MasukMark POVGod, I’d never felt such intense emotions as I did right now. It wasn’t even about sex or arousal, or any of those physical sensations racing through my body. It was the fact that this girl, this woman, loved me the same way I loved her. I’d fantasized about this moment plenty of times, but never in my life did I think it could be my reality. We were in my room now. After she told me those words, I all but lifted her off the ground and carried her here. No, with the door shut knife the woman I loved right in front of me, I knew I was never going to let her go. Not only did Zainab love me the way I loved her, but I could feel what was about to happen. I could sense her arousal for me, her need for me. It matched my own, and mine was pretty fucking intense. “Zainab,” I groaned. “Baby, I want to kiss you so damn badly.” I hadn’t meant to just blurt that out. She licked her lips and I held in my groan. “If you don’t, I will.” My heart hiccuped at
Zainab's POVI wanted to kiss him so badly. I wanted him to kiss me more than anything in the world in that moment. But I was confused—the situation, the emotions I felt, so profound I couldn’t breathe. I felt dizzy, scared. I was excited and aroused. I found myself breaking away from him and standing, unable to form words, unable to say anything in that moment. I couldn’t even breathe. “Mark—I....” I didn’t even know what to say. The revelation, truth he’d just given me, rocked my world. So instead of saying something wrong, awkward, or putting my foot in my mouth, I walked away from him. I made my way into the kitchen, finally able to suck in a breath, to try to gather my thoughts. He loves me. Mark in love with me. I heard his footsteps behind me as he followed me. I braced my hands on the counter, curling my fingers around the granite, the stone cold, hard... sturdy and keeping me upright in that moment. I closed my eyes and breathed out. I didn’t know how long I stood there
I loved her and still do...So I just said it, I laid my cards all out there. “Because I love you, Zainab. I’ve loved you for years.” The smile she gave me was soft, sweet. “I love you too, Mark.” I’d wanted—dreamed—of her saying those words to me, to say she was in love with me. But I knew the love she felt for me wasn’t the kind I had for her, that I fantasized about. And that was okay. Because I would take Zainab in my life anyway I could get her. “Will you forgive me? Can you ever forgive me?” She was silent for a long time, so long that I thought maybe she’d never answer, fearing that when she finally did say something, it would be the opposite of what I desperately needed to hear. “That’s all I’ve ever wanted to hear for six months, Mark. I should hate you, never speak to you again, but I can’t. I love you too much.” We stared into each other’s eyes, and I didn’t stop myself from reaching out and pulling her in close, burying my face in the cr
Zainab's POV Everyone has been in love... I know that, but have you ever loved as deeply as I loved? Have you ever been in love with the one person that hated you with a passion?He hated me. He had said it to me over and over again one cold night that I would never forget no street how hard I tried and yet... I loved him. I had feelings for Mark for so long it was a part of me now. I have loved him with everything that is within me, but because his father married my mother, I knew there was no chance of us ever being together. We couldn’t cross that line. I wouldn’t for fear of ruining our relationship. But then my mother betrayed his father, destroying our family and ripping Mark from me. Hurtful things were said, things that broke my heart. I never thought I’d see him again. It was an unmeasurable pain. And six months later, I found myself having to turn to him, the man I loved.... the man who hated me. He agreed to let me stay with him until
Ooh, Jameson was nasty! So fucking nasty. And i loved it!! How he acted and spoke to me, the way he spoke to Mark, it was absolutely fucking sexy!!!Fuck!!! If my husband spoke to me like that, I would be a horny mess and rape him if he refused to fuck me after winding me up like that. But this was Jameson. Fucking handsome, hot-as-fuck Jameson. And the fact that he said that... It meant he was going to fuck me senseless!!! I almost bounced up and down in glee as I did as he said and ripped my dress off over my head. I looked at Mark who was staring at me in dismay. He looked like I was hurting his eyes by having him see me strip in front of another man... Like he had cared all this times that I had basically thrown myself at him. “You should've just fucked me, you loser” I told him.I really did not care about hoe he felt at this point. I want wanted a hard dick ramming into me over and over again. I did not care whose, but I would definitely prefer it to be Jameson.Jameson lay
I looked like such a hot bad bitch. I knew it, my pussy knew it too. It remained to be seen if Mark would see and know it. I would be lucky if he even noticed the difference in my dressing. "Miranda, you look amazing! Have I forgotten something? It's not our anniversary, is it!?”Mark looked both happy and worried upon clocking my appearance when he walked in the door.At least he noticed... I laughed out loud. “No, silly!” I exclaimed, “Just want to make a good impression on our new neighbor!”Oh yes! Yes, I did!“You're right!” Mark said sniffing the air, “That meatloaf does smell good! Let me go freshen up! I won't be too long!”Mark headed in the direction of the bathroom to get ready for dinner and just then, the doorbell sounded. Jameson was here and it was exactly six thirty. Punctual too! I opened the door. “Good evening, Jameson! Come on in!”He eyes trailed the length of my body. “Wow... Um, I mean hello!” he said. I ushered him into the kitchen. “Miranda, you look phenome







