, I don't think I've ever heard something so expensive, so fucking rich before. If I had to pay billions to hear her moan in my ears, I'd do it without a second's thought. That's how obsessed I grow with the sound.

Lifting my head, I watch her roll her bottom lip beneath her teeth, and I squeeze her breasts harder, massaging them gently in my palms. She barely opens her eyes, reaching for my face, and draws me closer. What I thought is intended for a kiss, she surprises me by putting my mouth near her left breast. "Suck."

I chuckle, my breath fanning the hard nipple.

"Suck, God damn it."

"Say, please." I kiss the nipple.

"Oh my God, yes please, suck." As soon as the words leave her mouth, mine is covering her beautiful, round nipple. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around the rubbery flesh, scraping my teeth lightly over it, and by the time I'm done, it's swollen, red and warm. I shift to the other breast, taking it in my mouth and giving it the same attention and roughness.

I catch her hand and place it on the used breast, "Play with it."

She obeys quickly, rolling the wet nipple between her thumb and index, tugging at it softly as my mouth did. "God, you feel so good." She sighs, her free hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and she snatches my mouth off her nipple to kiss me hard. She moans so loud in my mouth I feel it vibrate within my veins violently.

This is not how I imagined tonight's dinner will go. But I'm not complaining. Not at all.

We kiss shamelessly, messily, barely able to show off any skills, pure hunger holding us hostage. She pulls away and leans closer to my ear, "You said something about showing me stars beneath my eyelids." Provoking, pushing, the tone challenging. I breathe out a laugh, putting my hands on either of her sides and looking at her amused. She smirks. "I'm still waiting."

I withdraw from her and work on the buttons of my shirt, stripping it off my upper body and dropping it in the company of her dress. Then I move back to her, turn on the basin tap and wash my hands. She frowns.

"What are you-" I shove two fingers in her mouth.

"It's your turn to suck."

Her eyes gleam with desire.

She sucks readily, desperately, wrapping her slender hands around my broad palm and guiding the fingers deeper into her mouth. I watch her work her mouth expertly and cup myself over the pants. Her eyes drop to the tent in my pants and the ocean blues darken, revealing the unseen depths behind those shiny, naive surface. I squeeze myself, smirking when she stops sucking, looking at me with such dedicated concentration I feel floored.

"You want to see me?"

She nods.

I chuckle, pulling her attention back to me.

"Soon, my love, soon." I lean in and kiss her mouth while my fingers are still inside her. She releases my hand to cup my face, sucking my tongue greedily. "Now you need to stop looking at me like that," I seperate our mouths.

"Like what?"

My fingers lower themselves between her thighs, and I push aside the crotch area of her undies, slipping my fingers stealthily between her folds. "Like I'm your God,"

"Oh, God!" She throws her head back.

"That's right, I'm hearing you."

I thrust a finger inside the tight ring, and she sucks me in wantonly, squeezing her thighs around my hand so I don't pull away. But I don't plan to. Easing her legs apart, I stroke her right thigh gently, and she sighs, breathing hard, trying to come down from the too-soon high. "Okay? Want another?" She nods dumbly. I push second digit inside her, prodding around with my thumb to find her clit. "Where the fuck is it?" I growl furstratedly.

She half chuckles, half moans, split between finding my frustration funny and stopping herself from voicing out her pleasure to her fake husband sleeping upstairs.

Her hand comes down between her legs, over my palm, and she helps my thumb find the tiny little bud nestled above her opening. I rub it gently and she goes lax against the mirror, opening her legs wider. I push aside the panty, and almost come in my boxer briefs watching my fingers slip in and out of her beautiful, tight cunt.

I've never done this before. But when it comes to her, my body acts naturally, as if it's an inherent trait of my personality to pleasure this woman. And I love it. I love every bit of it. So imagine how much more I love it when my fingers curl and hit the spot that indeed show her stars beneath her closed eyes. She has to fist her mouth to muffle the loud noises escaping her.

She drenches my fingers. The slimy, transparent liquid dribbles down my knuckles, into the creases of my palm. I use it to press my palm into her folds, rubbing her clit with the heel of my palm.

"I love this," She whispers, and then says something else, incoherent blabber that I couldn't well grasp at. "Kiss me," she snatches me closer by the arm, slamming our lips together. I glide my fingers in and out, faster, harder, ruthlessly thrusting into the spot that turns her into a putty in my hands, literally.

"I'm close! I'm so close!" She chants in my mouth.

"Then come." And that's all she needs to come undone in my arms.

I fuck her through the orgasm, milking her dry until she's nothing more than a melted mass of muscles in my arms. Through hooded eyes, she watches me put the fingers into my mouth, and sighs longingly. I lean over, my lips brushing over hers fleetingly, "Taste yourself," she slides her tongue inside my mouth, entangling with mine and groaning in pleasure. "Sweet, aren't you?"

She smiles shyly against my lips.

I chuckle, turning on the tap without breaking the eye contact and washing my hands clean. I wipe them dry on my trousers and cup her face. "Is this really you, Tara?"

She nods dazedly.

"I'm not dreaming?"

She shakes her head.

"Was this a mistake?" My voice drops to a whisper, vulnerability shining through my tone. I don't hide it.

"No," she answers, diminishing all of my insecurities with that one answer.

"You know that I love you, right?" I press a soft kiss to her lips. "This means a lot to me."

She hums.

I pull away and pick up her clothes from the floor, helping her put them on. She discards her panties and goes to throw it away in the dustbin before I take it from her. "My souvenir." I shove it in my pocket.

"Gross." She scrunches her nose in disgust.

I laugh, yanking her neck to kiss her hard. She loosens up against me, wounding her hands around my waist and gently pulling me closer. "Remember what I told you at the farmhouse two months ago?" I whisper over her plump lips.

She pulls away awkwardly.

I don't let the reaction affect me. But when has someone ever controlled what they feel?

"Take your time," I tell her.

She blinks up at me. "Do you mean that?"

I shake my head honestly. "I'm holding myself back from begging you to give me a chance."

She nibbles on her lip.

"But that's my problem. I've fucked up and these are my consequences." I force a smile on my lips. "It's just, after seeing you with him, I felt all kinds of insecure. You're right, I've failed to accept myself as who I am. But among everything that I pursued greedily, you are the only one to have the power to leave me. And I want you to have that. I like to make you feel powerful. So make use of it. Take your time. And only come to me when you're sure you're in this for a long run."

She blows a breath through her lips.

"Too much pressure?" I ask playfully.

She looks up at me and a slow smile grows on her face. "I mean, sex with you has been my fantasy since I was sixteen. I'm really between a rock and a hard place right now."

I laugh softly. "God, I love you," I press a kiss to her forehead. She sighs against my chest. "You've me for the rest of your life, my love. I don't want you to regret it."

"Yeah, well if you fuck me I'd have a lot clearer perspective on this matter."

I bite her lower lip and she quickly shifts to kiss me deeper. I pull away easily, leaving her disgruntled. "Sex and me comes with a packaged deal."

"Buy one get one free type of package?"

I nod.

"So which one of you is the free deal?"

"Sex."

"Damn it!" She swears.

I chuckle. "I'm just making sure you'll take care of my heart before I put my dick inside you,"

"How diplomatic." She scoffs.

"You find it hot." She doesn't deny. "Alright," I grab my suit jacket and put it on. "See you tomorrow,"

She sighs with a nod.

"I'll miss you," I kiss the side of her head before exiting the bathroom past her, knowing if I stayed any longer, I'd just give into the beautiful, large blue eyes and have the first sex of my life in a crammed bathroom of her family farmhouse while my half brother sleeps peacefully upstairs.

Coming back to the Rajawat Palace, I close the door to my room and strip off my suit, dumping it in the laundry basket before stepping inside the shower stall.

I jack myself off under the lukewarm water, washing off the thick remnants into the drain and using a bodywash to clean myself from head to toe.

Then I sit down to work at my desk, and fall asleep around three am in the morning. At five, I go to the gym, ignore Niharika and finish off my routine.

It's during breakfast I fail to ignore her.

"Is your wife still not coming home?" The chairman asks sternly.

I clench my hand into a fist. "She's returning home tonight."

"What work did she have in Jaigarh?" Niharika asks.

The remaining two pair of eyes turn to me.

Fuck. I haven't thought that far yet.

"I don't know. She said she's covering an exclusive story or something." I mumble.

"I understand it's hard being a working woman and a wife, but I thought her to be capable of handling both the responsibilities. Maybe not." She shrugs.

I pin her with a glare. "I was in Scotland for a week due to work. So according to you, I'm not handling my husband duties as well?"

"You- You are a man." Is her pathetic response.

"Men don't have a copyright on having a successful, independent career."

"Stop cornering her like that. You know she meant well." The Chairman scolds.

"Did she?" I stare at Niharika.

She avoids me by focusing on her breakfast.

"Oh, darling, if only you hadn't called off the wedding so abruptly." Virendra taunts her. "You could have been his wife now."

She smiles tightly. "I had my reasons, uncle." Her eyes find me accusingly.

I curb the urge to roll mine and take a sip of the orange juice. "Dadu, I was thinking I meet our political allies now," I trail off, looking at the old man who stops eating to give me his attention. I feel Virendra's eyes bore into the side of my head. "I mean, I've taken the role of CEO. I'll be handling majority of important deals now. It's important I get acquainted with them."

He nods thoughtfully. "True. I'll talk to my secretary and fix a date."

I smile at him.

At the office, all that awaits me is work, several meetings, and more work. By the time I return home, I'm severely exhausted. Opening the door to my room, I loosen my tie with the free hand, pausing at the doorstep when I see Taranya on the bed, working on her laptop.

I stop myself from showing my excitement. "When did you return home?"

She looks above the laptop screen, her eyes stalling on my arms as I shrug off the blazer. I hold back a smile. Usually, I strip off my clothes in the closet, but this time, I do it in front of her.

"I asked you something, Esther."

She looks up from my thighs, blinking dumbly at me. "Sorry?"

I chuckle and climb the bed, putting the laptop aside before I erase the distance between us. Her breath stifles.

"Is my body distracting you?" I ask in a whisper.

"You've no idea." She murmurs shakily.

"Patience." I lean in to breathe on her ear. She shudders visibly. "Patience, Esther." I flick her earlobe with my tongue. Then I pull away and walk inside the bathroom to get fresh.

She goes to sleep around 11 pm. I bury myself in work until the break of dawn.

Things pick up pace at my side after the Chairman introduces me to our political allies. I know there's time before I can win their trust, but I certainly know enough about each of them to know which nerve to press to get their attention.

I start with Shubham Kumar. He rose to become the MLA of Godhiya Town, Rajgarh after winning majority of the votes during last elections. But he has been struggling to keep his power amidst the growing water issues in the town. The fund Central Government approved to build a water dam ended up splitting into parts to satisfy the corrupted hands, leaving them with less than ten crores to get the work done. And what happened when they finally got it done? It collapsed.

He needs help.

And I'm more than willing to offer one.

So I send him a letter, helping him with the names (with attached proofs) he can use to throw the blame on, along with a fresh, new blueprint of the water damn that can be built if he manages to get back half of what he has wasted feeding hungry mouths, giving personal guarantee that this time the project plan won't fail him in the end.

The names I use? Unfortunately, most of them are loyal to the new Chief Minister. He's not going to like it. Too bad, he can't do shit.

I come back home to my sleeping wife.

A tired sigh leaves my mouth.

It's been a week since she returned to me. Yet, I can't see the woman I left that night in the bathroom. But I'm willing to wait. That's all I can do anyway. Wait. And I'm afraid of giving up on my last hope.

After hours of relentless programming on the hologram, I crawl next to my wife on the bed and spoon her from behind. "I love you," I whisper in her ears. She turns and snuggles into my chest. I pull down her sleeve to kiss her bare shoulder before pushing it back in its place. Then I lie straight and drape an arm across my forehead, wishing sleep consumes me.

The next evening, an empty bedroom welcomes me. I frown. She's always back home before me. I head downstairs to look for her in the kitchen, then in the dining room, going as far as to the hotel to check the gym.

"What's wrong?" Amir approaches me worriedly.

"Tara," I whisper.

"Is she not in the room?"

I shake my head.

"Looking for your wife, Young Master," the butler comes to where we stand.

I nod in response.

"She returned early from work today. And she asked me about the Nritya Saar hall. The one where Young Mistress used to dance?" He hints when I frown.

"Oh,"

He smiles. "It's after years the hall opened again. She has been there for a long time now." He adds. "Should I take you there?"

"No, I'll find my way. Thank you."

He retreats with a bow.

"You can go, Amir. Thanks." I pat his back.

He returns to his position outside the palace. I take elevator to the second floor. Where Sara used to live. This was her sanctum. At least, that's what I've heard. She didn't like people here, so the floor was only looked after and cleaned when she was out, which wasn't often given she didn't like going out. I step out in the middle of the hallway, looking around the wide floor with confusion, lost in the web of corridors. But then I hear it.

The music.

It thrums alive in the walls around me. I feel it beneath my feet, like vines forming a trap you'd eventually walk into. And I do exactly that. Because I can't help it. I've rarely heard music in this palace. In my opinion, this grim, ghostly place didn't deserve life. But maybe I was wrong.

I reach the double doors, where the heart of this ghost beats alive again, and grab the iron bars, pushing the grunting doors open.

The breath catches in my throat.

Captivated I stand, as I've walked right into the trap of those clever vines, and have fallen deeper into the darker ends of no return.

Taranya might as well be tilting the world out of its axis by how gracefully her feet move across the stage. I've never seen a sight more beautiful than this. The way she smiles; demure, shy. But her body, temptation embodied. She moves to allure, hypnotise, the naivety in her eyes her skill, her mastered charm, for she knows innocence is easy to trust, fall for, and the only divine every sinner has longed to taste.

And then she does the unthinkable.

She spins.

Continuous, quick, unstoppable, perfect spins around the edge of the stage, causing my heart to lurch forward in fear in case she trips, but she doesn't.

And when she stops, I find another reason to chase her.

"Tara," I call out weakly, overwhelmed with the realisation of how crazily, irrevocably in love with her I am.

She turns around, her hair flying to settle on her right shoulder and she pants, surprise in her eyes. "Rudra,"

"Please come to me," I beg softly.

She smiles ruefully. "You're the one standing at the door. I'm already here. Waiting for you."

Love.

It sure is self-destructive.

This confession>>>>>>>> I love you

Time for full fledged smut! 😩

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