Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22608 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 90(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
"Good."
I can't even make myself angry.
"That's exactly how you should feel when thinking of him."
I know now that Zafir has every right to despise me—-
"And then I want you to promise me you'll remember those feelings the next time you encounter your ex."
But when I look into his eyes, I realize I have it all wrong, and once again, it's just his jealousy speaking all along.
Oh, Zahir.
I want to explain how he has no reason to be jealous at all.
But the words remain stuck in my throat because he suddenly turns away and starts clearing the table.
"Dessert."
He's dumping the plates in the undercarriage of the trolley when he says this...and I don't get it?
"Are you asking what I want for dessert?"
He tears a pack of wipes open and cleans his hands, and the silence is nerve-wracking.
Is he still mad?
Or have I disgusted him so much that he can't even look at me?
What do I do now?
Zahir throws the wipes away before turning to face me.
"You misunderstand."
I don't think I did.
Because the look on his face as he walks towards me is scary as heck.
I'm dead.
His hands clamp on each side of my waist, and I feel like I'm about to faint.
So, so dead.
"I wasn't asking if you wanted dessert."
And then he's scooping me off my chair—-
"I'm asking if you're ready to be mine."
And the next thing I know, I find myself laid down on the table he's cleared—-
Like I'm his dessert.
My heart threatens to leap out of my chest as he reaches for the waistband of my pants.
I want to stop him.
I know I should.
But I find myself actually lifting my hips as he pulls them off.
This is insane.
He takes hold of my legs and pushes them wide open.
So, so insane.
I raise myself on my elbows, and my breath catches as I watch him get rid of my panties.
He meets my gaze once I'm completely exposed, and aaaah.
I'm unable to stop staring even as he draws a line against my throbbing folds.
He continues to stare at me as he licks the wetness off his finger.
"I think you're more than ready, habibti."
It's the only warning I have before he begins feasting.
On me.
I fall back against the table with a whimper.
And find myself staring up at the ceiling as he pleasures me with his mouth.
His lips.
His tongue.
And oh, how he uses them to perfection.
Everything's just so unbearably good.
Every lick.
Every stroke.
Every bite.
It's just too, too much once again, and as my body arches in an explosion of pleasure, I can no longer deny the truth.
Jamieson is in the past.
Zahir is my present.
And our future is—-aaaaaaaah.
The way he thrusts his finger back inside of me triggers another round of orgasm, and all I can do is moan and jerk helplessly against his mouth as he hungrily laps every drop of my come like it's sweeter than honey.
My legs collapse and unfold in the aftermath, and I'm still trying but drastically failing to catch my breath by the time he finally resurfaces.
Golden eyes gleam down at me...and I feel myself blushing from head to toe as he deliberately lets me watch him wipe off a drop of cum from the corner of his mouth before licking it off his thumb.
It's the hottest thing I've ever seen in my life—-
And it terrifies me to death—-
Because of how it makes me want to be as crazy as Mom.
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Chapter Ten
MY HEART HASN'T STOPPED thudding against my chest since I left Zahir's room. I also have a hard time breathing, and my knees seem like they're only a second away from turning into jelly.
I know I'm not doing anything wrong.
So why does it feel like every step that takes me further away from him is like a stab to his heart?
It's not like I lied to him or anything.
He knows where I'm going.
And who I'm meeting.
So why then?
Why has pain pierced my heart the moment I enter the hotel library, and why do I feel like I've committed high treason as soon as I come to a stop in front of Jamieson?
"That's new, isn't it?"
"The d-dress?"
"He bought that for you?"
I nod.
"Things sure change fast," he says bitterly. "You never used to let me buy anything for you."
My fingers dig deep into my palms. I wish I could tell him the reason for that was because the clothes he wanted to buy were clothes I could never see myself wearing. But if I do...won't it just make things worse?