LOGINBianca Mattos is a young archeology student, never left the Brazil, until traveling to Qatar, in the United Arab Emirates, where he will visit his sister, Brenda. The day after arriving in Qatar, Bianca is mistakenly kidnapped by a leftist government group, led by the king of a neighboring country, the Caliph Nahan Zayn Asi Tarif. King Nahan, known as the Executioner of Bahrain, is a man who knows emotions. Your ability to feel was lost with the death of your loved one wife and daughter, in a terrorist attack orchestrated by their enemy, the sovereign of Qatar. In retaliation, he will take a member of the Qatari royal family, but your plans don't go as planned. Nahan is now the kidnapper of this sweet girl, who will shake all structures of your kingdom and your heart. He will capture your love and your body. He wants her as his concubine, the source of his pleasure. And everything the Executioner of the desert wants, he has.
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Seketika langkah Adit terhenti di depan pintu kamar yang tertutup.
Malam ini Adit menginap di rumah Hardian. Ia dan Hardian adalah teman satu jurusan di Universitas yang sama. Beberapa bulan belakangan ini mereka menjadi teman karib karena merasa klop dan cocok satu sama lain.
Beberapa kali pula, Adit yang merupakan anak rantau di Jakarta, menginap di rumah Hardian.
Dari numpang makan, menghindari omelan ibu kos yang menagih tunggakan.
Tapi dari beberapa kali menginap, baru kali ini ia mendengar suara desau aneh yang membuat penasaran. Suara yang ia dengar terdengar manja tapi seperti butuh pertolongan. Susah menjelaskannya.
Akhirnya niat ingin buang air kecil di malam hari, berubah menjadi acara ‘mengintip’.
Suara menggoda itu kembali terdengar. Membuat jantung Adit semakin berdebar.
‘Papanya Hardi udah pulang dari luar kota kali ya?’ tanyanya di dalam hati.
Adit berdiri terpaku di depan pintu kamar itu, mencoba menenangkan dirinya. Suara aneh yang baru saja ia dengar membuatnya bimbang.
Tapi suara itu … suara itu seolah terus memanggilnya.
Ia pun mendekatkan telinganya ke pintu, mendengar dengan lebih saksama. Lagi-lagi suara desahan itu terdengar, kali ini sedikit berbeda, lebih intens.
Jantung Adit berdebar semakin cepat. Tangannya mulai bergerak menuju kenop pintu, meskipun otaknya berusaha menahan.
Tubuhnya seakan bergerak di luar kendali. Dengan ragu, ia memutar kenop pintu perlahan. Pintu itu ternyata tidak terkunci.
Perlahan, Adit membuka pintu sedikit demi sedikit, cukup untuk mengintip ke dalam kamar tanpa menarik perhatian.
Adit membelalakkan matanya. Sarah, yang ia tahu adalah mamanya Hardi itu tengah berada di sana, tetapi bukan dalam situasi yang ia bayangkan sebelumnya.
Sebelumnya, ia pikir mama dan papanya Hardian sedang bermain panas. Namun, dugaan Adit salah.
Di hadapannya, Sarah membiarkan malam menyelimutinya, jari-jarinya menari dalam sunyi, seakan mencari sesuatu yang tak bernama namun begitu akrab.
Adit menelan ludah. Pandangannya tetap terfokus pada tubuh Sarah yang bergerak pelan di atas kasur, bermain bersama 'mainannya'.
Wanita cantik berusia tiga puluh tujuh tahun itu, mengikuti ritme yang ia ciptakan sendiri.
Adit seharusnya menutup pintu dan pergi, tapi kakinya terpaku. Ada sesuatu dalam dirinya yang menahannya untuk berpaling.
Ia mulai merasa tubuhnya memanas, seiring dengan setiap detik yang ia habiskan menyaksikan pemandangan yang tak seharusnya dilihat.
Sekilas senyum muncul di wajahnya. ‘Ini gila!’ tegasnya pada diri sendiri. ‘Cepat pergi, tolol!’
Jantung Adit semakin berdetak lebih cepat tatkala Sarah semakin tenggelam dalam permainannya sendiri. Sepasang kaki Adit gemetar dan mulutnya ternganga. Ia benar-benar terhipnotis pada apa yang ia lihat saat ini.
Namun, tiba-tiba, Sarah berhenti.
“Eh …”
Adit menahan napas, takut jika pergerakannya atau deru nafasnya yang tak terkendali telah menarik perhatian Sarah. Ia takut Sarah menoleh!
Tapi bukan itu. Sarah, masih dalam posisinya.
Adit kembali menghembuskan nafas pelan. Lega keberadaannya tidak diketahui.
Namun Sarah tiba-tiba merasa seolah ada yang memperhatikannya. Seperti ada sesuatu yang tak beres. Ia menoleh ke arah pintu, matanya menyapu ruangan dengan cepat.
Adit panik.
Ia segera menarik kembali tubuhnya dari celah pintu, menutupnya dengan cepat, namun cukup pelan agar tidak menimbulkan suara mencolok.
Jantungnya berdegup kencang, keringat dingin mulai membasahi dahinya. 'Sial ... Mamanya Hardian ngeliat aku nggak ya?!’ serunya bertanya pada diri sendiri.
Ia menunggu beberapa detik dalam keheningan, mendengarkan apakah ada suara dari dalam kamar. Namun, tak ada. Kamar itu kembali hening.
Adit menghela napas lega, meski tubuhnya masih gemetar akibat apa yang baru saja ia lakukan. Ia menyandarkan tubuhnya ke dinding, mencoba menenangkan debaran jantungnya.
Kepalanya dipenuhi oleh rasa bersalah dan campuran emosi yang membingungkan. Di satu sisi, ia merasa perbuatannya tadi salah, sangat salah.
Namun di sisi lain, ada perasaan yang tak ia pahami yang membuatnya tersenyum tipis, mengingat kembali apa yang baru saja dilihatnya tadi.
Adit masih menyandarkan tubuhnya ke dinding, mencoba menenangkan degup jantung yang tak kunjung mereda. Otaknya berkecamuk antara perasaan bersalah dan kenikmatan terlarang dari apa yang baru saja dilihat oleh kedua matanya.
"Adit! Ngapain di sini malam-malam?"
CHAPTER 5 BIANCAWHAT IS LOVE (JOHNY ALF)Just looks, then smile, then likeYou looked at me, then you smiled, you made me like itI wanted to control my heartBut the emotion was so greatFrom your mouth I heard, I want you.I wanted to respond, I wanted to hug youEverything failedBut you held me and kissed me.Now I can argueIf you ask what love isJust look, then smile, then likeSometimes the dream is much more interesting than our reality. I know I have to wake up, but I still keep my eyes closed, holding myself in the sensations of a delicious dream. In that dream, I stare at Nahan, frightened and frail, facing me, completely naked.And when I look at his hands, they are fastened by thick fetters, which hurt his skin. I wipe away his tears and caress his hands. I take a key from the dress’ neckline, and with it I open his shackles, his handcuffs.He is free and I also feel free.Nestled in his arms, I feel him grabbing me with his strong hands by my waist, bringing me to his
CHAPTER 4BIANCANahan has just left my room, I look in the mirror, still lost in the sensations that I experienced for the first time. I've touched my body a few times, too few to be honest, but it's never been this way, as intense as now. I seek answers and I can’t understand myself: Nahan kidnapped me, plucked me from the bosom of my family, because of his personal revenge, the feelings I should feel for him should be of hatred, anger, repulsion; not this desire, this visceral urge to have him, to be his.I have always been a pruned girl, sexually and emotionally, my family's rigid religious beliefs have always made me believe that the pursuit of pleasure was ugly, vulgar, dirty.But when I am in Nahan’s arms I feel so beautiful, desired, complete. I blame myself and I'm ashamed, of what I feel for him, with him, it's wrong, it can only be wrong ...I finish getting dressed and when I'm about to leave the room, I hear knocks on the door. I open the door slowly, worried about being
CHAPTER 3NAHANI walk impatiently, walking half lost, inside my own palace without knowing for sure what to do or how to act.What the hell is happening to me anyway?Wandering around the house, unnoticed, I'm already in the kitchen, like a boy, looking for Thurayya's support.Thura is my aunt, she was my nanny and breast mother, besides being my cook, housekeeper, and shoulder to cry on at the times I needed and when I didn’t.I go into the kitchen and the three cooks line up, as I walk through the door. Sometimes these protocols hit me. I raise my chest, trying to demonstrate to myself some authority, even though I am so lost, I cross my hands behind my back and do it with a nod.Jasmine anticipates and returns the greeting, bowing unnecessarily.- Good morning, Your Majesty.- Good morning, Jasmine, Fatimah, Nair. Where is Thurayya?Fatimah steps forward and stutters trying to explain, why do most of the time, people stutter when talking to me? Do I seem so rigid? I'd rather not t
CHAPTER 2"You do not do any good In liking, someone Nor me, nor me, nor meWho invented love was not IIt was not me, it was not me. It was not me or anyone. "Dorival Caymmi, Nor meBIANCAI move my body slowly in soft sheets and my skin shivers as it grazes on the satin, which caresses my body. I open my eyes slowly, fantasizing that last night was just a crazy nightmare and when I take courage, I lean on my elbows, I look at the sofa and I see that everything I have lived was the purest reality.I was kidnapped by a king of a country that I never even knew existed, he is without a doubt the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my life and all this would be rather bizarre if that guy was not now watching me with the calmest face on earth, after telling me loud and clear that my days are numbered.He looks at me in disbelief and I realize that he has already bathed and changed.His hair is still damp, which gives me a strange urge to see if it is as soft as I imagine, and y












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