Page 34 of Her Improper Desire


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I try to struggle, but it's no use.

"I'm sorry," I yell. "I'm really, really sorry—-

"Too late," Saif purrs. "I need to teach you a lesson you will never forget—-"

The sheikh throws me on his bed, but I can't even roll away since he's already flipping me to my stomach, and he has my hands trapped behind my back.

"Saif, please!"

The sound of Saif unbuckling his belt behind me has my senses reeling, and I'm not sure if I'm feeling faintheaded because of fear or excitement.

"It's my first time—-"

But this only makes my sheikh laugh and croon into my ear. "All the more reason to be rougher, my love."

Oh God.

Now that I know he's going to be the opposite of gentle and tender, I struggle as hard as I can to get away, but this only seems to excite my sheikh. He's grinding his groin against my thighs, and all I can do is moan as I hear him rip my panties off my body.

"Admit it, my love," the sheikh whispers as he pushes my face down on the bed and arranges my limbs so that my bare ass is sticking up in the air. "You want it rough, too, do you not?"

I try using my weight to get him off my trembling body, but this only has Saif retaliating by gripping my hair hard, andoh dear God,why is this making me wetter between my legs?

"Say it, my love." Saif reaches around my body to squeeze my breasts in a tight grip, and I moan and arch uncontrollably while my flesh swells against his palms. I must be sick, oh God. I have to be sick for this pain to turn me on—-

Aaaah!

A hard, stinging slap strikes my ass, and then he's slapping my butt again and again, and he's doing it harder and harder until I'm shaking and aching with need, and the words finally come tumbling out.

"Yes, damn you! I want this! I want you to be rough, you royal son of a—-aaaaaah!"

The sheikh shoves his big, hard cock inside of me without warning, and the way his thrust tears past my hymen and reaches all the way to my womb has my eyes rolling back.

Oh God.

He pounds into me harder and harder, and the pain of it is pleasure in itself, and I can't get enough of it even as I also find myself begging for him to stop.

"Please, Saif, please."

It's just too much all at once, there's just so much to feel with the way his meaty cock is threatening to tear me apart.

"Please—-"

But hearing my pleas only make Saif drive into me with with increasing force, and just as my whole world starts to spin, I hear him say hoarsely from behind, "I love you, Seven."

Pleasure rocks my world, and as the sheikh's violently throbbing cock shoots off inside of me, all I can do is close my eyes and thank God he's given me a man like Saif.

No one might torment me like he does, but I also know that no man will love me like he does, and I can only love Saif back for the rest of my life.

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KHADEM WASN'T SURPRISEDwhen two o'clock came and went, and their eldest brother had yet to show up with his promised bride in tow.

"Shall we call it a night?" Rashad asked.

Ilyas nodded. "I have work to do, anyway."

"I'll take care of the bill," Khadem told his older brothers.

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