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But it was not to be.
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IF LOVE WAS SOMETHINGshe spared a thought about once in a blue moon, sex was something Kyria never really thought of at all. She knew of course what went down, knew that her brothers were no saints who didn’t indulge in it. She was curious about it, but she was also all too conscious about the possible consequences. She would rather die a virgin than risk becoming a disgrace to her family, and this led to Kyria developing a reputation for being somewhat of a prude, despite her going out on dates with other guys.
Another thing she became known for in school was her closeness to the Al-Atassi sheikhs. With every year that passed, more and more girls pestered her for any information she could dish out on them, and on her graduation day, the girls in her class were practically down on their knees begging for a souvenir photo of the sheikhs.
In the end, she could only promise a compromise: she would mail them photosonlyif the sheikhs themselves allowed her to do so. And when pressed to clarify, she said yes to photos of Khalil, Tarif, Rayyan, and Altair. But somehow, she just couldn’t make herself agree to mailing them photos of Malik. Maybe it was because he was her favorite brother, but Kyria just hated the thought of any of the other girls having his photo to moon over. However, she also knew she was being unreasonable and so when the girls had demanded for an explanation, a rattled Kyria spoke rashly of things she hoped would turn them off.
She told the girls Malik was an incurable playboy, but this only made the other girls’ eyes shine even brighter, as if attracted even more to the idea of falling for a bad boy. Desperate now, she then told them that Malik was far from being photogenic, and surprisingly the ploy had worked. The girls had quickly lost interest in having Malik’s photo. What was the point if he wouldn’t look good in it?
It was altogether an unexpected victory, and although she later on had to beg for Malik’s forgiveness upon realizing that he had heard her say all those dreadful things about him, Kyria couldn’t make herself regret it. She still did not want those girls to have his photo. As for the reason why, however, well...
He’s my favorite brother, Kyria told herself firmly. That was all it could be.
When her family asked her what she wanted as a high school graduation gift, Kyria had only thing in mind. She wanted to camp under the stars, the sand soft on her feet. She wanted to listen to the desert’s sounds blend with the crackling of a bonfire. She wanted to be with her family, just them, like the way they used to.
Her wish had come an obvious shock to everyone, but since the Al-Atassis had always wanted to spoil Kyria, their agreement was a foregone conclusion, and the family left for the desert the next day. Malik and Altair grumbled throughout their long and arduous walk, Vanna sighed and grimaced during the bumpy camel ride, but Kyria had only laughed, knowing they were just fooling around. The truth was in their eyes, all of them. They had missed this, too.
On their first night, Kyria had gone to her own tent, sleepy and pleasantly tired, and already looking forward to what tomorrow would bring. But then she heard rustling outside their tent, remembered the scary scenes from a horror movie she had recently watched, and she had run into Malik’s tent like a headless chicken.
Can I sleep here, please?These were words she would never even consider saying to either Vanna or Altair. It wasn’t that she loved them any less, but it just didn’t feel right to trouble them more than she had already done. But Malik was different. She could tell Malik anything, be herself with him and not worry about what he would think. If there was anything she needed, she knew she could always count on Malik, and that night wasn’t any different.
With his solid presence next to her, fears were instantly vanquished, and her last thoughts before sleep claimed her were of him, her dearest and beloved Malik. And in her dreams, he was there, her most precious brother. But when morning came, Kyria woke up to the sudden, terrifying realization that Malik wasn’t just that.
Before being a brother or even a powerful sheikh, Malik was above all...a man.
A man with a man’s body, as hard as hers was soft, powerful and big, rough and hot—-
And at that moment, Malik’s body was wrapped around hers like a man would hold his woman.
Time stopped, her world spinning out of control and turning upside down.
Malik was her brother, so why was the feel of him suddenly making her burn?
Her brother, and oh Servant of God, all she could think of was how hard his body was.
Kyria squeezed her eyes shut, but it only made things worse, the images flashing in her mind so shockingly erotic—-
Malik kissing her, touching her,fuckingher—-
She had never thought of such things before.Never.And yet now, she could think of it so easily it was as if those thoughts had always been with her, almost as if she always had the soul of a wanton in her, and prurience ran in her blood like it was her destiny.
The thought shamed and appalled her, her body instinctively recoiling from self-loathing, and the moment she did, Malik’s body moved behind her.
AH!
Kyria’s lips parted in a soundless gasp as she felt his cock growing hard against her ass.
Pull away, her mind screamed.Pull away now!
But she could not.
Something forbidden from within had taken her captive, rendering her body immobile. A dangerous haze of sensation blurred her gaze, and the violent drumming beat of her heart filled her ears. Her lips felt dry for no reason, and oh, how she burned. Every inch of her body felt ablaze with fire, making her want to writhe—-
And that was when she felt it.
Malik starting to move behind her, and her lips parted in a soundless moan as he started rubbing his cock against her. His hands squeezed the cheeks of her ass, and she almost let out a sob. One arm went around her body, and her throat locked.
