Bruno AlcântaraDuring the days I spent with our children while Carol went to Sudan with Hassan, I had plenty of time to reflect and come to terms with everything that had happened in our marriage over the past five years. I had fully immersed myself in our lives, taking on my role as the CEO of “SMOKE” and neglecting my duty as her husband.I made the mistake of not realizing that I left too much room for my wife to throw herself completely into her obligations, like Switzerland, where she was constantly called to attend formalities or intervene in negotiations. Just like in Berlin, when Fritz, during another one of his episodes, tried to remove Saymon from his position as the head of the German mafia.Carol went to help my mother persuade Fritz and maintain the façade of his sanity before everyone else. I knew that at some point, people would find out Fritz was losing his mind and someone else would have to take his place. This possibility began to trouble me, especially the idea th
Bruno AlcântaraCarol lays her body on my chest, and I love seeing how red her face is from the sheer amount of arousal she’s feeling.“If Bruno isn’t giving you money to buy underwear, I will. These rags shouldn’t even be called that…” he complains while pulling down the pants she’s wearing.I widen my eyes and realize she’s wearing a tiny pair of panties, something I hate too, but she uses them to seduce me. While Hassan moves down between her legs, I run my hand over her body and reach the inside of her thigh. I lift her leg over mine and hold it, so Hassan can have full access to her pussy, which must be glistening by now.Seeing her speechless as she’s being licked is breathtaking. It’s impossible not to feel aroused watching Carol, her legs wide open, moaning with pleasure, her breathing erratic, and her hands clutching my shirt. I keep her pressed against me with my hand around her neck, which makes her look even more stunning.“I want to taste you…” her eyes meet mine.“Isn’t
Bruno AlcântaraI brush a strand of hair away from her face and once again see the woman I fell in love with so many years ago. The woman with her dilemmas, yet still confident about what she wanted.“Yes, I thought about doing it through fertilization and choosing the sex…” she says, hesitantly.I nod and do what I’m certain she expected from me: give her my support.“We can look for treatment in Europe, far from everyone’s eyes,” I say, lifting her chin and kissing her lovingly.I see the sparkle in her eyes change, now appearing confused. I wait, hoping she feels comfortable enough to share what’s on her mind.“What happened to make you change so drastically?” she asks, smiling.I could shrug it off and avoid answering her question, but what Carol told our children is true: we need to be honest. Within these walls and in our bed, everything must remain sacred to me. So, I decided to tell my wife about the decisions I’ve made in my life.I could accept the life Carol has chosen, bri
Hassan Al-MakkiWe left my star still seated at the table, accompanied by my mother and sister, discussing the idea of bringing in a designer from Paris to prepare the dress she would wear on the final day of the celebration. This ended with our wedding. I could see in Bruno's eyes that he was uneasy about the exposure, and I understood his reasons.After all, they are significant figures in the mafia, and hosting such a grand event as a week-long celebration could be dangerous. On top of that, Sayidati had mentioned taking a sabbatical year to have a peaceful pregnancy, not to participate in endless parties.Bruno and I entered the main office of the house. My father approached a bookshelf, pulled out a large book, and walked toward us slowly. From the look in his eyes, it was clear he was worried about something.“When Ebrahim considered the idea of becoming the father of our children, I went through a period of deep concern,” he said, opening the book to a specific page and handing
Hassan Al-MakkiI speak with affection, and his eyes fill with tears while a glow appears on his face, making it clear that our feelings are far more than real. We are not a fleeting passion; we are a relationship that will last a lifetime.“I love you too, Hassan.” Hearing it makes my heart race with his revelation.I place another kiss on his forehead and go to get ready. Tonight marks the first night of my celebration, and I want to rejoice with everyone over the fact that I’m in love and that my feelings are mutual.After five days of pure festivity, joy, and endless dancing, Bruno had gradually loosened up, enjoying himself among the people my parents had invited. There was no press, and guests were strictly forbidden from taking photos to protect my family from any kind of exposure.I was surprised that Bruno hadn’t taken a single sip of arak. Even though it’s weak, it still contains some alcohol. From Carol’s expression, I could see how proud she was to see him drinking only mi
Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiThe intention was to repeat everything again in the bathtub, but I was so tired that, after receiving a massage on my legs, I practically passed out in Hassan's arms. I knew they were laughing at me for napping while they took care of me.By Allah’s grace, I don't feel anything, no cramps or discomfort. The only thing I feel right now is the desperate desire to feel both of them inside me again, but this time with them in reversed positions.I lie with my head on Hassan's chest, recognize his musky scent, and also feel Bruno's legs resting on mine, as well as his hand on my butt. With fatigue screaming in my body, my mind fades away; I need to rest or I’ll be falling asleep tomorrow.During the week, while Arnold and Enora were preparing my dress, they gave me a hint for our honeymoon. I told Hassan to see what he thought, and by Bruno’s shocked look, considering we were in Europe, I don’t think I could convince them to go to Finland.As soon as morning cam
Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiI watch him walk away as the ceremony is about to begin; everything is so beautiful with luxurious decorations. I have no idea how Najla managed to organize this in such a short time, especially since we went to bed just after two in the morning yesterday.“Prince Hassan Al-Makki, do you take Carolina Alcântara as your wife?” The question makes my heart race.Over the past few years, I’ve seen so many weddings, heard so many questions like this that I never imagined I would hear them again. Now, I’m here with a loving smile for Hassan, wearing a checkered Keffiyeh and an official tunic that shows he is the prince of his house.“Yes, I do!” Hassan answers, and I can see the happiness on his face.“Carolina Alcântara, do you take Prince Hassan Al-Makki as your husband?” I squeeze Hassan’s hand and nod before speaking.“Yes, I do!” I say happily with my choice.“Then, I declare you husband and wife. May Allah bless you abundantly and grant you the sweet taste
Carolina Alcântara Al-MakkiTheir silence makes me impatient. I try to reach for their bodies, but my hands are quickly restrained and pinned above my head. I love the feeling of strong hands holding me down. I press my legs together, trying to find some relief from the arousal that's starting to become unbearable. Something happens, and I hear the laughter of the two men."You’re the groom today. I’ll let you love our women alone tonight."I turn my face toward Bruno, who kisses my left wrist.I smile as I feel his lips on mine, deepening a kiss that began as just a gentle brush. I can hear Hassan laughing as he leaves the couch, his hands sliding down my legs until they reach the place I need attention most. I sense something fall next to me, and I hear Bruno laughing near my head.I can’t control the moan that escapes me when a warm tongue further wets the spot that’s already throbbing with desire. For a few seconds, my hands are freed from Bruno’s grip so the dress I’m wearing can
Between Wines, LoveZara AlcântaraMy youngest brother's wedding happened, and I still can't believe so many things have happened in the last five months.I gaze at the sunset that occurred in Ibiza. I managed to return to Capri alongside Pietra and Guilherme. I didn't want to spend any more time deluding myself that one day Ruslan would give up who he is to live by my side in Europe.Being in love with him was something that wasn't in my plans, but what could I do? He's handsome, a lord, that romantic man every woman hopes to find one day to call her own.On the small table, there was a cheese platter and a bottle of wine that I was analyzing, wonderful to be savored alongside a company that will take you to heights, giving you multiple orgasms.I was ready to take the last sip and go to the hotel to enjoy my love disillusionment when I noticed two men approaching the chair behind mine!I look back at the setting sun and bring the glass to my lips, savoring the taste, feeling each no
Sheik Mahjub Al-MakkiI see the guard shaking his head, and I enter the apartment with my bag, hoping my mother has packed something for me to wear tonight!I walk through the space I already know well and start to smell the perfume my wife is wearing. I smile when I see that she received the red and white roses I ordered yesterday to congratulate her on the stylish completion of her time at the Bolshoi.It's something she handled within herself. Despite my deep concern over not having my wife with me full-time in the last six months, I know it's been even more difficult and exhausting for her. I saw her face thinning out in the last month, with the insane routine she was enduring, the little time she took to rest.I saw her trying to juggle being at home, being present by my side, and trying to fulfill her ballet performance schedule.I entered the bedroom, and to my surprise, my mother had packed a tuxedo in the bag. My intention was to wear traditional clothes, but why not repeat t
One Year LaterSheikh Mahjub Al-MakkiWho would have thought that Allah would bless me as He did. Five years ago, I discovered the so-called “rock bottom”, a Brazilian expression my parents brought into our home, and with much pain, I discovered the real meaning of that phrase.After our honeymoon, there was the celebration of my assuming leadership of our entire nation. Despite the implementation of a democratic government in Sudan over the years, something that pushes the poorest parts of my country into misery every day, we continue to do our best for those who seek us out.It was a beautiful celebration, and my wife, as always, was wonderful by my side. Day after day, Hope continues to surprise everyone with her approach to the various charities she has embraced with such care.The main one is the “Sudanese Ballerinas”. When she's not taking care of our home and family, she's helping and teaching young women in our country to stand on their toes and dance as beautifully as she doe
Hope Al-MakkiI'm the person who once hated him for what he did, who didn't want to hear about him anymore. Now, my only desire is to feel my husband unraveling inside me.I slide my hands from his shoulders and hold my breasts, gently squeezing, letting him see what I'm doing. His movements intensify, and with each new thrust, I get closer to a new orgasm.My muscles start to contract, just as my legs begin to have small spasms. Our breaths were quickened and uneven."So good!""Ohhhh..." My mind was jelly at that moment.We were tired after almost a week without proper sleep and mainly missing sharing the bedside by side. My husband has slight spasms, showing that he reached his peak, as I had my own orgasm.I open my eyes and see my husband taking in air, his face starting to show fatigue from all the excitement we've had in the last week. This will be the best memory we'll have."We still have several hours until we land, how about a little nap?" He asks me."It will be wonderful,
Hope Al-MakkiOur party was still going on when Mahjub took my hand and led us to the waiting car. We were a mix of exhaustion and happiness; it's impossible not to say how radiant we were that night.As we entered the small aircraft that soon was flying over Khartoum and taking us towards Dubai, I felt excitement for what was about to happen. The fatigue we were feeling wouldn't erase all the longing and desire I have for my husband.I turn my back and wait for my husband; I know he's just as eager as I am for him to take me out of this dress, which is starting to squeeze various parts of my body.My hair was a shade lighter than usual, as I'm not blonde like my mother, which doesn't sadden me; I like the tone it is. I feel the strands of my hair cascade over my shoulders as Mahjub removes the hijab I was wearing. The same one he gifted me on our wedding day.With my back turned to have the dress taken off of me, I start feeling button after button, my body starting to be freed from
Mahjub Al-MakkiMy heart was skipping with happiness; there were only minutes left until I saw Hope entering the grand hall, and my anxiety was almost out of control. I was desperate with longing and just wanted her by my side.Matheus and Zara were next to me, trying to keep me from running off to find my swan. I saw my parents dancing joyfully, and it was impossible not to feel the same enthusiasm they were feeling at that moment. Even the imam was festive; he was dancing among my family members.Then the music changed, and I turned towards the same doors I had entered just a few minutes ago. I felt my hands sweating, and then I saw my beautiful swan. She was wearing a dress that revealed she truly was a princess… My princess!Hope was in her completely sparkling white dress, making her the center of attention. The voluminous skirt prevented her from dancing more freely as she entered the hall alongside her parents, with her siblings right behind them. As is our culture, the two f
Mahjub Al-MakkiI couldn’t be happier. We've been celebrating for three days straight, with many festivities, dances, tributes, visits from heads of state, celebrities, and most importantly, seeing the happiness of both our families around us.These are the same families I once deeply hurt by not understanding and accepting the choices my parents made for me and even Hope’s parents made for her. I didn’t accept their choices for me, and in a very hard way, I discovered that I lost precious time alongside my swan, whom I watched mature from a distance.I look at the whole party happening on this side of the hall. My brothers were having fun, going in and out of the curtains, watching Hope prepare to enjoy her own party. I wanted so much to be near her, to see how nervous she must be. To participate in each of the stages she is going through.We haven’t seen each other for practically a week, and we’ve barely spoken since everyone has been doing their best to complicate any moment I cou
Hope de LucaI looked at my fiancé, who extended his hand and pulled me into his arms. We heard exclamations from everyone present and some laughter too.“I miss you,” he said, his lips touching my forehead.“I miss you too!” I nestled into his arms.We heard our families socializing, my parents talking with my in-laws, who were gifting them with small jewelry boxes. But at that moment, I was captivated by Mahjub's gaze. He seemed to be scanning every part of my face, making me blush and showing that my health was better.I looked to the side when I felt a subtle touch on my waist. Ruslan was there with the case containing my gift for Mahjub. I took the box and turned to face my prince.“The first time I gave this to you, I saw you as a fairy tale prince who needed something to remember my existence,” I said, watching him open the case. “Today, we are on a completely different level. This piece is no longer just a reminder but a symbol of my love for you.”I took the masbaha from his
Hope de LucaReligion forbids us from touching or having intimacy before marriage; it is a law imposed by the Quran, one that I have already made my beautiful prince break. I hear him asking for forgiveness daily, and of course, I also ask for forgiveness. But I would never stop sleeping by his side.However, the wedding was approaching, and my mother-in-law made us separate a bit to obey the laws, the same ones we had been breaking since our reunion. We hadn't seen each other for a few days already, and we still had the next few days to endure the longing of sharing the same room.After we met my friend and his father, we spent almost a month in Washington. I wanted to be close to Guilherme, to be his friend as I always had been. Even though there were still some reports about our engagement, I would not stop being by his side.To ease the whole situation and exposure that Guilherme was going through, my father decided to cancel the marriage proposal that Gui had made. He wrote a not