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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, and oh 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.

KHADEM WASN'T SURPRISED when 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.

They parted ways soon after, and on his way to the bar, Khadem saw a girl stumble out of the ladies', her lovely cheeks flushed, and her curvy little body noticeably shivering under her remarkably modest dress.

She went on to walk with wobbly legs, and Khadem raised a brow when the girl ended up bumping straight into his chest.

"I think I'm sick."

He took one look at her, and he knew right away it wasn't that simple. A gesture of his hand had one of his bodyguards coming forward, and the other man listened to Khadem's command.

And now that was taken care of...

Khadem carefully set the girl away from him, and she started to moan in protest...before quickly snapping her mouth shut as an appalled expression fell over her flustered features.

"Someone's spiked your drink," Khadem told her.

She shook her head. "That's not possible—-"

"And rather than being sick," he said gently, "what you're feeling right now is an uncontrolled need to fuck."

The girl gasped. "You—-how..." Words seemed to fail her, but as she was about to step back, he decided to prove his point by using his thumb to trace her lip, and the touch easily had her moaning...until the girl realized what was happening.

She jumped back and looked at him in horror. "Oh my God."

"It's your choice now," Khadem said silkily. "Do you want me to fuck you...or would you rather take your chances with another stranger?"

The End


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