Men Of The Harem Novels & Stories

Chapter 5. Homewreckers The dinner went well—or so I supposed. I was finally able to get to know the other staff working in the house. Aside from Nhea and Ansel, there was Lila, one of the maids, Ester who served as the head cook, Justin, Susan, and Karla. Most of them looked like they were in their early twenties, except for Ansel and Ester who were probably in their early thirties and forties respectively.

Mary chimed in, “You okay?” I shook my head. It was just the three of us, the others had started a game of volleyball. “I fucked up,” I said flatly. “Now my father knows where we are.” “Oh, shit,” Mary stood and came over to Leah and me. “Yeah,” I said, “oh, shit is right.” Leah’s face fell. “Are you going to leave?” Her voice trembled.

I managed to say. "Our men? OUR MEN?!" he laughed, "My men! When I said I hand-picked every single one of these three-hundred and thirty men, I meant I picked the men who were loyal to me not you. The rest of the Moretti men were loyal to you, there were of no use to me, so I left them behind in Sicily." I glared at him, "You—"

"Because you will become the target of jealousy. The concubines will torn you apart if they did not like you There shouldn't be jealousy in the Harem, but well... A woman's heart can't help but feel jealousy." The Harem was nothing as I imagined. I always imagined that there were hundreds of beautiful women waiting to accompany the King or Prince in bed, and they wore revealing clothes and learned to dance. It wasn't like that. A harem was a "lady's castle." Only women live here. Men are forbidden. And the purpose of the Harem was to produce the members of the royal family. There were not hundreds of concubines, as people say. The King only had 39 concubines, while the Prince had 11, includi

Not wanting to drag Florence Robinson into my life that was already tangled with Richard Henshaw, the mafia boss's son, I decided against calling her. After I kept the new bag of clothes that Rosa had given to me, I stood in the room, peering around. The faint sound of music filled the air. The distant discussion of people talking echoed outside on the harem's grounds. As I was still dressed in the purple short dress and my black shoes from attending Richard's 24th birthday bash at the clubhouse, When I breathed out, I moved over to the window and peered out of the room on this third floor. The harem was a five-story building. As I stood by the window, I peered out at the city view, admiring

All hell will let loose if he ever finds out I am a Romano, my identity must not be discovered and I must make sure of it. The guard turned back immediately I stepped into the Harem. The harem was a separate building standing on its own, I stepped into the huge room that was decorated with golden ribbons, the smell of rose lingered in the air. The women immediately got up from their respective beds as they sighted me. They surrounded me, eyeing me curiously. "What is wrong?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow up. Lateefa was trying to stiffle her giggles, but it came out sounding like a sick horse.

Desire found herself standing in the middle of her Master's room as if she was a dancer on display. The scene reminded her of how ladies from the Harem were made to perform in front of senior ranked citizens. The only difference was the clothes she was putting on, the prostitutes were said to be made to dance naked. The Harem is a place where prostitute stays and the only place where prostitution is legal. She looked around the room and realized there were mirrors everywhere, at almost every corner of the room. Something was glaring back at her. It was her reflection.

I heard a lot of loud and muffled murmurings, which made me know there were a lot of people in the room, mostly female. I hated my poor vision. Everything looked blurry and I had to struggle to keep my eyes open to see anything. When my eyes finally adjusted to the brightness, I saw a very beautiful girl who was peering down at me with curious blue eyes. There was something about her face that seemed ethereal. “She must be the newest addition to the harem,” she said right in my face. Harem? As in a harem where several women were kept for men’s pleasure? I couldn’t think of anything more degrading than that. I knew Alpha Damon’s kindness would come with a prize, but not this prize.

The sentence dropped between us like a heavy stone onto the table, and only then did I realize how long he must have held it in, when he continued: “You’ve caught my attention,” he added bluntly. “I won’t complicate it. Your behavior, the fact you endured what you shouldn’t have had to endure, and the way you signaled once you finally learned — it interested me.” His gaze didn’t wander; his face was not tense; only his voice remained even. “The order of the harem is known: no coercion, but rules, a physician, a schedule. Whoever enters is mine — that is how it works — and in return they receive everything I just listed.”

Synn slurred, she still seemed excited about the punishment. "Shemika, I bet you'll love this. It's harem! I've never tried it before and I've always wanted to. Imagine being fucked by these guys. They're hot, handsome, crazy, and have the darkest sexual fantasies." Synn exclaimed. My mouth dropped open, "How does this even sound fun to you?" I managed to ask.