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
17HaydenI had lost the number of counts I had imagined her soft pillowy lips. Kissing them, biting them, claiming them. Of her arms wrapped around me, urging me closer and parting her soft thighs for me. I had squeezed my eyes shut, shivering and swallowing the sweet hums of her. Her fingers were in my hair, keeping me close, as if she was afraid I would pull away. I was scared that if I opened my eyes, it would be just another dream. I would wake up in my bed, dark, cold and alone. That her warmth would leave me. The aching press of her body, gently rocking against me, would disappear.A groan left my lips when I felt the metal on her tongue and pulled her closer, squeezing her hips with my other hand. She had her tongue pierced. “This…” I murmured between the kiss. Eyes closed and kissing her beauty spot. I could trace it with my tongue even if I was blind. “This feels like a dream,” I breathed out, her hot breath brushing against my jaw as her hands fidgeted with the collar of m