The Sheikh's submissive: Forever Yours

The Sheikh's Submissive Prologue A Week before: São Paulo, Brazil.Morgana paraded down the catwalk, her slender body undulating gently with the sway of her hips. She wore a long dress in lurex fabric with sequin details The slit in the legs exposed her long, shapely thighs and the tight-fitting garment marked her slender waist and perfectly outlined her backside. At the front, a deep neckline shows off the valley of her breasts.The model has a penetrating gaze and her curly hair is part of her outfit. Her small, firm breasts sway gently as she walks. She feels the nipples rub against the fabric, giving her a slightly pleasurable sensation."Divine! She's simply divine!", Régis, the world-renowned stylist, spoke while clapping for himself and for the beauty who was parading with his latest work.Men, even accompanied men, cannot remain indifferent to the beauty of this stunning redhead.Morgana smiled, knowing the effect she had on most of them. Accustomed to being seductive, she

Chapter TwoZayn takes a warm shower. The water removes the foam from his body, tanned by the Eastern sun. The sheik has a physique that makes women sigh and his member is very large, something he can boast about, just the way the greedy ones like it.If he hadn't been waiting for that good-for-nothing to bring the young redhead, he would have been at the club burying himself between the legs of a beautiful lady or several.But the desire to protect the girl spoke louder. He could have left his security guard waiting for them and gone to satisfy himself, but something inside him told him he had to wait.Having finished his shower, he put on a robe and went to his bedroom, putting on some fresh clothes and walking barefoot through the apartment to the kitchen, where he had a glass of iced tea. Zayn even considered having a hot cup of coffee, but he needed to cool his body down, as he didn't want the young woman to be frightened by his boiling anger at the damn drug dealer.In the living

Chapter FourNana filled a basin with warm water and a clean cloth, sitting beside the bed and carefully removing the young woman's shoes so as not to startle her. Zayn watched attentively, taking note of the delicate, very injured feet.Nana moistened the cloth and began gently wiping the damp fabric across the young woman's body, paying attention to her face, arms, legs, and feet. With the removal of all the dirt from days of walking through the desert and sleeping, only Allah knows where the true beauty of the fiery-haired woman became visible."Now I'm truly lost," Zayn thought. Even with his back turned as he cleaned the young woman, Nana felt the intensity of her dear Zayn's gaze and laughed, causing him to furrow his brow."What's the matter, Nana?" Zayn inquired."You look at her as if she were a pot of succulent honey.""Honey? Yes, honey... Sweet, succulent, addictive," he clears his throat, interrupting his thoughts. "Looking at her is like looking at sunshine.""From that p

Chapter six Barefoot, Morgana surveyed the room and made her way to the closet. She was searching for something she could conceal within the robe to protect herself. Recalling an old piece of advice from her father: "Looks can be deceiving." This Arab might seem good, but it's better not to try anything or he'll regret it, she thought while picking up a tie pin, hiding it within the robe's pocket. Morgana didn't find anything else she could use to defend herself, or the unfamiliar man might immediately sense her intentions. Summoning her courage, she released a long sigh and slowly left the room. As she opened the door, she carefully walked through the room. Morgana found no one. The space was vast, and she had no idea where the Arab might be. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down. Morgana looked around. In the hall, observing the entrance door. Her eyes sparkled. She quickly sneaked toward the door. With increasing adrenaline, her heart began to beat faster, her hands becomin

Chapter eight Zayn went to a nearby store, conversed with the saleswoman, and requested women's clothing that wasn't too flashy but also didn't cover the body too much. The woman showed him a pair of leggings and a slightly sheer, black, loose-fitting, long floral shirt. With a discreet smile, Zayn approved of the saleswoman's choice. Having checked Morgana's shoe size, he easily selected comfortable footwear for her, considering her injuries. Satisfied with his purchases, he returned to the hotel and handed the bags to the young woman, who somewhat awkwardly thanked him and went to change. When Morgana returned to the living room, Zayn looked at her from bottom to top, speechless. His eyes clouded with the sensations she evoked within him. "I didn't think you could become even more beautiful than you already are," he commented, admiring her. Slightly embarrassed, Morgana thanked him for the compliment. She had never felt shy around a man; she was usually very uninhibited. "Com