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She could think of a thousand reasons why this was wrong, why they shouldn’t do this, but God...that commanding, desire-roughened voice...and those words...

The sheikh yanked his tie off just as she reached for the triangle between her legs.

He threw his tie away, and her fingers began to move.

His eyes burned, and she started panting.

Oh, Servant of God...

Her pussy was wetter than it had ever been, and her folds were quivering so hard it was as if they were about to fall apart in ecstasy any moment.

“Have you ever fingered yourself,anisdi?”

That he would call her ‘milady’ while talking about such a thing made her choke and whimper at the same time, but they both knew the words only turned her on.

The sheikh leaned forward.“Have you?”

Kyria gave him a jerky shake of her head.

“Too bad.”

She moaned at his words, but he only smiled at her ruthlessly.

“Next time,” he rasped, “I might ask you to do it in front of me. But for now—-” The sheikh stood up, and she tensed. “I think I prefer to do it for you.” He slowly pushed her legs to open wider, and her stomach twisted in anticipation. Wider and wider her legs opened until she was completely exposed, and the fact that he was still fully dressed while she was completely naked waist down only caused more wetness to flood her pussy.

He had her completely in his hands, and the fact made her feel so deliciously vulnerable.

“Keep these legs up,” the sheikh gritted out. “Do you understand?”

At her nod, Malik slowly and steadily pushed one finger inside of her, and Kyria found herself clutching the sheets. Deeper and deeper, his finger moved inside of her, and her grip on the sheets tightened.

“Look at me,” he rasped.

Her desire-clouded eyes sought his, and the sheikh started shoving his finger in and out of her. With every thrust, his finger moved harder, and her inner muscles started to tighten around him. Her heart was racing, she was starting to lose her breath, but she just didn’t care. She was losing herself in the heat of his touch, her hips now moving on its own volition, thrusting up to meet every deep plunge of his finger—-

Malik ground his thumb down on her clit just as his finger plunged knuckle-deep inside of her.

“Aaaaaaah!”

Her body arched as her orgasm came out of nowhere, fingers digging deep into the mattress, and as her helpless gaze sought his, Kyria dazedly realized that every moment in her life sincethat morning—-

Every precious, painful moment...was leading to this.

“I love you.” She just had to say the words. “I love you.” Her sweet, dark, innocent eyes sought his. “I love you, Malik.”

Her words set him on fire, and any hope of leaving her untouched burned into ashes.

“Kyria...”

She gasped and writhed at the way he said her name, his every intention for her laid out in those two syllables.

He was going to make her his tonight.

He was going to take her virginity as his.

He was going to fuck her until her body was limp and her mind was close to breaking—-

And then he would do it all over again.