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Although Mason prided himself in not being attached to any woman, he honestly didn’t know if he could make that statement about Nirva. He’d fucked her once and all it did was fuel his desire - he only wanted her more. Even more than he did before he had a taste of her. So how would it go if he continued down this path? Though his logical side warned him to be careful, Mason couldn’t bring himself to stop. He needed her in ways that startled him, and though he hated that this woman held such power over him, it was obvious he wasn’t going to do anything about it. The side that ached to feel he ruled him, and so he gave into his desires and trapped her into this arrangement. He had an entire month to cope with his desire and it only grew as the month passed. Mason groaned as her juices spilled into his mouth, and the louder she moaned, the harder he fucked her. He continued to thrust his tongue inside of her tight cunt for the next several moments until he felt her walls began to pulse around his tongue. It was then he withdrew long enough to whisper, “come for me, Nirva. Let me taste more of that sweet pussy.” His head then descended to finish the job, adding a finger to rub her clit.
Letting go wasn’t easy for Nirva. She was always so put together. Her desires and everything else came second to what she deemed appropriate. She wasn’t a prude, but she wasn’t all that carefree either. Which was why her behavior around Mason was rather shocking. She might have spouted out that she hated him, but did she really hate him? She was beginning to think that she didn’t. What she did hate was his arrogance. He’d demanded her compliance, and yet, he hadn’t even tried to understand her. How could he expect her to be nicer when he acted like a baboon’s ass? Despite how he behaved, he did know how to pleasure her and as his tongue expertly worked her to completion, she felt her arousal climbing until she felt as if she was about to explode. “Please…” She kept whispering, and minutes later, his permission finally came and without a pause, she screamed out her release. “Mason!” Her back arched off the couch. Every inch of her body shook as bright light burst before her eyes. Her heart thundered in her chest as her sex pulsed around his tongue.
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“I know you would, darling. It means the world to me that you came, even after I hurt you.” Sanaa told him frankly, she wouldn’t have blamed him if he didn’t want anything to do with her. She didn’t think she deserved his forgiveness, but she thanked the higher powers that he loved her. Sanaa had vowed she would be better, she’d be the partner he deserved, and she’d show him just what he meant to her. Without realizing it - he’d become her world. Thomas was the only person in this world who gave a damn about her. He cared, and protected her out of the goodness of his heart. “I’ll always regret hurting you, Thomas. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but thank you anyway. My upbringing is no excuse for my behavior towards the only person who cared for me.” Her eyes closed when his lips touched her forehead, the gesture filling her with warmth. “That is my promise to you as well.” When he claimed her mouth and lifted her in his arms, she smiled, “what about your party?” She was teasing him, of course. “It would be rude to leave your guests…” Within seconds, her lips found his again.
“I would follow you to the end of the earths, Princess. Remember that if you ever get any ideas about leaving me.” Not that he would give her that chance. So long as he was living and breathing, he would love her so much, she wouldn’t consider running from him ever again. “Stop that. No more thinking about the past. You’re mine now, aren’t you? That’s all that matters.” It hurt too much to think about that time, and for that reason, he chose to focus mainly on the future. Even while he was left in limbo, not knowing whether she would ever come to her senses where their relationship was concerned. “I’m sure I’m not the only one who cares about you, Sanaa. I just happen to be the one who’s most vocal.” He pointed out, kissing her nose. As soon as his lips met with hers, he forgot the world and his need for her took over. It was then that he swept her up and carried her back to his room. “I don’t care about the guests. They’re adults, they can take care of themselves.” Upon reaching his chamber, he placed Sanaa down on the bed before his mouth met with hers once more. He ravished her while he peeled off her clothes clumpsily. “Jesus, why do you insist on wearing so much clothes?”
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Was he a dick for whitholding the way he was? Without a doubt. Mason wanted her to eat her earlier words of trapping her. He may have trapped her, but he couldn’t force her desire - no that all came from her. He could order her all he liked, but if she didn’t desire him, her body wouldn’t respond this way. Nirva might not like him, but she couldn’t resist him anymore than he could. Whatever this was between them, he was sure it would fizzle out, not soon but someday it would but until then he didn’t see why they couldn’t help each other out. She hadn’t slept with anyone in a while and the knowledge pleased him, and it was obvious she had needs as he did. Mason couldn’t deny he was pleased that she wouldn’t allow another man to touch her this way, and if he had it his way he’d ensure she’d only want him until he grew tired of her. Though the thought felt like a lie. Could he grow tired of perfection? He didn’t think so. Once he settled between her legs, he waited for her to obey and when her words came, he smirked, “good girl.” He covered her soaked cunt, licking and nibbling her pussy before slipping his tongue inside of her hot cavern and moaning when she squeezed his tongue and allowed her sweetness to cover his tongue. He wasted no time in fucking her mercilessly as her moans filled his ears.
Maybe what she needed was this; to be able to have sex without having to worry about complications. People had sex without attachments all the time, right? She should be able to do that too. However, she didn’t know how long this thing between them could last, and would she get away unscathed? Those were the reason behind her hesitation. If she could only switch her mind off and accept her fate, perhaps she would be better off. Right then, those questions wasn’t in the forefront of her mind. His touch was and so when he’d demanded that she tell him that she wanted him, she did as he asked. Mason had the cheek to smirk at her, and while it had annoyed her that he was reverting back to his favorite petname for her, she also felt aroused by it. She was beyond wet. Her pussy ached for his attention and when he settled by her apex—his hot tongue swiping along her tender core—her hips jerked, and she grabbed his hair to force more of his tongue into her cunt. “Fuck, that feels good.” She whimpered.
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His response made her smile, but before she could respond, his mouth found hers and yet again the brunette lost herself in his kisses. Her heart skipped a beat as he told her yet again he loved her. “I want that as well. I love my home and my country, but I don’t wish to be so far away from you.” She tilted her head back to allow his lips better access to her jaw while her hand threaded further into his dark locks, and a soft gasp left her as she felt his erection press into her belly. Arousal swept through her. “I’m sorry for hurting you when I left.” She murmured, stroking his scalp and his back, “I ignored your calls and messages because I was afraid I’d run back to you.” His next words made her freeze, and though they stunned her, they also elated her. Sanaa never wanted marriage. She was so convinced she’d never marry anyone until the words came from Thomas and she realized she ached to be his. It was still frightening to be married, but she trusted him. Sanaa shifted to peer at him, “yes, I will marry you. I want you to be mine as well.” Her dimples appeared again.
“Then you don’t have to be. I’ll move heaven and earth to be with you. That’s why I made that trip to India because I miss you so damn much.” He might have wanted to hide that fact in the past, but not anymore. Now that things were out in the open, he wanted her to know everything that he’d been thinking and feeling. Though it did open up a small wound in his heart when she brought up the past about leaving. “You did hurt me. At the time, I felt as if you couldn’t wait to get rid of me. I can’t blame you for it. Your upbringing left a lot to be desired, but I do forgive you. I understood that you were scared.” He pressed her closer and left a kiss on her forehead. “You don’t have to be anymore. I promise that I’ll love you and never hurt you.” With the way his heart raced, he would be an idiot to hurt her. The impromptu proposal was made without hesitation. He loved Sanaa and since they didn’t want to be parted, it made a lot of sense to make her his wife. When she agreed, he smiled, though he claimed her mouth after that, needing to seal the deal. “I’ll tell my staff to prepare for the wedding, but for right now, I need you.” With that, he swept her up in his arms and carried her back to his chamber.
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Mason was sure he was confusing the hell out of the brunette. However, until he figured out exactly what he wanted from her, he would continue to confuse her. He supposed if he looked hard enough, he’d find the answer. The question was - was he ready to accept it? He really didn’t know. Until she explicitly told him she didn’t want to be touched by him, he had every intention of milking his time with her. He still didn’t know how he’d resisted her for an entire month since their last encounter, but he didn’t think he’d be able to do it again. His heart pounded as he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her while his hand found her soft cunt and he began to rub her. On cue, he heard her whimper, and his cock twitched as she grew wet under his fingers. They both knew Nirva was lying when she said she didn’t care to be taken by him, she desired him just as he desired her. Within seconds, he had her flipped so she was lying on the couch and he ripped the dress off of her and then her panties before settled between her legs. His darkened hues met hers, “say you want me, Nirva.” Mason demanded huskily as he rubbed her. “Tell me, and I’ll fuck you with my tongue.”
Nirva was annoyed by her need for Mason. He’d done nothing but act like a complete jerk to her, and yet, her body still craved for him. What did that say about her? She knew she wasn’t easy, but where he was concerned, she melted. What was so special about him? Yes, he was good looking. However, she’d been around other good looking men, and had never acted this way. Until she found the answers that she sought, the thoughts would forever haunt her. Just like before, as soon as he touched her, she was putty in his hands. She kissed him back as if her life depended on it and her legs fell open—needing more of his touch. He’d ripped her dress as if it cost nothing at all, but instead of being annoyed, she grew more aroused. God, she really needed to get her head checked or something. This was not normal, right? His demand made her pause, though she quickly answered him. “I want you, Mason. Please.”
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The three words he uttered to Sanaa still echoed in her mind and honestly, the Queen was sure she’d play them over and over. It shouldn’t have stunned her to hear the words, yet they still did. There were no words to describe the joy that swept through her at his words. She wished to hear it from Thomas over and over, but later when they were alone she’d demand he utter them endlessly. Her hands threaded in his hair as they devoured each other, their tongues tangled and she mewled against his mouth when he pressed her further into the pillar and she felt every inch of his hard frame against her. Her heart pounded, and she had a feeling it wouldn’t stop anytime soon. Her dimples appeared as she heard his confession, and she stroked his cheek. “I sense about as long as I wish to say them to you. Say them again and again.” She moaned as he nipped her lower lip before their gazes met, her own gaze filled with the love she felt for him. “I am. I knew the moment I decided to come here. I know you’d do anything for us, but I cannot be away from you again.”
It really did feel good to be able to express his feelings for his stunning Queen. Thomas had held back for far too long, and thankfully, he no longer had to do that. She was his through and through now, and he couldn’t be happier to be able to call her his at last. “I see you’re just as greedy to hear those words as I do.” He teased, kissing her mouth fully and then just like she asked, he uttered them again. “I love you, Sanaa, so much that I feel like my heart is about to burst.” His words were filled with conviction. “If you insist, my queen, I will never say no to you. Besides, facetiming is not doing it for me anymore. I need you here to hold and love.” His lips began wandering towards her jawline, leaving kisses in his wake as he pressed his erection against her lush curves. “You know, we wouldn’t have to worry about separating if we made things official. You’re already here, and I know more than anything that I want you to be mine, so marry me?” He hadn’t expected to ask her this way, but he was also not the kind of man to beat around the bush. They’d played games long enough. It was time to stop and reach for everything they desired.
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“You don’t know that.” Nirva wasn’t wrong - he was doing exactly that. Except, he couldn’t tell her why he did this - keep her for himself. He couldn’t exactly tell her it was because he wanted for reasons that Mason couldn’t quite fathom just yet. He didn’t know why or what it was about her that drew him to her, or maybe he knew, but he ignored it. How long would his obsession with her last? Mason truly didn’t know, but he kept holding on to the hope that one day his hunger for her would fade. He was silent as he led her inside and promptly closed the door behind them, but this time, he didn’t pounce on her and instead let her unwind, but it appeared the feisty brunette wasn’t having that. Mason didn’t doubt she didn’t want to be near him for any longer than she had to. Still, the thought stung, and he still hated that Nirva disliked him so much. It was his doing, nonetheless it bothered him. “We’ll see about that.” Mason shot her a smug look, as he held the wineglass, which she declined. “So impatient.” Mason taunted before pulling her onto his lap and kissing her senseless. His hands slipped under her dress as he devoured her mouth until he found her core and rubbed her through her panties.
Why was he playing games with her as if she didn’t know why he wanted her here? It didn’t make sense at all and she wasn’t going to pretend as though she was fine with all of this. Nirva was also annoyed at herself for wanting him despite knowing that he was bad for her. What good would sexual gratification do when she was stuck at his beck and call for God knows how long? It was why she’d been so sour with him. He gave her no reason to believe that he cared for her, nor did he try to befriend her. All he wanted was sex. So, since that was all he wanted, she figured she might as well rip off the bandaid. At least she would be able to go home after that. When he kissed her, her arms went around his broad shoulders, while her tongue entered his cavern to return his kiss. Her body reacted once more to his touch as he rubbed her pussy through her panties, she spread her legs and let out a whimper of need. Words wouldn’t come to her as lust trickled throughout her body.
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“I know.” He stroked her cheek, admiring her pretty face was several moments longer, as his earlier anger vanished and a sense of calm filled his being thanks to her. Her words still made her heart race, and he grinned at her before claiming her mouth in a tender kiss. He held her still, feeling like the luckiest man on the planet. He had messed up a lot, and still Dalia found something in him worth loving. “I love you so much, Dalia.” He kissed both of her hands. “You are too, but I’m sure you know that.” Abbas wasn’t worth ruining any of this. After so many years, the blonde felt true happiness, and he wouldn’t allow anyone to ruin this, nor would Dax himself ruin this. Abbas would be punished, but he wouldn’t be the one to kill him because honestly, death was too merciful for someone like him. “Thank you, sweetheart. Darlene wouldn’t want me to take someone’s life either.” With the bastard locked away for good, Dax turned his attention to his wife as she announced she made him lunch, and the gesture made him smile. “You have it, as always I’m at your command, wife.” He teased, leading her to their chamber where Dalia had instructed the employee to serve the food. “What did you make?”
Dalia no longer wanted to think back on the trauma of the past. Yes, she still grieved Darlene and in a way, she also grieved the relationship she used to have with her older brother. However, she wouldn’t be able to live a normal happy life while still thinking about the past. She wanted to be happy now and to build a family of her own with Daxton. She couldn’t do that if she kept feeling the sting of hurt of Darlene’s murder. Now that Abbas had finally been apprehended and was about to face justice, she would only look to the future. “I love you too.” She beamed, squeezing him one last time before backing away to offer lunch. “You’re so accommodating these days, it makes me feel spoiled. Now let’s hope you don’t have to take a trip away from home. I might just have to follow you if that was the case.” They walked towards his office hand in hand, and when he questioned her about lunch, she answered him. “I made tapas. Basically, a bunch of dishes from Morroco, but in small portions, of course. Let’s hope it taste right.”
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When his warm breath washed over her, Sanaa almost lost train of thought. This was always the case when he was so close to her; it was frightening how easily she could forget the world and just focus on Thomas. Perhaps that should have been her first clue that if she wasn’t careful, he’d steal her heart. The Queen suspected one way or another he would have, no matter how careful she was. The first time she slept with him, Sanaa knew she’d sealed her fate. It wasn’t much of a surprise that Thomas knew she loved him, even though he was quite the smug about it and played on her jealousy. Her heart raced as he assured he only wanted her. She moaned when he kissed her passionately, devouring her mouth as she returned the fervor until she heard him return her words. Her arms twined around his neck, pulling him closer as Thomas made her promises. The words delighted her, and she smiled as they pulled apart breathlessly, “I love you, darling.” Sanaa cupped his cheek as her dimples appeared, “I wish to stay here with you.” She paused, “we can spend a few weeks in India when you’re not busy here…and I can commute whenever I’m needed there.”
Thomas felt as though he was walking on clouds. A part of him wondered if this was all a dream, except he knew better. It wasn’t. For once, they were on the same page. There were no more pretenses, they’d laid their souls bare and he finally felt as if he could breathe again. He felt light as if he could fly, and it was all thanks to this incredible woman whom he loved beyond measure. They’d come a long way since their first meeting, and after all the misunderstandings, and her attempt at taking his life, they were together. He didn’t want to be parted from her, though he understood they both had a country to run. It was then he’d made a vow to be with her, even if it meant that he would have to commute every weekend. As he kissed her, he poured out his love for her—pressing her against the pillar and claiming her sweet cavern like a man starved. “I love you too. Fuck, it’s so good to say that. Do you have any idea how long I’ve held that in?” She murmured against her lips, nipping at the bottom one. When he ran out of breath, he pulled back to look at her pretty face. “Are you sure? I would love for you to stay, Princess, but if you have to be back in India, I don’t mind flying to see you every weekend.”
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Her words had Aryan smiling as he led her inside their gorgeous villa for the next three weeks. He had spent weeks searching for the right home and though he knew Mahi wasn’t picky or particular, he still wanted to get the best for her. He had a feeling they’d come back here again and though they just arrived, Aryan knew it was a place he definitely wanted to visit more often. He chuckled at her words, “not going to happen. We’ll step out once we tire of looking at all the walls.” He squeezed her hand, and they walked inside surveying the place as Aryan too had only seen it in pictures which definitely had not done the villa justice. “If you want to stay inside, we can.” He flashed her a lecherous smile at the implication of her words, “I have a feeling you won’t even let you keep that down. The atmosphere on this island is amazing and catching.” He pressed a kiss to her lips before leading her further inside and giving her the tour. The villa had two bedrooms, a kitchen, an ensuite, and a living room that all of it looked over the sparkling sea.
When she thought of honeymoons from now on, this one would be the ideal location in her mind. They were right by the water, not only that, there was an infinity pool in the villa itself. With the magnificent sight right at their doorstep, they could stay in and still get the full experience of being in Bali. “I know. I still want to show you around the different places in Bali.” She told her husband, squeezing his hand, already feeling excited about the rest of their trip. His lecherous remark earned him a laugh, but she already knew that they would be staying in at least for a day to let out their sexual frustrations. After all, with the wedding preparations, they hadn’t had much time to have sex. “For a day or two. Especially after you get some tan.” She winked before following him while they toured the home. “I don’t know why we’d need a second bedroom, but I guess it’ll come in handy in case you annoy me and I don’t want to sleep in the same bed as you.” She teased, laughter bubbling free.
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Leela hated that this is what Zach had to witness while meeting his soon to be parents-in-law for the first time. She had apologized on their behalf, but still she hated things weren’t going as well as she so desperately wanted. Couldn’t they see how much he loved Leela? “Mummy, please?”
Suhan frowned at her daughter, “your father’s not wrong. He says he loves you now, but that can change in an instant. You don’t know men very well.”
“I trust him with my life.” She was silent as Zach took his chance to speak and the words that he uttered stunned her not because of the way he uttered them, with so much confidence and without a shred of hesitancy or doubt. She squeezed his hand, her heart filling with warmth, as he rendered her parents speechless.
Suhani eyed the young man, looking almost impressed. “Words mean little to us, Zach and you have a long way to go.”
She looked back and forth between them. “He’s here, isn’t he? Trying to win your approval, he’s trying so hard for me. If he wasn’t serious or sincere, he wouldn’t be here. Just give him a chance, please. You’ll see what a wonderful and kind man he is. Papa, there’s no man in this world better than Zach for your daughter. He won’t say it because he’s too modest, but you two don’t know what he’s willing to do for me, or how he’s protected me countless times. I’m happy, and I’ve never been this happy until I met him. He loves and respects me. Can’t you both see it?”
There was nothing Suhani and Yuvraj could say to make Zach flee. He loved Leela, and while he understood their worries, he could say with certainty that those worries would never pertain to him. If all he wanted was to fool around with their daughter, he could have done so without their knowledge and he definitely wouldn’t be here, letting them see how much he loved her. He would make a mockery out of himself just for Leela. Surely, they weren’t blind to that, right? Surely, they could see how much she meant to him. “All I’m asking for is a chance. You love your daughter that much is clear, but I want you to see that I love her too. I would do anything for her.”
While his pride wouldn’t allow this stranger to sway him, Yuvraj was also surprised by how adamant Zach was being. He wasn’t heartless, he could see that two were in love, but it didn’t mean he would give them his blessings just yet. “You said that you would let us do a background check?”
“Yes.” Zach nodded quickly. “I’ll hand you all the information you want. Do a background check on me. You’ll see that I haven’t done anything shady.”
“Fine. Do that.” Yuvraj added gruffly.
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“Our parents will get their wish of wanting a grandchild.” Xavier said, still smiling as brightly as the sun. “He’s going to be so spoiled by them.” His eyes drifted to Theo as he said his goodbyes, while the sports anchor comforted his rather emotional wife. He understood. They felt like they waited a lifetime for this. “I know, I can’t explain how amazing this is, huh?” He murmured, stroking her back and smiling at his wife. Ten minutes later, they were holding their son’s hand on either side and walking out as Zaira suggested they go sight-seeing. Their son lit up at Xavier’s suggestion of the national park, and he squeezed Theo’s hand. “We can buddy, we have an adventurous day planned. You’re ready for that, right?” Theo nodded eagerly, and the three went out having quite the adventure with their son for their last day in Vietnam.
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They had just arrived at their house with their son right beside him. As they led Theo into his home, the couple watched his eager eyes explore the place. Xavier and Zaira gave him the tour of the entire house before stopping by a closed door that was his room, “this is your room, buddy. What do you think?”
As planned, they showed Theo around and had fun while in Vietnam. Zaira was really excited to go home. She wanted their families to meet Theo and knowing that her husband’s words were spot on, she had a feeling that Theo was about to be spoiled rotten. It made going back to New York just a tad sweeter. However, during the flight back, she felt restless. She didn’t feel well at all and had been nauseous throughout the journey. Zaira chalked it up to something she ate while in Vietnam, and couldn’t be more grateful that Xav was there to entertain Theo while she closed her eyes to ward off the nausea. When they landed, she felt better—though she still felt exhausted thanks to her constantly running into the bathroom during the flight. Still, she kept a happy demeanor and once they got home, she and Xav gave Theo a tour of their home. Upon reaching his room, she stood at the threshold and allowed Theo to walk inside to inspect the space. Her son was all smiles and when he spun around to look at them, he said cheerfully.
“I love it. Thank you, mommy and daddy.”
For a moment, she forgot all about her tiredness and beamed in return. “You’re welcome. Go inside the closet, I left a surprise for you.” She nodded in the direction of the closet where she’d left him an art kit.
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Matt honestly wasn’t upset that it didn’t go as he planned it in his head because sometimes the best ones were the ones that happened spontaneously. It appeared his fiancee didn’t mind either. Kyra was smiling as widely as he was, both of them basking in the bliss of their happiness as their status of soon to be married couple, so his plan failing wasn’t something he could linger on. More importantly, Kyra said yes - so what reason did he have to complain? None at all. Matt held her to him, pressing kisses all over her face before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss. “Snot and all, you still look beautiful.” He told her with a grin, wiping away her lingering tears before kissing both cheeks. “I’ve known you for over ten years. It would be a shame if I didn’t pick up a thing or two about you.” He teased in response, still smiling like an idiot. “Those words will be like music to my ears, Kyra. I’ll never grow tired of hearing them.” He squeezed her hands, admiring the ring on her finger for several minutes. “Ready to head for dinner?”
“I know I am. According to you, I will always look beautiful.” Kyra returned, smiling brightly at her fiance as he wiped her tears away. Matt had never made her feel anything less than beautiful in his eyes. She might joke about him being biased, but she loved that about him. This was the type of relationship she had always dreamed of. For a man to look at her as if the stars rose in her eyes. “That’s right. I’m grateful that you’ve been paying attention.” It was now her turn to press a kiss to his lips. “So needy, but if you ever feel like you need to hear me declare the fact, just let me know, and I’ll gladly tell you. In fact, maybe I should make a recording, that way you can just listen to it whenever you want.” Her nose wrinkled at the teasing words, her head shaking at his offer to take her out for dinner. “No, I don’t want to. I’d rather stay home and make us a meal. You ever notice how eager I am to cook now? Thank you for teaching me how to cook. I wouldn’t have learned without your help.”
#paragraph12: myra#kyra && matthew#//have an interview gif even though it looks super random fhdsla;fj
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Mason wasn’t entirely without remorse or a heart. He wasn’t particularly proud of himself for essentially trapping her into this arrangement, but he had to sate his desire before he went completely mad from it. He had no doubt that to her it appeared that she was at his beck and call, and while it wasn’t a lie, he didn’t want her to feel like that was the case. As the month had gone by, he kept hoping she’d appear and make the move, but she didn’t. Mason ignored the sting of the knowledge that Nirva wouldn’t come to him even when they both knew he fucked her so good, she was begging for him. He tasted her desire, so why hadn’t she come to him? Who was he kidding, what reason could she have to come to him? Good sex or not. Still, he ignored her jibes as he helped her out of the car, “I might if you’re nicer.” Mason said casually as he led her inside his house, “I seem to recall you enjoyed our last encounter, or was I imagining the entire thing?” He pinned his gaze to her after he shut the door behind her. “I think not. Sit, relax.” He told her as he poured them both a glass of wine and handed her one.
“Don’t say something you don’t mean. Whether I’m nice or not, you’ll keep me in your pocket as if I’m yours to keep.” The words sounded harsh, but by now Nirva was tired of playing games. She wanted everything to be normal again. However, she couldn’t have normal, not with Mason treating her as though she was a toy he could take out and play with whenever he saw fit. She had feelings, dammit, and she didn’t appreciate being treated this way. Throughout the walk back to his place, he kept his hand on the small of her back—making butterflies flutter about in her stomach. “It had been a long time since I’ve had sex. Don’t think that you’re special just because you got me off.” It was partially true. Nirva needed to be in a relationship before she would sleep with a man. But in his case, everything she believed went out the window. She wanted him, and even now, she still wanted his touch. At his urging, she took a seat, but the entire time, she couldn’t relax—not even after he handed her a glass of wine, which she gulped down quickly. “If we’re going to do this, let’s just do it. I’d like to leave as soon as possible.”
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“Your faith in me still takes me by surprise.” Daxton told her tenderly, as his arms around her small frame tightened. “I told you that day, I would never disappoint you, and I intend to keep my promise.” Still, her words made her heart race, and he kissed her forehead. “I’m sensing how much I mean to you, sweetheart.” He smiled against her forehead and for the next few minutes, he simply held her in his arms, allowing her to calm him, like Dalia always did, while he tried to comfort her. He was grateful she was always quick to stop him from doing something Dax knew he’d regret. As much as the urge to strange Abbas was there, he didn’t want the feeling that would come after regret for taking a life, no matter how vile her brother was. He didn’t want that on his hands. He didn’t want to be the reason that Dalia lost her brother, because she’d resent him for it. “He could have made a lot of different choices, but he didn’t.” He said frankly, still holding her, “for what it’s worth I’m sorry he turned this way. You loved him and you thought the world of him and he took it all away.” He kissed the top of her head and several minutes later, Dalia pulled back, looking a lot better than she had just earlier. “I’m sure it’s amazing, Dalia, let’s eat. I’ve been in the office all morning and now I’d like to spend time with my wife.”
“I don’t know why. You should already know that I would trust you with my life.” Dalia said, smiling sweetly at her husband. “I know you wouldn’t, makes me happy to have given myself to you.” Even after how they started, from the terrible way he treated her, right down to her asinine plan to seduce him in order to get him to marry her. Despite all that, she had never been more certain of her love for him. She knew she could trust him, and it warmed her heart to know that he felt the same. “You’re it for me. Period.” It was still sad to think about Abbas losing his freedom, but she meant it when she told Daxton that her brother needed to be punished. He’d done a terrible thing, and for that, he didn’t deserve to live amongst everyone else. “He made his choice. What he did was his fault. I’m sorry that you lost Darlene because of it.” The thought still made her heart squeeze, though she pushed it away and hugged him tighter. After some time had passed, she spoke up about lunch and felt herself smiling at Daxton’s statement before they both began walking towards his office. “Good, I want all your attention for the next hour at least.”
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It was unfair to expect Thomas to lay his heart bare before her when from the beginning Sanaa remained closed off entirely. She supposed she couldn’t blame him for wanting to hear it from her first. All this time she’d kept her cards close to her chest, and Thomas never truly hid his desire for her. He made his thoughts and feelings about her clear. If she didn’t know before, she realized he wanted her for more than just sex when he was angry at her for ignoring him and leaving without saying goodbye. It was then it struck Sanaa just how much she’d hurt his feelings and betrayed him by her actions. She could see the smugness in his gaze as he continued to play dumb - it was now or never. She was so tired of fighting her feelings. All she wished for was him - his love and his affections. She let out a shaky breath. “You belong to me, Thomas. You can speak to her all you like, but don’t you dare let her or another woman touch you?” Heavens, he looked so adorable with his puppy dog eyes, and she kissed him passionately, pouring her love for him into the kiss. “I love you, Thomas. I cannot be without you any longer.”
He was a hairbreadth away from hearing those words from Sanaa. Thomas knew that tonight was the night. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have flown all the way from India. She loved him just as much as he loved her, and while he’d questioned it in the past, he no longer did now. The knowledge that she’d been jealous enough to show up here without telling him first. It told him everything he needed to know. She didn’t tell him outright that she loved him however, though she did say that he belonged to her. Despite feel a bit disappointed, he also felt his heart racing upon hearing her say those words. It was the first steps at least. “I know, Princess. I wouldn’t dare to touch any other woman.” He promised, peering into her dark pools like some lost puppy. When she kissed him, he hauled her closer, putting all of his love and passion into his kiss. Then, the moment he’d waited for arrived, and his lips curled into a bright smile. “I know you do, Sanaa. Just like I love you. We won’t be apart anymore. If I have to commute from Washington to India every weekend just to be with you, then so be it. It’s been hell without you, Princess.” His mouth met with hers again because he couldn’t seem to stop himself, and when he grew breathless, he pulled his mouth away. “Say it again. Tell me you love me again.”
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