LylaWhen I woke up, I could already tell it was morning. I barely remembered the drive home from last night, too exhausted from my time inside of the red room and being strapped up in that swing. All I did remember was Rashid carrying me up the stairs and tucking me in while making sure I was still alive.Of course, I jokingly wanted to tell him if I died in my sleep, I wouldn't care. Not after that kind of mind bending pleasure he had put me through. I could die happily knowing my last experience was Rashid cumming so hard he forgot to pull out of me. Curling up on my side, I pressed my thighs together at the memory of his cum dripping down my quivering legs. It'd been so hot. I never thought I'd be the kind of girl that had a breeding kink, but here I was.My eyes popped open. I really needed to be careful with doing that. When the hell was my last period anyway?Sitting up, I winced. Damn, I was so sore from being bent over like that. At the time,

Rashid"I'm glad to see you, Rashid!" A hand clapped me hard on the back. "I hear you're to be courting my daughter soon."I forced a placid smile on my face, very aware of my mother's eyes on me. I nodded, tilting my glass of champagne up to my lips, giving myself enough time to compose what it was I was about to say. "Yes, it seems so.""I'm glad to hear it!" The king let out a roarous laugh. "My daughter speaks very highly of you."I pressed my lips together briefly. "Does she?" My mother cut into our conversation immediately. "Well, who wouldn't, Rashid? You are such a charmer."I wanted to laugh at that. How ridiculous a quality to bring up in front of my soon-to-be father-in-law. As if that man actually cared about my charismatic charms or how well I could sweet-talk people. All the royal family of Abu Dhabi cared about was ensuring our alliance was intact. Nothing more.When I didn't say anything back to her, my mother brought the

Lyla"Tell me something."My eyes slowly opened, although my body felt like it had been run over by a truck and simultaneously on cloud nine. I could still feel the vibration patterns from the vibrator Rashid had used on me. The phantom touches of it still tingling deep inside me. I wanted to crush my thighs together at the memory. His hand rested on my head, gently stroking back my hair from my face. After we'd finally settled down, I'd crawled over to him and draped my entire body over him like a blanket. His flushed skin was warm under me, but not enough to make me feel sticky. I could hear his steady heartbeat thrumming in my ear."You never told me what you're studying in college."The out-of-the-blue comment made me raise my brow. He never seemed interested in my life back in the States. Other than the occasional comment from me about my day-to-day life or something related to what was going on around us. I'd seen plenty of his life, but I

LylaI paced around my room for what felt like hours. Rashid's haunted expression hammered inside of my head so loudly I wanted to throw up.What did I do?I've never seen him look at me that way. Like he didn't even recognize me.Bending over, I clutched my head in my hands. Fuck. My anger had gotten the better of me. I should've told him to leave me alone, so I could run back here and cool down. But, of course, my stupid mouth had to keep going, accusing him of things I didn't even care about. I didn't care if he spent money on me or took me to fancy restaurants. None of that mattered in the grand scheme of things. What mattered to me more was he wanted to do those things in the first place because he wanted me to spend time with me.It made me feel special. Important. Like I mattered to him and wasn't just a very expensive booty call.Across the way, my phone buzzed on the bed, lurching my heart. I slowly uncurled myself and walked ove

TW: Dark Sexual Content, Heavy Bondage, ChokingRashidClenching my hands at my sides, anger rose in me when Lyla and Javier jumped away from each other quickly. Lyla's shoulders were hunched, guilt coloring her face. "Answer me.""I… we were just…"Javier stepped forward. "We—"I put my hand up, cutting him off. I kept my eyes fixed on Lyla. "I don't want to hear anything from you."There was an awkward pause I didn't care to fix. My annoyance from earlier in the day had only grown steadily throughout my lunch with Hafsa. And now it was tenfold. For Lyla to run to Javier after our spat—confess to him, or whatever it was they were doing that caused her to be intimately close to him—I couldn't forgive.Enough was enough."Come here," I demanded.Neither of them moved, though Lyla's shoulders stiffened. I waited. I wasn't going to repeat myself.Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she moved away from Javier's side and walked over to me. As soon as she got close enough, I grabbe