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"Come back here," he shouted.

She turned around and looked back at his face, then her eyes travelled down, and she visibly gasped, shaken by what she had touched, and stood in undecided hesitation.

She pinned him with the most ferocious stare she could muster.

A brief moment of silence followed.

"There's a ....." She could not hide her disgust.

He stepped closer, narrowing his eyes at her.

"A rat. Are you stupid? When did you see a man hiding a rat between his legs before?" he asked, trying to sound polite.

She shook her head. A drumbeat of fear thumped in her belly.

No, it was impossible for a human to hide a rat in between their legs.

but it could be true.

She nervously shifted her weight onto the other leg and clenched her hands.

"What am I to you,?" he asked, motioning his hand toward him.

She looked down. It took her half a minute to speak.

"My husband," she muttered.

"Then, where are you running to? When your husband is here," he said, bringing his hand to pinch the middle of his forehead.

"You are not a child, Tara. I swear I am going to spank your butt really hard"

Even though he wanted to punish her for always running away from him, he couldn't for the first time find it in him to do it, to spank her pretty ass.

She looked at him with wide eyes. She saw a scene reflecting infront of her then faded right away when she saw his scaring eyes.

She hurriedly turned around to open the door. but it was locked.

Oman clicked his tongue in disappointment. She would bore him to death. She never listen and obey him.

So immature.

He cursed under his breath and swiftly moved behind her. Before she could open the door, she was lifted off the ground.

Oman splayed his fingers on the swell of her hip, and to ease her into closer contact, Tara stretched her hand and tried pushing him back.

"Don't," he warned her.

He strolled almost indolently across the huge room to dump her on the sheets. Silk and lace frothed around her.

Oman came down on the bed, one knee between her slightly parted thighs, to claim her lush pink lips with a hunger that jolted her right down to her toes.

He claimed her reddened mouth was filled with hungry, marauding fervour.

The sweet violence of his had expressed he could kiss her whenever he wanted. His desire soared higher and higher.

He took hold of her waist, pulling her into his hard chest. His fingers pressed into the soft flesh of her waist, making her part her mouth in pain.

Taking advantage of that, he opened his mouth, kissed her, and slipped his tongue into her mouth. She gasped.

she wanted to close her legs and rub her thighs together. To make this strange feeling go away.

Her hands automatically circled around his neck. She found herself bound by his spell. Wet smooches were heard. so erotic to his ears and their tongues touched.

He couldn't hold himself back any longer. He tried to control himself but lost miserably.

Lightly his long fingers touched across the youthful curve of her breast. When he sensed she was lost in his kiss, he squeezed her breast.

She moaned into his mouth. He sealed her mouth with his.

His hand traced her curves. He groped her bottom and it was perfectly sized for his hand.

She painfully gasped as he squeezed her ass. She left his mouth and looked at his face.

The way he could be so arrogant one minute and understand

the next. And the way he looked at her was as if he saw something no one else saw. He made her feel beautiful.

The look of longing on Tara's face was telling him how much she wanted him.

"Don't make me crazy. Your eyes are telling me that you are ready. But, since you don't have any idea about how much I can hurt you. I will let this chance slip away," he said, rubbing his nose on her cheek sensually. She could hear her own breathing.

She had never felt so desperate or powerless.

She attacked his lips, sucking on his lower lip. She learned to suckle, acting like an obsessed kitten.

She liked his touch and wanted his touch. She wanted him to hold her close. She almost forgot that she was screaming a while ago.

Oman was shocked; his wife was learning. He smirked.

He took her hand and placed it on his tented midriff.

"Why don't you feel it again?" When she came back to her senses, she tried taking her hand away.

"Baby, trust me. There's no disgusting animal. It's just me, your Oman. Your husband" he said, looking into her eyes.

Reaching up to his trousers in a helplessly encouraging movement, she let her fingers spear his clothed centre.

She let her fingertips forge a provocative trail on hard member. Sensing its size

Her pulse started racing. She could feel electricity in the air.

"It's long," she huffed. After a pause, she continued. "Like a snake,"

He was as hard as a rock, and his cheek was pressing against her hand. His dick was struggling to be free. This was a precarious moment, and he didn't want to scare her off.

He chuckled.

"You decide first if it's a rat or a snake."

Her nimble fingers coaxed. He placed his hand around her hand and made her grasp it.

"Now tell me what it is." He held her closer, looking deeply into her eyes, holding them as he liked, in spite of her efforts to turn them away. But a mesmerism she could not resist.

"I... I don't know," she replied with a vivid blush. She closed her eyes, trying to calm her heart.

He kissed her forehead.

"Whatever it is. It's yours, too."

"Can I touch it again?"

"What... No. You need to go to sleep. You already made yourself tired," he said, pulling her into his embrace and lying back on the bed.

"Are you sure, you are telling me truth?" she asked, a little puzzled.

"Stop it. You are playing with me?" he grunted and pulled himself away from her and blew off the lamp. Now it was pitch black in the room.

He pretended to sleep, but he could swear that she was looking at him. Was she? He snuck a quick glance.

She was totally staring at him. Tara quickly averted her gaze once she realised he was looking.

After fifteen minutes, He decided to take another peek. But to his disappointment, this time he found her sleeping soundly.

He smiled before pulling her into his chest and kissing her forehead.

He looked at Tara's sleeping form.

He passed Bahman's room, noticing the thin shaft of amber light that spilled from under the closed door. All was silent in the house except for the dull snores coming from his room.

Bastard.

He made his way toward the kitchen. But then he heard the muffled weeping sounds of a woman. He slowly walked, trying to hear who it was.

Azadeh had almost stopped shaking now. She had to force herself to appear calm. She was crying and trembling. He always said, "Like a scared, unworthy rabbit." It would reignite his anger if he saw her in this state.

Yet she continued to be understanding despite what he did to her: hitting her, making her scream and cry out, and making her beg for mercy.

Was it really always her fault? Did she provoke him beyond reason, as he accused her of doing? She didn't tell Oman anything, even if she wanted to; she didn't have the courage to tell him.

Had she really deserved the beating? She wondered as she touched her bruised face. It would be hard to cover them.

For a few more minutes, she sat there, closing her eyes.

"Azadeh?"

The colour drained from her face. With a flash, her eyes opened and got wide.

He held her gaze. "He again did this," he said, pointing toward her face.

Every line around his eyes creased in anger.

Azadeh looked down on the floor. She started shaking while embracing herself with the help of her arms.

"That bastard is an animal. Tell me if you want me to beat him in return." Oman turned to leave.

Azadeh shook her head.

"No, brother, don't." He always blames me for... everything. "He will kill me this time."

"I can make him understand. Just tell me if you want it," she shook her head furiously, tears following through her eyes.

"He will harm me and... you."

"What do you mean?"

Two days went by, and these days seemed pretty dense. Oman had been extremely calm.He didn't yell at her when she was being clumsy and broke a expensive vase. He didn't even glare. In fact, he was really loving and caring toward her.

She could see strange things happening in the house. Azadeh was covered in bruises. When she asked about it. She ignored her question.

Now the robbing happened.

Tara came running into their room. She looked worried, still dressed in her caftan. Her hair was loosely braided.

When she pulled back the curtains surrounding the bed, she found Oman reclining, laying his arms on a heap of cushions, and reading a book. He looked up at her and offered his hand.

She took his outstretched hand, allowing herself to be pulled down to join him on the cushions.

She whispered into his ear. "A thief had stolen the horse. Azadeh told me it was magnificent and extremely rare black thoroughbreds, and their jewellery has also been robbed," she told him, whispering.

To her great surprise, he didn't seem at all bothered by this bad news.

"Hmm, it was their things. Why are you worried?" He said, pulling at his newly grown beard.

"Aren't you worried?" She looked at him confused.

"My little monkey, there's nothing to worry about. Now go and bring me tea." He pecked her lips.

She nodded.

While reaching for the door, she looked at his calm frame. Then she scratched her head with her finger, still confused by his behaviour.

Perhaps someone told him about it before she could. Tara lifted her head high, hazel eyes full of resolve.

Yes, this would be the reason.

She talked to herself in her mind.