Bound by Hatred (The Singham Bloodlines Book 2) Page 12

  Annoyed for having such thoughts, she frowned at him. He continued to watch her silently with the same broody look.

  She somehow knew he would let the silence continue until eternity, and she had to be the one to break it. So she spoke first.

  “We need to compromise and come to some understanding between us,” she said.

  The brooding look transformed into a scowl, making him appear even sulkier and damn attractive. How the hell someone could look more attractive with a sulky look, she didn’t understand.

  “What exactly are we compromising about?” he asked.

  “We need to put our pasts behind us and try to be civil to one another. There is a lot of insecurity and uncertainty amongst our people that’s affecting their work.”

  Before she could even finish talking, he got up from his chair. His face was no longer broody or sulky. He looked fierce. He stalked towards her like a predator.

  He stopped right next to her and loomed on top of her. “Oh really?” he drawled. “Suddenly you decide to waltz in here, sounding like you are the mature adult here, talking about putting our pasts behind us, when it was you who behaved like a toddler with your temper tantrum two weeks ago, shooting at me and what not.”

  “I—” She broke off not knowing what to say. For the first time, she felt a loss for words.

  He was right. She had reacted badly that morning after their night. “I admit. I might have reacted a bit more than usual.”

  He raised a thick masculine eyebrow.

  “Okay fine. I overreacted that morning,” she admitted grudgingly.

  “Why?”

  She frowned. “What do you mean why? Wasn’t it obvious?” she asked.

  “Not to me. As far as I understand, we had a mind-blowing pleasurable night that we both enjoyed, and the next thing I know, you were shooting your gun at me.”

  A shiver passed through her when he spoke about their night. Ignoring it, she focused on the discussion at hand. “You know quite well it wasn’t as simple as that.”

  He watched her closely. “You mean, at that time our past was driving your behavior?”

  She nodded.

  “Then how about now?” he asked.

  “What do you mean?” she asked with a frown, not quite following him.

  “You said you reacted badly because our past was still between us. A few minutes ago, you mentioned you wanted to compromise and come to an understanding for the sake of our people and put our pasts behind us.”

  “Okay.” She had no idea where he was going with it.

  “Would you still react badly if we were to spend another night together?” he asked.

  A jolt passed through her. “There won’t be another night,” she said firmly.

  “Why not?”

  “Because I…” She desperately searched for words to find an answer. “Because I don’t want to. It wasn’t something I’d like to repeat,” she finished, her lie even sounded lame to her own ears.

  At her obvious discomfort, a smirk passed on his face. “You were lucky that I had our offices sound proofed a couple of months ago, or the entire site would have known that you had enjoyed being with me,” he said.

  This time she scowled. “I told you not to discuss that night!”

  “That’s actually not a bad idea,” he said.

  “What isn’t?” she snapped. The man in front of her always kept her on her bloody toes.

  “If our people think we are together as a couple with a possibility of a future alliance, they would relax and feel much more secure. You can get rid of Revanth Senani as well. I know your people would prefer another close alliance between the Prajapatis and Singhams, rather than with the Senanis.”

  She frowned as his words processed through her brain. “I’m not the type to play such childish games, Singham.”

  “I’m not either. What I’m suggesting is we can be together temporarily, get rid of our common enemies while also having a relationship of sorts.”

  She looked at him like he had gone mad. “No.”

  At her blunt answer, his eyes lit up in challenge. Then deliberately he leaned closer to her, caging her in the chair. “Come on, Sabitha,” he said in a deep tone that slipped right into her belly, fluttering it. It was the first time she had heard him use her name. “Admit it, you enjoyed that night.”

  Her hands flexed and curled into the arms of the chair. She tried to shake away the spell he was trying to weave around her. “That doesn’t mean I want a repeat of it.”

  “Don’t you?” he whispered in her ear, making her break into goosebumps. “Don’t you want me doing all those filthy things to you again?” he asked in a husky tone, making her blood heat up with memories. The things he had done to her were indeed quite filthy.

  “As soon as you agree to this, the first thing I’ll do is to taste you again,” he said, placing his soft yet strong lips against her neck. She wanted to push him off, but she also didn’t want him to stop. Even as she felt torn, her back arched as his lips continued to caress her neck and her cheek.

  She also recalled how he had bitten into her neck, her ear, and then her lips while kissing her that night. He wasn’t just a good kisser. He was a damn good kisser.

  “And once I have tasted you to my fill, I will claim you,” he continued. “I will make you come hard. Not just once, but over and over again, until you beg me to stop, and until I decide you’ve had enough.”

  Tremors began deep inside her body at his crude words and deep, gruff tone. She tried to control herself. Master her body’s reactions like she had been doing for several years.

  But she lost control when she was with Dev Singham.

  She knew that part of her reacted that way to him that night due to her inexperience. She had only been with one man. And that was several years ago as a teenager.

  She and Raghav were only eighteen when they had made love. And when she had initiated the act, it ended up being a clumsy fumbling between two curious teenagers. Even though it had been a bit painful because it had been her first time, she still recalled how sweet she had found the act.

  But Dev Singham didn’t make love. It wasn’t sweet either. He had sex like an animal.

  And you enjoyed every second of it, a wicked part of her mind whispered.

  Memories of that night filled her again. She recalled how he had carried her from the office desk and tossed her on the small bed at the back of the room. She had laid there unable to move, feeling boneless and replete. She could only watch him with transfixed eyes. Meantime, he had locked the door and returned, standing in his naked glory and simply watching her.

  And when he moved, she recalled how her heart had thumped loudly in her ears. She had watched the lean lines of his well-defined muscles while he stalked towards her like she was his prey. One of his hands stroked his huge and already stiff manhood from the base to the tip in slow, lazy movements without taking his eyes off her. The throbbing between her legs grew in intensity while she had watched him move his hand up and down. Her heart had almost burst out of her ribcage when he crawled on top of her and looked down at her with a hungry, predatory smile.

  He had gone at her again like he was trying to kill her. In a way he did. He had made her come over and over again that night. “Open your eyes and watch us,” he had demanded.

  And she did. She had watched every little thing he did to her. At one point, when she had tried to move away due to her over-stimulated sensitive nerves, he held her in place, leaving bruises in the soft inner flesh of her thighs while his lips, and his tongue, and his teeth continued to wring out more pleasure. It had felt like torture—pure delicious torture. She had thrust her hips wildly towards his mouth, until she came again. The release had been so hard she had tears in her eyes.

  Sabitha took a deep breath, trying to control her body as it came alive with the memories.

  She felt him pick up her hair and push it over her shoulders, letting the heavy weight of the plait fall on her chest. Then
his lips met with the sensitive skin behind her ear, causing her to shiver involuntarily.

  “Let me dirty you up again in the best possible way,” he said huskily. His fingers wrapped around her plait, tugging it slightly and slowly moved down its length. When his knuckles brushed against her breasts lightly, they sent bolts of electricity through her body.

  His lips remained next to her ear. “I’ll leave you hoarse with your screaming, and you’ll end up limping again like I’m sure you did the last time,” he said.

  Her heart pounded, and her core throbbed as she continued to listen to his dirty talk.

  She had felt sore and limped slightly for a few days after their night together. Each time she took a step, she was reminded of him and the feel of him moving inside her. It had driven her crazy, because she craved that feeling so much.

  She had even dreamed of him during the ensuing nights. She had woken up with her heart pounding in her chest and an intense throbbing between her legs. She had felt on edge, getting irritated and aroused at the same time. She felt hollow and empty when she went back to sleep again.

  “You’ll love it,” he promised, biting her ear lobe with a pressure that was close to pain. But it only made her shiver in pleasure.

  Why am I allowing him to touch me? And why is my body still reacting to him so intensely?

  Slowly, she turned her head and looked at him. He was watching her with glittering eyes and a hooded expression that she now recognized.

  She stared at him for a while, feeling at war with herself.

  Before her logical brain could direct her actions, she grabbed his hair and smashed her lips to his. Their lips clung while he grabbed her hips and picked her up from the chair, wrapping her legs around him as he took her to the back of the room.

  He dropped her on the bed while continuing the kiss.

  They clawed at each other. She pulled his shirt up, and then her hands explored his shoulders, chest and trailed down the hard muscles of his abs. She felt the heat of his hardness against her stomach. Meantime, he caressed her breasts, palming them in his large hands and making her moan into his mouth.

  She pushed him away and rolled on top of him, and ripped the top two buttons of his shirt to kiss his neck and chest.

  He groaned, but then he grabbed her face and pulled her up to look at her intensely. “Whatever this thing is between us…” he said between heavy breaths. “…we both know it has always been there… and that it will always be there. I’m fucking tired of fighting it. Agree to this,” he demanded.

  She didn’t reply. She pushed his hands away from her face and bent down to twirl her tongue on his nipple and bit it, making him groan again.

  “I’ll agree, but I have a condition,” she said as she ran her tongue on his abs.

  “What?” his voice rasped.

  She moved to his other nipple. “No commitment to our people. We won’t speak of a possible alliance. We should be able to end this when I say so. Of course, you can choose to end it anytime, too. No arguments.”

  His hands tightened on her hips, and he flipped her until he was on top in a dominant position. His mouth landed hard on hers in another bruising kiss. His tongue warred with hers before he pulled away to look at her. Even though his face indicated possessiveness, he growled out, “Deal.”

  CHAPTER 23

  Dev watched Sabitha Prajapati as she put her clothes back on. When she came into his office that evening, he had expected to feel anger, hatred, or some sort of primitive satisfaction. But this feeling of mad excitement and joy threw him off.

  He now knew he definitely was a crazy bastard like she had called him a few weeks ago.

  He didn’t know what made him propose an affair with her, but he knew he wanted her.

  He wanted her hands and mouth on him. He wanted to put his hands and mouth on her. He wanted to take her from the back, against the wall, and in every possible way he could. He wanted it to be rough and hard, then slow and gentle. And most of all, he simply wanted her.

  “Come to a cottage with me tonight,” he suggested. There was one that was close to the site, but far enough to offer them privacy.

  She frowned. “I can’t. I need to be home by seven in the morning. I have several other commitments. And also, I can’t just leave my men here to go off with you.”

  “We can be back before dawn. It’s less than thirty minutes away from here. And your men can babysit themselves during the night.”

  She shook her head, but her face indicated that she was tempted.

  He got up from the bed and pulled her down on it. Her shirt was still unbuttoned. Dragging one of the cups of her bra down, he bent his head and sucked in a rosy nipple, until her smell and taste flooded his senses, heightening his excitement.

  She gasped and moaned softly, clutching his hair and pulling him closer.

  “Just the two of us with no one else to disturb us,” he murmured before moving and pulling down the other cup to suck in the other peak. “No hurried coupling, but a long night of sin. You can scream as loud as you want.”

  “I know you are trying to manipulate me into agreeing with you, Singham,” she said huskily.

  He raised his head and smiled. “Of course I am. I haven’t even begun to have my fill of you,” he said. “I’ve been thinking so much of us being together, and what I would do to you.”

  Her eyes heated. “You’ve been thinking about me?”

  “Yes,” he said. He put his nose on the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting the smell of roses fill his lungs. She threw her neck back, giving him more access. He ran his tongue over the length of her neck, causing her to shiver.

  “Tell me you’ve been thinking about me,” he demanded.

  “I have,” she admitted softly.

  “Tell me how much,” he insisted, placing a trail of bites from her neck to her chest.

  “A lot,” she said, clutching him.

  “Then come with me tonight.”

  “I can’t,” she said. “After we address our people, I have to go home. I have a few other meetings tonight, and I’m taking my grandfather to the city for a small surgery tomorrow.”

  “I see.” He felt disappointed that she wouldn’t be at the site the next day.

  She wiggled under him and pushed him away, until he fell next to her on the bed.

  “Let’s go,” she said softly. The next shift is going to start soon. People must have started assembling.”

  She pulled her long hair in front of her and began adjusting her bra, looking tempting as hell.

  She finished straightening completely. Then grabbing her phone and gun from the top of his desk, she went towards the door. Just before she opened it, she turned until he could see only her profile.

  “I’ll come to the cottage tomorrow night,” she softly said before she left.

  And just like that, as though he were a teen boy with his first crush, he couldn’t wait for the next day to come. He hurriedly put on his clothes so he could stand next to her to address their people together.

  CHAPTER 24

  “Madam, we would like you to use another room we have specifically prepared for you.”

  Sabitha looked at the nervous looking middle-aged man who was from the hospital management. She and her men were in a meeting room of an exclusive private hospital owned by her grandfather’s friend. Her grandfather had been brought there over the years for check-ups and sometimes surgeries.

  “We are fine with this one here. We are expecting a few people to join us here as well. What time is my grandfather going to be discharged?” she asked.

  “Most likely by five in the evening, madam. But please accept our hospitality. The room we have prepared for your meeting is much more comfortable and larger.”

  Sabitha frowned at the man’s insistence. Then shrugging slightly, she followed him along with her men.

  As soon as the door opened, she and her men drew out their weapons and pointed it at the men in the room.

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sp; Inside the large personal meeting room along with several of his men was Revanth Senani—her unwanted suitor.

  “Sabitha, welcome,” he said with a shark-like smile.

  Immediately, a bolt of irritation passed through her. “You are going too far with this,” she said in a warning tone. She had already warned him repeatedly not to make a fool of himself. But he was still pursuing her. The flowers had stopped, but other elaborate gifts like pieces of Senani heirloom jewellery and saris began to arrive which she promptly returned with warnings.

  Her aunt was bouncing with glee that a rich and powerful man was pursuing her niece for an alliance. Sabitha hadn’t discussed about it with her aunt, but it would be a cold day in hell before she considered the man in front of her as her prospective groom.

  On the outside, Revanth Senani was quite handsome in a conventional way due to his inherited genes. But his reputation of being cruel and sadistic to the women of his province was well-known and widespread.

  Sabitha shuddered internally with disgust when his cold, dead eyes swept over her.

  “I’m sorry if my presence somehow offends you, Sabitha,” he said in a seemingly polite tone. “We recently bought this hospital. When I found that Virendra Prajapati was being admitted here for surgery, I decided to pay my respects.”

  She didn’t buy his reason for being at the hospital to meet her grandfather. But she knew that Senanis might have bought the hospital. Unlike the Singhams or even the Prajapati’s, the Senanis invested all their money exclusively outside their province.

  Even though only the Senani family living in a mansion continued to flourish, the rest of the families in the province lived almost in poverty. The fact that Senanis declined Abhay Singham’s offer to join the canal and manufacturing units’ projects had irritated her even more.

  “I don’t have time for this. I want you to stop bothering me about the marriage proposal. I’ve already given you my answer.”

  “I know,” he said. “But I’m convinced that one day you’ll develop a soft corner for me in your heart.”