9ZaraHis pupils dilated hearing my words and rolled me on my back. I bit my lip when he spread my legs, his large hands sliding over my legs. Leaning down, he kissed me sweetly, teasing me until I was grinding on his bulge. He lowered his kisses on my neck, cupping and fondling my breasts while I writhed underneath him. “Hayden,” I whined, threading my fingers through his soft, thick hair.He hummed, kissing down my stomach, holding me down on the bed as my legs spread on its own to accommodate him. The sight of such a handsome man kissing my body made me moan, the mirror showing off the beautiful sight of his back muscles and deltoids moving when his lips lowered to my abdomen.I wanted him so badly that it was hurting. As if reading my mind yet again, he pulled back to remove his pants and boxers, leaving him naked. I licked my lips at the sight of him, wondering how he would ever fit inside me. But it seemed like Hayden had other things in his mind when he grabbed the lace of m
10ZaraI squirmed, feeling the wetness seep out of me at his dirty words. This man has a way with his mouth. Literally. “I was just…” I started, paused at how weird it would sound, and looked away from his blue eyes. “It’s embarrassing, Hayden.”“Princess, if it was embarrassing, you wouldn’t be so turned on right now,” he purred, knowing exactly how turned on I was when his hand stroked me, soothing my scorching sex. “You can tell me. Come on. I want to know what you were thinking.”I knew that if I used the safe word, he wouldn’t prod, but somehow, I didn’t want to use it. Swallowing the lump in my throat, I nodded. “Seeing you… and the other soldiers in that uniform made me wonder—” my legs clenched at my thoughts, heat creeping up my body. “Wonder how it would feel surrounded by all of you. Naked.”I squeezed my eyes shut, wanting to hide my face in a blanket when Hayden’s body move against me, his hard muscles felt delicious against my soft skin. “Look at me.” His fingers trail
11HaydenI sighed, splashing cold water on my face to calm my raging thoughts. I didn’t expect it to be that good. But it was. I cursed under my breath just at the thought of Zara lying on the bed with her rosy cheeks and doe eyes. Even if she was a virgin, the sex with her was the best I ever had. No, not just the sex. This entire night was one of the best I ever had. I didn’t want it to end. Ever. “Are you kidding me?” I asked myself, looking down at the bulge in my boxers. She had wrung me dry. Twice. Once in her sweet mouth and then inside her warm pussy. Yet my dick had other thoughts and was ready for more rounds. Shaking my head, I calmed it down and walked out of the washroom. Zara was checking her phone sitting on the bed, her dark hair trailing down her pale body, which was covered in pink hues where I had spanked her or held her too hard. Hickeys covering her neck and breasts. I did that to her. Male pride surged through me as I stepped closer, her eyes flickering to
12Hayden“You did so well, Princess,” I said, kissing her hair when she sighed, her body relaxing against mine. When her breathing evened out, I took a peek at her face and bit back a small smile. It seemed like even the innocent vixen had her own limits, and I had effectively fucked her to sleep. I slowly slid out of her and gently tucked her on the bed, hating to walk away from her soft, warm body, but I had to clean myself and her. We both had made a mess.After cleaning myself and her, as much as I could, in her sleepy state, I came back to the room. A smile crept up at my lips at the adorable sight of her sleeping naked on the messy sheets. Her dark hair was fawned on the pillow, her pale body covered in red hues where I had spanked her and held her too hard with hickeys all over her body. I did that to her. Male pride surged me as I stepped closer, noticing the shadows of her long lashes on her cheeks. I trailed my fingers on her cheek and held my breath as she curled around
13ZaraHayden didn’t call me that night. I had to make up an excuse of food poisoning to my brothers for not meeting them at the dinner and ate alone in my room, clutching the phone and waiting for his call. “Why are you sighing like that?” Safiya asked from the lounge chair, flipping through a magazine as I sat on the settee of the low table on the balcony of my room. Water in the pool rustled with wind as the sun disappeared down the sand dunes, painting the sky orange and blue. “Sighing like what?” I asked, looking down at my sketchbook. My cheeks burnt noticing the soft curves and hard definitions of two bodies. Since when did I sketch nudes? Especially of me and Hayden. Safiya closed her magazine and looked at me. I squirmed under her heavy gaze. She had scolded me when I met her after her night of being a princess in my place and forced me to shower because, according to her, I reeked of men. I didn’t bother to correct her that it was just one man. Hayden. “Don’t tell me you
PART TWO“Are you my sweet Princess slut, Zara?” 14ZaraTwo Years Later“Are you sure this fits me?” Ivy asked, her fingers pulling at the hem of the dress. “I look… ”“Beautiful,” I interrupted her. “You look stunning. Stop stretching the fabric with your fingers and here… you might like this one.”She took the perfume bottle of Delicate Dew from my hand. Ever since my brother, Khalid, engaged to Valeria, I received a lot of perfumes launched by her brand. “Oh, this smells so sweet.” Ivy applied it with a shy smile as I met her eyes in the mirror's reflection.We were in her old childhood room, all ready for her father’s surprise event. Since I had moved to San Diego a month ago, she had invited me and asked me to get ready with her. I had met Ivy when I was in Australia, still hell bent on travelling the world with a camera and a backpack, treated like a commoner than a royalty. She was the same age as me and I had made a friend out of hers when I was bar tending at a club. A guy
15HaydenA few hours agoA small grunt escaped my throat as I pushed the heavy weights from my body, focusing on my breathing despite the heavy soreness of my arms. One more round, and I am done. Just one more. Breathing deep through my nose and slowly pulling the heavy weights down to my chest. Holding them there for two more seconds, I pushed, exhaling through my nose and keeping the bar on the rack. I sighed, taking the face towel and wiping the sweat off my brows. “How’s it going, man?” one of the veterans, Jim, clapped my shoulder as I drank some water mixed with a protein shake. I nodded at him, “Doing alright, Jim. How are the kids?”He smiled just at the question, and I knew he was doing well. “They are little stubborn shits but Mary and I couldn’t be happier.” His expression said it all. I tried not to make a point of looking at his prosthetic leg when he sat down beside me on the other bench press. “Tell Mary I loved her cookies. Take care, soldier,” I said, standing up
16ZaraYou have always been a terrible liar, Princess. God, fuck him and his handsome as ever face. If I put anymore force on the heels while walking, I was sure I would break them. But I was angry. Frustrated, and a bit sad. At the man-who-must-not-be-named and at me. After two years, changing my hair, the way I look, everything I had tried, and I still hadn’t changed. I was still a weak Princess who was living in a small rented house instead of a Palace. That’s the only thing that had changed. Nothing else. “I saved you a seat, sweetcheeks!” Noah called out, the round tables where everyone was already siting around in their own little groups. Ivy sat with us, her group of friends with three chairs empty. Before I could ask Ivy about the man-who-must-not-be-named, she stood up, a grin on her face as she looked over my shoulder. “Robert! Zara, come on I will introduce you to my brother.” What? No! But she was oblivious to my expression and turned me around to face him, my nos