Ruthless (The Revenge Games Book 2)

by MV Kasi

  She didn't ask him any questions. She didn't think her voice would even function through the shock that gripped her body.

  She jumped when she heard him speak after a while. "It's done. We are heading back now," he said softly.

  She thought he was talking to her, but the stillness of his form and the expression on his face, as though he was listening to something, made her aware that he was speaking with someone else.

  "Whom are you talking to?" she asked.

  He looked towards her. "We need to get out of here," he said quietly.

  She didn't argue. She simply nodded dumbly.

  "Follow me," he instructed. Then he pulled out a pair of goggles from his pocket that was similar to the one on top of his head. He wore his and slipped the other one on her face.

  They were night vision goggles. He began to move. He didn't look back to check whether she was following him. He went towards the balcony and slid down a thin rope that was suspended.

  Taking a deep breath, she followed behind him. And just when she was about to drop on the ground from a four feet height, she felt his hands on her waist to assist her.

  Again not bothering to ask her if she was fine, he tugged the rope several times until the other end with something shiny attached came free and fell at their feet. Rolling it smoothly around one of his hands, he began to walk towards a wall in the backyard. It would have been pitch dark on this side of the house with no lighting seen anywhere. But with her night vision goggles, she was able to see everything.

  "You go first," he said, indicating up with his chin.

  When she hesitated, "Do you need help?" he asked coolly.

  "No," she replied and climbed the wall smoothly. On the other side of the wall, there was a car parked.

  She didn't recognize it. But she had other concerns. "Where's Varun? He was waiting for me on the other end of the house?"

  "He's fine. We asked him to leave." Ajay didn't elaborate anymore.

  Moving towards the black car, "Get in," he instructed, indicating again with his chin.

  Sia began to get angry. But more than that she was upset. She was also damn freaking terrified.

  Ajay must have sensed some of those feelings. He turned her way."I know you have questions, but we need to remain quiet until we reach your house," he said.

  She wanted more than answers. She wanted to attack him for the stunt he just pulled. But she remained quiet, shaking with the adrenaline still coursing through her body.

  Fifteen minutes later, the car stopped near another residential area. Ajay's car was parked there.

  "We need to change cars," he said.

  She nodded jerkily. He paused and looked at her for a while.

  "Take off everything. Your wig and clothes, and hand them to me. I'll be right back with a change of clothes," he said.

  He returned when she removed the last of the pin and held the wig in her hands.

  "You clothes too," he reminded.

  Not bothering to ask him to leave, she began to undress. He didn't speak or show any reaction on his face when she was left mostly naked. Once she was done, he placed a bag on the seat and took the wig and the removed clothes into his hands before disappearing to the other car again.

  And then he came to the passenger side of the door and opened it.

  "Come out, we need to switch cars," he said simply.

  She saw that Harsha was in the other car, but he came towards them and got into the driver's seat of the black car. Not wanting to risk wasting any time by asking them about the entire plan, she got down the car and sat in Ajay's car.

  Soon, they were headed towards her house.

  *****

  A few minutes later, Ajay drove them into Sia's garage and parked the car.

  Not waiting for her to get down from the car, he went towards a door and punched in a code along with a retina scan before going inside. She followed behind him.

  The door closed shut behind them. Sia wanted to demand answers, but Ajay was busy looking around the house he had called home for nearly a year. She knew it had really changed a lot since the last couple of months he had been there.

  The house was back to being the cold and bare shell, with missing family pictures of them during her pregnancy and of their daughter.

  "Looks like you redecorated," he remarked.

  Not answering his casual offhand remark, she walked towards him and stood right in front of him. When he looked at her, she slapped him. Hard.

  The impact was powerful enough to whip his face towards the side.

  "You've ruined everything!" she shouted, finally letting her emotions show, and breaking down due to the events that had transpired during that night.

  Ajay turned his face back towards her. And in his eyes was rage. And some kind of other emotion that she didn't care to know at that particular moment.

  "How could you do it, Ajay? You killed a man!" she shouted at him.

  "Oh? I didn't know you went there to have a pleasant chat with that man," he replied in an even tone, gritting his teeth.

  "Oh my god! You weren't supposed to kill him!"

  "Why?" he asked.

  "Because I was supposed to!"

  "Why?" he growled out again.

  "Because he deserved it! I had a plan in place. You were supposed to take care of our daughter. Be safe, move on, while I—" she broke off not wanting to complete the sentence.

  "While you did what?" he demanded.

  He was in her face. "While you rotted in the jail? While you possibly died during one of your revenge games? Is that the great big sacrifice you'd planned?" he taunted.

  That was the plan. But he ruined it. And instead he put himself in danger. The adrenaline rushing through her body picked up even more. She was shaking in fury.

  She pushed him away from her. "I hate you so much for this. I'll never forgive you for ruining it," she hissed out.

  He closed the distance between them again, and held her arms. "You hate me? Show me how much you hate me," he growled, pulling her even closer. "Prove it to me," he whispered the challenge against her mouth before kissing her hard.

  She bit him. Not the gentle bite that she used to love doing, to drive him crazy. But a punishing bite, hard enough for her to taste the metallic tang of his blood.

  He didn't flinch, and neither did he release the hold on her. She felt a strange combination of bloodlust, and another kind of lust coursing through her veins. But, before it consumed her completely, she shoved him away hard.

  With blood tricking down his lip, he watched her with an intensity that made the blood roar in her ears, making it deafening, muting any reason or sense that would stop the madness taking over her.

  He wiped his bloody lip with his thumb and smirked."I'm glad you had no one to take your pent up aggression out on. You are more than welcome to take it out on me," he said.

  Listening to his taunting words, she lost it completely. She attacked him like an animal.

  Baring her teeth and nails, she literally jumped towards him. But he was ready for her. He wrapped both his arms around her possessively, crushing her close until she could barely move.

  He kissed her again.

  She struggled furiously, but he didn't release his hold on her. He continued kissing her, almost robbing her breath along with her reasoning. His strong fingers dug into the skin of her back. She could feel the throb of his aroused body, and it made her tremble violently.

  Slowly and involuntarily, her lips parted wider, while her whole body shuddered, feeling his warmth. He dug the fingers of one of his hands into her hair at the back of her head, forcing her head back, and exposing her neck to him. His mouth moved away from her lips and he kissed her throat upward, until he found her mouth again, and took her bottom lip between his teeth.

  Trying to pull in the last shred of control together, she hit his chest again, until he released her lip.

  She wiped her mouth. Trying to remove the addicting taste of him from her. "You
think you did me a great favor by trying to protect me?" she snarled at him. "You did not!"

  He growled, dragging her to him again. "I can say the same thing to you!" he said and crashed their lips together, and kissed her ravenously.

  Gasping and moaning, she kissed him back. She was reminded once again, about how much she had missed him. She wanted him with a violence that stunned her.

  "I want you inside me," she gasped out, unable to bear it anymore.

  "Believe me, I plan on being there pretty soon," he gritted out.

  With joined lips, they fumbled and tore through their clothes.

  She wrenched her mouth away from his again. "This doesn't change anything," she panted out.

  He looked annoyed and furious. "We'll see about that," he snapped, pulling her back to him

  He picked her up and threw her on the nearby sofa. And then crawling on top of her, he began to kiss her again while shedding his torn pants with one hand.

  Her eyes flared in surprise and heat before she narrowed them in a glare at his dominant position. A small smile broke on his face, remembering her need to control and be on top. But he didn't accommodate her this time.

  Getting hold of her hips, he tore away her already ripped clothes. Her gaze continued to burn bright with anger and arousal. She dug her nails hard into his shoulders, drawing blood.

  Another growl erupted from him. And then, finally she felt the heat of his naked body on hers. She wrapped her legs around him, crushing him with her thighs, pushing herself towards him so she could feel the hardness of his aroused body against the soft wetness of hers.

  Groaning, his mouth left her lips to kiss her neck, and then down her chest, until his teeth found her nipples to bite them hard enough to elicit a pain and pleasure filled gasp.

  He raised his head until their eyes met again. There was still anger, hurt and a raw suppressed emotion that they were both unable to express in form of words.

  She tugged him upward to kiss him, but he resisted. Instead, he slowly began to slide inside her, until she could barely keep her eyes open anymore. Her legs trembled, and her body shuddered with small tremors that began to explode inside her almost immediately.

  Gasping, she shoved her hips forward, forcing him to go deeper.

  She had never imagined that she would be able to be with him again that way.

  He raised his body from hers, balancing his weight on his knees between her legs, and grabbed her thighs in his hands. Pulling her towards him, he controlled the movements, going so slow that it drove her mad. But with each thrust, he pushed in deeper, until her thighs began to tremble, and she couldn't hold them steady around his hips anymore.

  She arched the back of her head against the soft cushion, moaning and gasping, digging her fingers into the flesh of his hips. Finally, he moved faster, thrust harder, became ruthless, and out of control. She moved her hands to grip the cushion hard, pressing against the sofa arm, forcing herself against him, feeling him deep inside her.

  He swept her in his madness, overwhelming her.

  But instead of taking them to the finish line, he collapsed on top of her, and she could feel the wetness of his mouth on her breast. She felt it moving up towards her throat and then her lips. She felt his heartbeat thumping against her chest as he paced himself again, moving slowly.

  She knew he wanted to prolong the feel of their bodies being joined intimately. His movements were slow, and his kisses were deep, hot and hungry.

  Curling her fingers into his hair, she gripped it tightly, moaning into his mouth. She had missed his taste and also the feel of him moving inside her.

  They continued moving against each other, until they realized that they couldn't prolong it any longer. Feeling attuned to each other, they found their releases together. And even when he finished, he didn't stop moving. He kept moving until her body stopped shuddering, and until her legs stopped trembling.

  He rested his head across her breasts as he held her close. She brushed her fingers through his sweaty hair, and they stayed that way for a long time, lost in their thoughts and memories.

  She broke the silence with a confession. "I still see Anika on the cameras," she said. "And you too, because you are with her most of the time."

  "I know," he replied.

  "Where do we go from here?" she asked softly..

  "We'll figure it out," he said, his arms squeezing her gently, as though in reassurance.

  There is another long stretch of silence between them.

  "I'm still angry with you, Ajay. I can't believe you would do something like this, and not even warn me," she said. Her tone calm. "I had everything figured out. I was prepared for...anything."

  He lifted his face to stare down at her with an intense look. His hands moved until he held her face in a firm grip. "You are mine, Sia," he stated. "You alone don't get to decide if you want to sacrifice your life or not. Because when you do, you are destroying me along with you too."

  His eyes were dark and glittering, openly showing her everything he felt.

  Love.

  Lust.

  Anger.

  Protectiveness.

  It was the last emotion that softened her.

  "Tell me what you planned," she ordered softly.

  "I can't," he said. "I know it's hard for you, but I need you to trust me this time. It's critical that your reactions remain genuine tomorrow when things begin to fall according to my plan," he said.

  She had a million questions she wanted to bombard him with. But he was right. She had never trusted him completely before. But now, she wanted to. She had to.

  After all, he had just killed a man for her sake.

  "Alright. I will trust you," she said.

  That earned her a smile. She couldn't look away from his lips as they tilted in that smile. All the months of anxiety and loneliness washed away from her. His smile always had that effect on her. It gave her a feeling of a strong connection between them.

  He raised his body away from her and balanced his weight on his elbows. She watched as his biceps flexed.

  "Baby," his voice came out husky. "I know we have a lot to discuss. And I promise that I'll tell you everything soon. But first, I want us to make up for the lost time," he said.

  She could see that his smile had disappeared, and in place was another look which she also loved. "How?" she asked huskily.

  He didn't reply. He preferred to show it in actions.

  CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE

  Sia woke up feeling groggy and stiff.

  She was on the floor, naked and half-lying on top of an equally naked man.

  It was her husband. Or rather her soon-to-be ex-husband. And they had spent the night together.

  Her body felt sore everywhere. Especially the intimate muscles that she hadn't been using since they had last been together. And last night...or rather until a few hours ago, those muscles got a good workout. And for multiple times.

  Ajay hadn't been gentle or slow with her. He had taken her against the wall, on the table, and finally on the sofa again, before they landed on the carpet midway.

  It was rough and hard. And even angry at times. But all through it, Ajay had maintained eye contact with her that reached deep into her heart.

  She looked at his sleeping face and felt a similar tug in her heart again.

  Ajay didn't belong to her anymore. In fact, he was engaged to be married to someone else. Then why wasn't she feeling guilty about last night?

  Was it because of what he had told her last night?

  "No matter what happens, however tough the journey, we will remain together. I promise."

  God! How she wanted to believe him. She felt a lump form in her throat as her eyes burned with emotion. She wanted him so badly that it hurt to imagine letting him go.

  She didn't move. She was scared. What if this was another of her dreams where he was with her?

  If that was the case, she didn't want to wake up from that dream. She simply wanted to get
lost in the feel of his body against hers.

  She had missed him like crazy. His touch. His smell.

  And so, she closed her eyes again, to let herself dream a little more.

  A loud knock on the door made her jump. She opened her eyes and saw a lot of shadows outside the window shades.

  "Police. Open the door!" a loud voice stated.

  Her heart began to thump. Rolling away from Ajay, she got up from the carpet and hunted for her clothes. They were long rips everywhere.

  "Open! Or we'll have to break down the door!" a man's voice shouted.

  Hurriedly, she slipped on the torn dress over herself.

  "Open!" shouted another voice followed by insistent banging.

  She tried to search for her underwear. Finally she found it where it was flung faraway.

  "Shit. Shit. Shit," she muttered.

  "They can't break that door you know," said a sleepy deep voice.

  Ajay was awake. He slowly sat up, yawning and watching her with a sleepy look on his face.

  "What?" she asked, trying to pull her underwear up. But it was impossible, as he had torn it into shreds.

  "The metal door you custom ordered. It's bomb proof, remember," he said lazily.

  "That's the police out there, Ajay. They must have found the judge's body and come here," she said, trying not to let panic overtake her.

  Ajay shrugged. "I know."

  "Open the door!" roared a man from outside.

  Throwing the ripped clothes towards Ajay, "Dress up, I'm opening the door," she said, walking towards the main door. And then, she stopped briefly, turning half way, exposing only her profile to him. "If they think you had anything to do with this, I'm going to tell them I did it," she said softly.

  The second the words left from her mouth, there was a growl, and she felt him move quickly behind her. "Like hell you will!" he hissed out.

  He looked angry, annoyed and was in a full blown protective mode. "Don't talk anything beyond what we discussed last night," he warned her.

  "But you didn't tell me anyth—"

  "Well, keep it that way. I will tell you whatever you need to know once a few things get sorted out."