RashidLoving how she practically begged me for release, I plunged my fingers into her pussy at the words.Her hips quaked; her body already on the brink of orgasm as her tight walls clenched around my fingers. I thrust them in and out of her steadily. I didn't bother edging her, knowing even if she came right now, I'd get another one out of her soon enough.Lyla breathed hard and fast while her hands roamed for a place to grab. I didn't let up at all, forcing her to figure it out as her body shuddered. I pressed my lips to her ear again."You want to come around my fingers, don't you, Lyla?"Her only response to me was a strangled moan. Her hips jerked against my fingers, her body trying to ride and fuck herself on them. I'll keep that as a mental note for another time since we'd definitely be exploring her riding my fingers until she shakes around them. One day, very soon.Curving my hand back, I press my thumb against her clit while scissoring
LylaBreakfast the next morning was awkward as all hell.I could tell from the side-glances Rashid's entire family gave me they weren't quite sure why I'd been brought down to begin with, and honestly, at this point, I wasn't sure either.When I'd woken up this morning, Rashid and I were tangled up in each other's limbs like we'd just awakened in some kind of cutesy sitcom. My face heated up immediately while I stared at his beautiful face, watching him sleep peacefully while his body was tucked tight against mine.He'd woken up not too long after that and had quietly invited me downstairs to join him for breakfast with a sleepy smile. How could I say no to such a sweet request? Especially after him taking care of me last night after what we'd done.What I never expected was for his entire family to be present.I quietly sat in my chair at one end of the table, directly next to Rashid, who sat at the head. On the other side of the table sat his father w
Lyla"Wow," is all Melanie said after I finished talking. "That's just… wow."Wrapping my arms tighter around myself, I flushed. I know she wasn't trying to sound judgmental, but she kind of did. I tried to laugh off what happened last night a few times as I was telling it, but the more involved I got with the story, the more I could see the horror dawning on her face. This surprised me because I had heard of some of the freaky shit she got into in the past and never once did I act the way she was now.I wasn't going to let it bother me, though. What Rashid and I had done last night at the club, and then back in his room when he'd dragged me home, had been hot as all hell. Did that make me a slut? Shit, I no longer cared. I'd be his slut if he wanted me to be.Especially after last night."So… you guys still haven't had sex yet?"I blew out a breath. "No. We're definitely working up to it, though. I mean… last night was amazing. I can only imagine what the sex is going to be like."La
LylaWhen I get out onto the floor, I see I'm already too late to beat the girls upstairs to the punch.Rashid sat in the same spot he'd taken up yesterday, but instead of being left alone, he was surrounded by a few other dancers already trying to give him a lap dance. I ground my teeth together in annoyance. Obviously, it wasn't exactly my place to be pissed at them. They were only doing a job, after all, and Rashid had enough money to blow to make him infamous among the girls here. But that green-eyed monster I recognized as my jealous side really fucking hated it.Looking around, I spotted the stairs to get up onto the stage. He'd told me he wanted to see me up there, so why not give him the show he'd asked for? Climbing up the steps carefully, an old enemy started to take over: stage fright.I'd never been good at putting myself out there, especially in front of large groups of people. I wasn't exactly a shy person, but I was definitely not as ou
LylaAs we stumbled into the palace, my heart jumped right out of my chest when we found Rashid's father waiting for us in the foyer, a stern look on his face. Rashid quickly grabbed me by my arm and hauled me back behind him, shielding me—or his father, I couldn't exactly tell—from my incredibly revealing outfit. An awkward silence reigned over the foyer, loud enough the only thing I could hear was all of our collective breathing. Oh fuck, we were so screwed.Rashid's father murmured something in Arabic, causing Rashid to tighten his grip on my arm and stiffen. They exchanged a few words back and forth, a tight tension to their tones I didn't miss at all, even though I had no idea what they were saying. I breathed out slowly when Rashid's father retreated and headed down the opposite side of the palace than where our rooms were.I frowned. "Is he… mad?"Rashid sighed and didn't answer me. He tugged me to follow him, leading me up the stai
RashidOur meeting with the embassy didn't finish until well after sunrise. As soon as my father and I stepped out of the situation room and the sun shone through the large windows overhead, I realized the time.Shit. Lyla.I hoped she'd fallen asleep and hadn't attempted to wait for me all night like she promised she would. I'd have to make it up to her somehow. Maybe take her shopping for some new things to wear, seeing as we've left at least two outfits behind at the club.Trying to hide my smile at the thought, I bid my father a good morning before heading to the other side of the palace. There was hardly milling about at this hour besides the cooks finishing up our breakfast spread. More than likely, my sisters and mother had already eaten and gone off to go about their days.Both of the girls had been getting food brought to them since the awkward breakfast I'd forced Lyla to attend with my family. Clearly, none of them wanted to get to know eith
LylaI tried not to be disappointed when I headed up the stairs to my room, leaving Rashid behind to do whatever his mother called about while we were… in the middle of trying to have sex.My face flushed so hard.In the middle of a damn dressing room. Who was I?Desperate, that's what. Horny and pent up from being teased into sexual oblivion. How did normal people do this? What was it called? Edging?It felt like actual torture.Shutting my door behind myself, I held up my bag of new clothes. The Prada logo stamped proudly on the side of it. I can't believe I owned something from a fashion designer. I'd never had anything this nice in my life. Sure, I frequented thrift shops and often found semi-designer clothes and handbags I bought for fun while I was still a teenager. But nothing like this. Nothing this extravagant and high-end.Dropping the bag on my bed, I tried to brush my fingers through my tangled hair. In the end, Rashid
Rashid"I'll be seeing you soon, your highness."I turned to look back at the towncar. Hafsa's window was rolled partially down, her sunglasses obscured her eyes from me, but I knew she had fixed me with an intense look judging by the way her shoulders were squared back from her. I held in a sigh and simply nodded in return. There was no use getting into an argument with her over her schedule of visiting me frequently now she'd made her intentions clear to me. I supposed if I actually had a backbone and stood up to my mother, none of this would be happening.Yet here I was, trying to fend off an Abu Dhabi princess while also trying to bed an American girl. Honestly, what had Zayed gotten me into.My body stirred at the thought of Lyla waiting for me up in her room. I wondered what she'd be wearing when I got up there. One of her new dresses I bought her? Or maybe she'd wandered back into my closet and found a few of the pieces of lingerie I'd pi