Bharat Jogra remained still. He did not even blink.
The stillness unsettled her more than anger would have.
Her determination rose.
She sat up fully now, silk pooling around her thighs, hair falling over her shoulder. She refused to shrink beneath his stare.
“I’ve read the contract,maharaja,” she said with deliberate provocation. “It states that you decide when I can conceive. But there isn’t anything written about who drives our physical intimacy and where. Tonight, I am in control. And I choose your bed.”
He didn’t say anything. His handsome face remained unmoved.
A spark of annoyance, along with her anger, grew at his silence.
“Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed,” she commanded.
Bharat didn’t move. His towering frame cast a shadow over her, but something flickered in his golden-brown eyes at her order.
She knew she was supposed to seduce and entice, not order him or piss him off. But the cold distance he maintained from her the previous night, along with the mixed signaling of his actions during the day, made her snap.
She braced herself for a fight. She was itching for it.
She was prepared to stay put even if he ordered her to get out of his bed and his room.
But he didn’t argue. Or order her to get out.
His hands reached for his shirt, and he began unbuttoning it.
Her breath caught in her throat.
Inch by inch, his golden-tanned skin came into view as he unbuttoned his shirt, and then shrugged out of it, revealing his bare, muscled upper body.
Her breath hitched when his hands reached for his belt.
His movements were smooth and efficient.
But her heart thudded loudly when he stepped out of his pants and stood completely naked.
He looked like a mythical god.
She once again recalled how he rode the stallion with effortless command and threw the spear right on target. Her cheeks heated, and her body burned.
She hated that he could control her body without even touching her. Her anger grew.
“Lie down on the bed,” she repeated the command.
He moved. His muscles shifted as he walked towards the other side of the bed and then lay on his back. His eyes were on her. Waiting.
Before she lost her nerve, she closed the distance between them.
She recalled all the times he had driven their intimacy. How he was always in complete control, while she lost hers. She wasdetermined to take control and leave him as shattered as he left her each night.
“Tonight, I’m in charge,” she said as she straddled him, her thighs bracketing his hips, her wet heat hovering just above his hard arousal. She pulled up her satin nightwear in one move, until all she was wearing was just the emerald fish pendant.
He watched her with golden-brown eyes while remaining still under her.
With an angry inhale, she gripped his shoulders for balance and sank down onto him in a single thrust. The burn was immediate, a white-hot stretch that tore a gasp from her throat. His hands moved to her hips, fingers digging deep as his entire body locked beneath her. He was too big, even though she was prepared. She ignored the pain.
“I’m your wife,” she hissed, rolling her hips in a slow, deliberate circle that made his jaw tighten. “You don’t get to order me around like I’m your hired lackey.” She rocked forward, her nails scoring his chest as she dragged herself up his length almost to the tip, and then slammed back down, the impact reverberating through both of them.
