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Chapter Twenty-Four: Istanbul 9
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A Wife For His Empire Chapter Twenty-Four: Istanbul 9
Jafer's POVI walked a step behind Nadya through the hotel lobby, and I did not like where my mind had gone.It kept pulling me back to the weight of her in my arms. The way she had turned toward my chest in her sleep, without waking, like a small animal that trusted the warmth. I had carried her to the bathroom before I left because she would have woken up during the time I was out to buy her phone. And she would wake stiff, and sore. A warm bath would take the edge off. That was all it was. But I didn't understand why I had filled the tub before I lifted her.She walked slowly ahead of me, holding her spine a little too straight, and I adjusted my pace without being asked. I noticed it with some irritation because I didn't like that I actually slowed down for her.We stepped out into the sun, and I saw the couple waiting by a silver car. Ylva waved, and Nadya's whole face changed. Warmth spread across her face as naturally as light across a wall. It struck me how easily she did it
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I woke to the feel of a solid arm lifting me off the bed. My eyes stayed closed. I leaned toward the warmth without thinking, and for a few drowsy seconds I was perfectly content. Then I felt the room tilt and realized that I was moving. I opened my eyes slowly, groggy and confused. The first thing I saw was my bare breasts were pressed against his chest. A shriek tore out of me before I could stop it. I clapped both hands over myself and looked up at him, my heart slamming. He was looking down at me with perfect calm, as if carrying a naked woman through a hotel room at dawn was the most ordinary thing in the world. "You will be sore. Walking will not be easy for a while." He said it as though it were a full explanation for why he had not bothered to cover me. "You should have at least covered me," I said, my face on fire, "if you were trying to be nice by taking me to the bathroom." He did not answer. He pushed open the bathroom door with his shoulder, and I saw that the Jac
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This chapter contains detailed, graphic descriptions of sexual acts. Please read at your own discretion. If you are uncomfortable with explicit content, you may skip this chapter. Thank you for reading! ♥♥ ***** The kiss never broke. His mouth moved against mine with a deliberate hunger that stole the air from my lungs. Every time I tried to catch my breath, he only tilted his head and took more, his tongue sliding deep and tasting me like he had all the time in the world. The weight of him pressed me into the mattress, the heat of his body seeping through the thin fabric of my gown. When he finally tore his mouth away, it was only to drag his lips down the side of my jaw and to the sensitive skin of my neck. I tried to stifle the sound that left me, my chest heaving. I knew where this was heading. A part of me was nervous, another part curious. I had spent a while fearing his touch that I never imagined I would find myself reaching for him. A soft, open-mouthed kiss landed j
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We arrived back at the room, and the silence returned. It followed us through the door like a third guest. I went straight to the kitchen and filled a glass with water, needing something cool to hold, and I was drinking it when Jafer walked in behind me. He opened a cabinet, searched through it, and pulled out a packet of instant coffee and a mug, moving with a quiet authority. I set my glass down on the counter. "I think now is the right time to tell me why I just did that." I watched his back, waiting for his reply. He filled the kettle at the sink, set it to boil, and tore the sachet open over the mug, and not once did he turn around. "So you are just going to ignore me now?" "By now, you should know that I do not like being questioned." I frowned. “I’m supposed to do whatever you ask without knowing why?" He tipped his head back and let out a low, tired breath. Then he turned around, his expression sitting somewhere between a frown and a scowl. "Had I known that marrying y
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"Is that Mrs. Vasilyev?" I asked, and the couple glanced up. The moment our eyes met, I let out a small, delighted squeal. "It is really you! Hi, my name is Nadya, and I am a fan of your clothing collections. You are amazing. You are doing such a wonderful job with your new release." A warm smile spread over her face, and it reached all the way to her eyes. "Aww, thank you so much. But please, call me Ylva." Her voice was soft and kind, and I felt a pang of guilt that I had to fake all this. "Okay, Ylva," I grinned. "I am so sorry to interrupt. I could not help myself." "Not at all." She waved my apology away. "I love meeting people who like my work. Are you here on vacation?" "It is our honeymoon, actually." The word came out smoothly as I gestured toward Jafer who was now coming closer. “We arrived today." Her eyes lit up, pressing a hand to her chest. "Honeymoon? My husband and I are here for our honeymoon too! What a coincidence." "Really?" I laughed, and this time the laugh
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He did not push any further, and I was grateful for that. But I was starving. My anger was still louder than my hunger, so I held on to it, curled up on the couch with my eyes closed, trying to imagine anything that would stop my mind from drifting to the smell of that food. I heard him stand, and the soft clink of plates as he carried them to the kitchen. Then his steps came toward the couch. It was a single long one, curved like a wide C. He settled a short distance from my feet and opened his laptop. The quiet clicking of keys filled the room. I opened my eyes a little, watching him as the light from the screen fell across his face. He was typing with complete focus, shirtless again, and the sight did nothing for me. A body is only a body. A man with a personality that bad could not make it matter. My stomach growled. It was a loud, shameless growl, and my eyes widened. I clamped both hands over my stomach, as if I could strangle the sound. His fingers paused on the keys. Whe
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