EpilogueZain“Zain, I…” she moaned, her legs quivering with pleasure when I licked her soaking pussy. “Shh, be quiet, Nasrin,” I whispered, holding her thighs and standing up.She looked at me over her shoulder, “It’s your fault if we get caught.” I smiled and shook my head at my wife who was bent over the desk of my study, the expensive dress pulled over her waist. I lowered the zipper of my pants and said, “You are the one who told me you needed me inside you while we were greeting our guests. I just obliged the request of my beautiful sultana.” Her cheeks flamed hearing me and she pushed her hips back. “Yes, I need you inside me, Zain. Please, hurry.” “Try to be quiet,” I said, wrapping my hand around her hair and sliding inside her warm heat in one slow thrust. We both groaned at the pleasure of our union, her tight walls clenching my length tightly when I slowly fucked her. I pulled at her hair, kissing her lips when I slammed inside her, swallowing her moans as people mingl

Explicit Bonus SceneNasrinZain shouldn’t look ridiculously hot in a crisp shirt and pants. But he did. Licking my lips, I eyed my husband across the desk in his study as he talked to some chief from the council about the import and export of the exotic fruit. I was too busy stripping him out of his clothes and demand him to fu—“Stop staring at me like that, Nasrin.” His delicious, deep voice stirred me out of my dirty imagination. I looked at his stern, tired face and pouted, leaning back on the chair. My palm sliding down to caress the little bump on my stomach. I was three months pregnant and knowing the due date, we might have conceived on the same desk he was working on. “I will keep staring at you however I want, Zain,” I said, standing up and walking towards him. “You are my husband and my Sultan, I can look at you however I want.”He raised his eyebrows when I settled myself in his lap, sighing on his shirt and feeling much better in his strong embrace. “Feeling needy, a

2ValeriaI couldn’t stop thinking about a certain Prince who smelled of whiskey and rich pine while I had dinner with my date. Brandon was the CFO of my company, and he had asked me on a date to the art show two weeks ago. I had agreed because it had been a long time since I felt intimacy of any kind. I wanted to try something, anything at all instead of moping around my house even on weekends.“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” Brandon asked as I sat on his couch, making sure I didn’t bump with anything as I laid my cane beside me. “Yes, I am sure,” I replied. I didn’t drink. The last time I drank beer I was sixteen. Almost a decade. Ever since that incident, I hated alcohol. It made me nauseous. I could hear Brandon shuffling around his kitchen. My thoughts drifting to Khalid Al Latif. There was something familiar about him, especially how deep his voice was. Husky and masculine, it had made me very aware of how fast my heart beat pulsed when he had leaned closer. I

4ValeriaDrink this. I’ll take care of you.Sh, it’s okay, Valeria. Fuck, you’re so hot. It’s okay, a few more—I woke up with a gasp. Memories of that night playing in my head. The scent of cheap beers, the stench of smoke, the thick air. Sweat sheeted my body as I sighed, running my hands through my pajamas, feeling the satin bedsheets underneath me. I clutched the pillow and bit my lip when I made sure I had my underwear on. Thank God. “You are safe, Valeria,” I muttered to myself. “It has been a decade. You are safe. I am safe. I am okay.” I laid back on the bed, asking Siri for the time. It was half past midnight. That meant I would meet Khalid in a few hours. Cuddling my pillow, I played his latest interview, falling asleep to his deep voice whispering in my ear, soothing me. ***I was a little nervous after sending the text to Brandon. Rejecting his idea to meet up for another date. I reminded myself that I had to do it. I wasn’t attracted to him and after the time at hi

6KhalidI noticed the bus stop close to the gallery and held her close as I led her towards it. I felt a little guilty for stopping her from enjoying in the rain, but the carefree look on her face still remained. My eyes averted to the couple of drunk men leering at women as they passed by. My hold tightened on Valeria’s hand, the sound of rain falling on the ground and her cane tapping surrounding us. “Look at that wet little thing,” one of the men whistled, walking towards us. They blocked our path. Two of his friends surrounding us, reeking of cheap beer.Valeria pressed closer to me, my hand tightening as I felt how tense her body had become. She was afraid. Her icy fingers squeezed mine as she whispered, “Let’s go, Khalid.”“You heard the lady.” I eyed the three men. “Let us pass.”But they were too drunk to process what I said as one of them lifted his hand towards Valeria. I grabbed his wrist and glared down at him. Drawing a slow, steady breath, I said in a controlled tone,