"You walked into the lion's den, sweetheart," he whispered, stepping closer. "And lions don't let go so easily."
He looked down at her leg, at her trembling hands, and the fear in her eyes.
"A beautiful young girl like you," he chuckled, "shouldn't...
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I was dreaming.
I was running barefoot on wet grass, laughing, light, free. There was someone behind me-his hand brushed my braid just as I turned-
"If he even breathes near my family again, I'll slice his tongue out and feed it to his own mother-"
The dream shattered.
My eyes fluttered open, dazed.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was pain. A soreness in my body that made me gasp quietly. My chest felt heavy and tender, and even my thighs ached as if I had been running for hours. Slowly I blinked, messy-eyed, trying to adjust to the morning light filtering through the curtains.
I immediately pulled the sheet higher over myself, clutching it tight. My whole body was bare underneath and that realization made my face burn hot. What… what had I done?
Then like a flood, the memories of last night crashed into me. His hands gripping me. His lips everywhere. The way he was sucking my boobs so wildly, like he wanted to eat me alive. I touched my chest lightly and flinched. They were sore, sensitive, even bruised in places. I closed my eyes in shame, remembering how I moaned under him.
What shocked me most was not just what he did, but how I responded. My body didn’t resist. My lips opened for him. My hands clawed his back. I let him claim me.
I bit my lip hard, pulling the sheet tighter around me as if it could erase the evidence. My breasts felt swollen, my thighs sticky. I couldn’t deny it anymore—last night, Sultan had taken me. And I had let him.
I don’t know when my tears stopped rolling or when my heartbeat calmed, but the moment my eyes opened, reality struck me like a storm. I was married. To him. For eternity.
The thought alone made my throat dry. My fingers trembled as My eyes burned again, but I forced the tears back. Crying wasn’t going to change anything. I was his now.
But was he even human?
Sultan Emad Khan was a monster… and yet, why did I feel this ache inside me whenever he looked at me? Why did my body betray me with this strange, shameful desire?
Before I could answer myself, a loud sound made me jump. A scream. My heart skipped.
I crept slowly, only to find him on the balcony. His phone pressed to his ear, his voice as cold as death.
“If I ever see you face to face, I’ll slit your throat myself.”
My whole body froze. Every word he spoke was soaked in rage, dripping with cruelty. I clutched the curtain tightly, terrified to even breathe. And then—silence. He disconnected the call.
Panic took over. I dashed back to the bed, flopped on it, and shut my eyes tight, pretending to be asleep. My hands curled into fists beneath the blanket, my chest rising and falling far too fast.
