Bound by Revenge (The Singham Bloodlines) Page 12

  “We just need to take one of the Senani brothers. Hemant Senani must go.”

  “Dev, don’t forget they are our relatives.”

  “Bullshit, they don’t care. Look what they did to the barn,” Dev retorted.

  “The man who did it is dead. The day I find out the brothers have also been involved directly in our business, I will deal with them.”

  “That’s more I like it.”“Did you attend the Randheep Trust Fund meeting?”

  “Yes.” Dev took a shot from one of the glasses. “The profits are up again. If Randheep was alive, he'd be one rich kid.” He poured some more amber liquid into the glass and shot it down again.

  It was barely five in the evening.

  Abhay saw the shadows in Dev's eyes when he spoke of Randheep. He knew that even though Dev was only seven when it happened, the past still haunted him and affected him very strongly.

  “Is everything okay with our other neighbors? Or is the bitch and her goons still wreaking havoc within our lands?” Dev asked with a sneer, twirling his glass in agitation.

  “Dev.”

  “What? I just wanted to know. I should have killed her when I had the chance. Now, unfortunately you are married to her cousin.”

  “We are in peaceful terms with the Prajapatis. I don't want you involved in anything without checking with me first.”

  “Okay, fine.” Dev took another shot. “Enough about the devil, let's talk about your angel instead. So tell me big bro, how is married life treating you?”

  Abhay sat back in the chair, watching the city view outside their high-rise building. “As expected,” he replied calmly.

  Dev laughed. “Really? Is that why you were hurrying the talks this past week? Because you want to get back to your boring predictable marriage?”

  Abhay didn't respond, but that didn't deter Dev. “Oh, come on. People at the Singham Estate are waiting with bated breath for several little baby Abhay Singhams to run around the mansion halls. Although personally, I rather have pretty little nieces who look like Anika.”

  Abhay didn't comment. Before Dev could say anything, they were interrupted by a knock. “Dev, Miss Tia Mathur is here to see you.”

  Dev groaned. He placed the glass on the counter and stood up straight. “Tell her I'll be there in a few minutes.”

  As soon as Dev's assistant left, Abhay frowned. “You are drunk tonight. Are you driving?”

  “I'm not drunk,” said Dev with a mock offended look. “And besides the lovely Miss Mathur is going to be driving.” He shrugged on an evening jacket that was lying on one of the chairs. “Heard she might win the best actress award tonight. If she does, then we’d be celebrating until late. Don't wait up for me.” He winked and grinned.

  A week ago, it had been a tennis star. Before that, a socialite. Each month there was a different woman.

  Abhay watched as his brother brushed his hair back with his fingers and popped in a piece of chewing gum.

  “I don't care how late you are out, but I expect you to be there at the site tomorrow morning by eight.”

  Dev groaned. “Eight! It's a freaking Sunday tomorrow for god's sake.”

  “Eight sharp, Dev.” His tone implied no arguments.

  “Fine,” Dev grumbled, and left the room.

  Getting up from the chair, Abhay poured himself a drink.

  He took a big sip and closing his eyes, he let himself feel the searing trail of fire burn from his throat to his stomach. The slow burn within reminded him of his wife—the wife he hadn't even wanted in the first place.

  Anika Prajapati was one of his sacrifices. Even though he had hated the very idea of marrying her because of their family’s history, he still went ahead because of a long-held promise.

  When he had married her, he was sure he would loathe her. He had even braced himself to a hate-filled marriage that would bind him for an eternity.

  However, his wife turned out to be an enigma. She was terrified of him and hated him. Yet, right from the beginning, she spent her days helping his people even though she didn't really have to. At first, he had felt suspicious, but observing her over the past few weeks, he realized she was being genuine.

  She wasn't even close to being the woman he had imagined. When Neelambari Prajapati had sent him the proposal of marrying her older niece, he was not surprised. The only thing he knew at that point was that she lived somewhere abroad. Neelambari had spoken to him and told him about how her niece fantasized about marrying someone who was handsome, rich, and influential such as him. He knew it wasn't just his ego that made him believe her. At that point, he had already met a lot of women who had similar aspirations and had wanted to become Mrs. Abhay Singham.

  But the only difference with Anika was that she had the Prajapati blood to qualify as his potential bride. The only other woman who had that qualification was Sabitha Prajapati, but he knew that even considering Sabitha as a potential bride would make Dev go on a rampage.

  That ultimately led to Anika Prajapati being his bride.

  He knew as soon as Anika saw the violence in front of the temple, she must have realized the harsh realities of marrying a man such as him. She had wanted to back away.

  At that time, he was barely managing to maintain peace between the Prajapatis and Singhams, and he knew that if she backed out on the marriage, it would end in bloodshed. He had been pissed and angry that she would even try to do so when she gave her word. She had no choice, but to be his wife. They were bound by a promise that would tie them together until death because he did not believe in divorce.

  He had tried to give her more time, ignoring her initially, but it only left him frustrated and aching. He did not believe in cheating. And because of that, he recalled how each night he had to jerk off in the shower imagining his wife's face and body before laying next to her on their bed. He hadn't trusted himself not to roll over and take her like he craved whether she was willing or not.

  Slowly and steadily, she was getting under his skin. He was becoming obsessed about wanting to see her smile or just watch her as she slept. He even enjoyed their little talks when she spoke about her day and his people. Sometimes she pushed him hard, challenging his authority. Instead of pissing him off, it only made him crave her more.

  He recalled how she had looked and felt when he kissed her before leaving for the city. That particular scene ran in his mind over the last four nights, leaving him even more restless. He distinctly recalled how she had arched towards him and wanted his touch. She had looked disappointed when he had told her he was leaving.

  She's mine, and she wants me.

  With that thought, a fire restarted inside his body, and this time it threatened to turn into an inferno.

  He made a call on his phone. “Bhalla, get the car ready. We are going home tonight.”

  “But, Abhay. You are supposed to meet the ministers for dinner at nine.”

  “Make the necessary calls and cancel it. I want to be home tonight.”

  Abhay ended the call as his heart beat faster in anticipation.

  He was going to claim his wife tonight.

  CHAPTER 26

  It had been a week since Abhay had gone on a trip, and Anika was missing him badly. She couldn’t escape the fact she was falling for Abhay Singham.

  It wasn’t because she was married to him, and she was expected to live with him until death, but because she had started to like him and respect him as a person. Everything he did for his people and the lengths he went to bring justice, truly moved her. There was also the fact she found him hot, extremely hot.

  The arrogant, masculine face, the chiseled muscles and his tall, strong body, which had once been a cause for her fear… were part of her dirty fantasies. She wanted to touch him badly. She wanted to explore him inside and out until she knew everything that was Abhay Singham.

  “Uhhh…Anika?” a woman's voice interrupted her daydreaming.

  She blinked her eyes slowly and saw Lakshmi’s amused look. “Yes?” />
  “I have been asking you whether you wanted to have dinner in your suite or at the dining table tonight, but you just kept staring through me with a silly smile on your face.”

  Anika blushed. “Umm… sorry about that,” she replied with a sheepish smile. “I think I’ll just shower and go to bed tonight. I’m not that hungry after having so many treats this evening.”

  Lakshmi smiled. “People are pretty grateful for your help here, and want to repay you in the form of homemade treats, but you don’t have to indulge everyone. I’ll let them know they should stop providing you so many treats.”

  “No. That’s okay. I really enjoyed the treats.” Anika was touched by the people’s gesture. Most of them had a long hard day of work either in the fields or around the estate, but they took the time to make her special dishes to show her their appreciation.

  “There are other reasons, too,” said Lakshmi, with a twinkle in her eyes. “Some of the people think you are already carrying the Singham heir and want to fatten you up.”

  Anika blushed once again. “Oh…I… uh am not. Pregnant, I mean.”

  Lakshmi burst out laughing shaking her head in amusement. “Anyway, I’ll bring up some buttermilk and fruits. You can have them if you are hungry later on.”

  Anika thanked Lakshmi before calling it a day and headed up to the master suite.

  After a long, relaxing shower, she was sorting through her clothes in a large ornate drawer looking for a nightdress. She realized it was high time she needed to hang her clothes in one of the large walk-in closets in the suite.

  She had just found one of her comfortable cotton nightdresses when she heard the soft click of the master bedroom door.

  Immediately, she felt the change in the atmosphere of the room. Without even turning, she knew it wasn't Lakshmi with her meal, and that it was him.

  Abhay Singham had returned. Her towel-clad body quivered as she felt the heat of his stare on her back.

  She heard the soft footsteps approach her, but she refused to turn towards him. Her breathing began to grow heavy as a strange tension gripped her body. Her nails dug into the intricate carving of the dresser as she felt him close the distance between them, until he stood right behind her.

  His body emitted heat that slowly enveloped her, making her belly quiver in awareness and need. She waited for him to touch her, but he didn't, and that somehow made her even hotter. She clenched her legs together and tried to regulate her breathing.

  “Turn around,” he ordered softly, his warm breath behind her ears causing her to shiver once again.

  Slowly, she turned around keeping her eyes downcast. She felt his eyes on her towel -clad body, and then she felt his fingers trailing around the edges of the fabric leaving goosebumps in their path. His warm lips trailed the path laid by his fingertips. She closed her eyes as tremors ran through her body and let out a soft involuntary moan. Her knuckles turned white as she held onto the dresser behind her to support her weakening legs.

  His lips slowly moved higher towards her neck and then behind her ear. “Spread your legs,” he rasped.

  Trembling, she did as he ordered. She was a virgin, and although she knew the technical aspects of sex, she had no experience with something like this. But she knew that whatever would happen between them tonight would be something she would enjoy immensely.

  Sucking in her lower lip and keeping her eyes closed, she waited for him to make the next move.

  “Do you want my touch tonight?” His tone contained an edge to it.

  Moaning softly again, she nodded and arched her back inviting him to touch.

  She gasped as she felt his huge palms cup her breasts through the soft towel.

  He began massaging them. “Tell me how much you want this,” he said, his tongue running over her earlobe and ending with a stinging bite. The pleasure pain of the bite caused another set of tremors to bolt from her breasts to her womb.

  “I want this,” she whispered.

  Slowly, like she was a gift, he loosened the knot and let the towel fall from around her.

  Despite the cool air on her exposed body, she felt so hot, she could barely breathe through the intense pleasure she felt.

  “Open your eyes.” His fingers caressed her bare breasts and then slid lower to her belly and then around her hips. It almost felt like he was familiarizing himself with her shape.

  Shuddering, she opened her eyes to look at him. She could only see the top of his head as he was kneeling down running his large palms over her spread thighs continuing his exploration. Something primitive ran through her body as she looked at the dark head of the powerful, dominating man kneeling in front of her for the sole purpose of pleasuring her.

  She jumped when one of his long fingers brushed against her sensitive folds. Her breath came out in loud pants. She felt extremely embarrassed, but also highly aroused at the same time.

  “Shh… we'll go slow,” his voice came out as a deep rumble next to her core causing it to quiver. His eyes met hers, trapping her in some sort of trance due to their intensity. “I just want you to enjoy my touch.”

  She nodded her head.

  “I know you are scared of me and maybe even hate me, but I’ll make you feel good until you crave my touch.”

  “I do,” she exhaled noisily. “I do crave your touch.”

  As soon as the words escaped her, a feral, possessive smile appeared on his face, and the next instant, she felt his mouth closing in over her core.

  She gasped out and clutched his hair. Her legs threatened to give out, and the only thing holding her upright—were his arms wrapped around her hips, pinning her back to the dresser.

  She felt his tongue explore her, building some kind of tension and pressure inside. She moaned and continued fisting his hair, tugging him even closer. Her entire body hummed, and she tried to move her hips frantically. She tried to move closer to him, but his strong arms kept her trapped in place, and his mouth continued to wreak havoc inside her body.

  Her body writhed to his touch, and she felt the pressure inside increase until it became unbearable. She shuddered unable to handle the build-up and finally let go. She came with a low keening sound, her body trembling violently as she felt the waves of intense pleasure crash through her body.

  Slowly, she regained her awareness. She was panting, and she felt his hands run over her stomach and hips in a soothing manner as if to calm her down. He waited for her to completely calm down before sweeping her off her feet without another word.

  He carried her out of the closet to the bed and placed her on it and lay next to her, his body seemingly tensed. When he didn’t make any move to touch her again or demand anything in return, she turned towards him. His eyes were closed shut.

  “Abhay?”

  “Yes?” he gritted out.

  “Can I… touch you?” Her eyes ran over the silk fabric of his shirt, tempted to open the buttons and explore him the way she had wanted to for the past few days.

  His eyes opened and met hers with an intensity that began to build a slow fire inside. “Yes, touch me any way you want.”

  He looked tired with shadows under his eyes. “I… uh… won’t disturb your sleep?” she asked.

  A small smile broke on his harsh face. “I can hardly sleep when my wife is sitting naked next to me watching me with that hungry look.”

  Her cheeks heated, but she slowly placed a hand over his shirt feeling the crisp hairs underneath. She wanted to give in to her desires, but the fact that he was watching her made her feel shy. In the end, her curiosity and need won.

  She slid her hand underneath the shirt and pressed her palm to the warm flesh. Abhay groaned and shifted his hips. She saw that his trousers had risen due to his erection, and felt an immediate thrill that her simple touch could do that to him.

  Her hand grew bolder, and she began to open the buttons on his shirt revealing inch by inch of beautiful, chiseled, golden skin, and muscles. She trailed her fingers along the line of hai
r that disappeared into the waistband of his trousers.

  She bit her lip as she hesitated. How far can I go?

  The next moment, Abhay eliminated the dilemma by rapidly unbuttoning his trousers and pushing them down his legs. He placed his hands on either side of his head, an indication to her that he was hers to explore.

  His breathing had quickened, and his eyes continued to watch her with a hooded look. Feeling bold, she slid her hand on top of his underwear stroking his arousal through the fabric. Another deep groan vibrated through his body.

  Slowly, she pushed down the elastic of his underwear revealing a portion of his manhood. It was thick and larger than she had imagined.

  “Abhay… can I kiss you there?”

  “Do anything you want with me,” he rasped.

  She held him and squeezed him with her fist fascinated by the smooth texture of the rock-hard organ.

  He emitted a hiss making her quickly let go of him. “Don’t you like it?” she asked.

  “I love it,” his voice was thick. His eyes glittered in the relative darkness as he watched her intently.

  A strong need began to rise in her. She wanted to drive her husband crazy until he lost control because of her. She leaned down and pressed a small kiss on the velvety skin.

  His hips bucked, and his body shook. “I want to take your… you into my mouth.” She didn't want to use a clinical term.

  His hands crept to her hair. “Call it a cock, Anika. Say that word for me,” he growled out the order.

  “Cock, ” she said softly. “I want to take your cock into my mouth, and give you the same kind of pleasure you gave me.”

  His eyes closed, and he groaned out in pleasure. “Fuck! I love hearing those words from your pretty mouth. ” Tightening her hand around his cock, she bent down to take the head into her lips and sucked it into her mouth.