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I’m bent over my suitcase when Jafar enters, closing the door behind him. His eyes are dark, and I know he’s still annoyed at me.
“Turn around and bend over.”
“What?”
He unbuckles his belt, pulling it off with one hand. “Turn around. Now. Before I get pissed.”
My heart pounds, but I do as he says, holding onto a chair as I bend over. The belt makes a sound as it flies through the air, coming in contact with my ass. I cry out as pain licks my skin.
“That’s for kissing another man.”
Another one.
“That’s for thinking you could betray me like that.”
My skin is on fire as he spanks me again.
“That’s for looking at me with your lips swollen from another man’s kiss.”
I groan as the belt hits me again. I should stop this, but I can’t deny that it feels so good.
“Tell me, little mouse. Who were you picturing when you were kissing him?”
I turn, facing him. His eyes are wild, mad with desire.
“You. I pictured you.”
He has me in his arms an instant later and his mouth crashes over mine. I was wrong when I thought I felt something when Al kissed me. It was nothing compared to this. Every nerve ending in my body is alive. His scent surrounds me, making me feel more drunk than the whisky did. His kiss makes me feel like I’m dying, and this is the only way to live. When his hands roam, I feel every touch. We kiss until I forget that this is wrong. We kiss until nothing else matters but him.
His hand reaches my pussy, and he rubs me through the swimsuit.
“Always so fucking wet for me,” he says between kisses.
I groan when he shoves the material aside, stroking my clit. When he slips his finger inside of me, I shatter. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted. He breaks the kiss, spinning me around. I’m still throbbing as he fingers me again.
“Look out there. Do you see the fire?”
Opening my eyes, I see the bonfire in the distance.
“They’re out there while we’re in here.” He nips my earlobe, making me shudder. “We can do anything we want, and no one would know.”
ButIwould know.
His words sober me, and I push his hand away.
“I’m tired of playing games,” he warns.
I turn to face him. His lips are swollen, and I don’t miss the outline of his cock against his pants. He looks ravaged, so I can only imagine what I look like. My ass throbs from where he spanked me, and my mouth feels a bit chafed from his beard. But nothing compares to the way my heart feels.
“Do you love Jasmine?”
“What?”
“Do you love Jasmine?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“She told me you’ve cheated on her before. Is that what this is? A fling to get your cock wet?”
