Arranged: Betrothed

chapter 22

It was one of Samir's days off and he helped Zahara with the chores around the house. She was grateful for his help, but both of them were used to doing things before their marriage.

"Your parents just called me." He said sitting down comfortably on his bed. Zahara just nodded, continuing to place her clothes in the cupboard. "They invited us over," he continued.

"Have fun." She answered plainly. He narrowed his eyes at her blunt answer.

"Come here Baby-doll." He ordered leaning back against the headboard. She paused her current chore. She turned around and looked at him. He raised his eyebrow at her and she shook her head, thinking about what he would do if she went closer. "If I have to leave the comfort of my bed to come and get you Baby-doll, you will regret it." He saw the brief flash of fear over her face before she slowly walked over to his bedside.

"Get on my lap." He ordered and she shook her head again. He hid his smirk and grabbed her wrist pulling her on top of himself. She fought his grip with frustration, but then he gripped both her wrists in one hand behind her. "Ow." She whimpered.

"You're hurting me!" She argued. He spread her legs out over his lap so that she was straddling him. He pulled her arms tighter, giving her no choice but to sit down in his lap. She gave up and settled down on him, but the grip on her wrists forced her to keep her back slightly arched.

"You don't want to see them?" He asked concerned, girls would normally be overjoyed to go to their parents. She shook her head at his question. "Why?"

"They know why." She answered shortly.

"Enlighten me."

"I... I said to them if they force me, I won't see them ever again." She said quietly, feeling her eyes burning with tears. "So these past few weeks, you haven't spoken to them?" He asked, shocked. She nodded, biting her lip again. "Don't you miss them?"

She shook her head, lying as she felt a traitorous tear roll down her cheek. "Zahara..." He said softly.

"You should speak to them, sweetheart. I know what they did wasn't right, sometimes it's better to argue than to stay quiet."

"They don't care." She whispered thickly.

"How do you know?" He asked.

"If they did, I would not be here." She said coldly, looking down at him.

"I understand that, -"

"No, you don't!" She shouted and froze. "I'm sorry." Looking away ashamed.

He leaned forwards, his head was in line with her chest. He kissed her clothed chest gently, moving higher, kissing just above the neckline of her shirt. "Come with me." He whispered. She shook her head again. He moved her closer, trailing his lips up over her collarbone. "Come with me." He repeated softly.

"You can't force me." She scoffed, but her willpower was slowly disappearing. "It's not force Baby-doll, it's called gentle coercion." He smiled teasingly. She could feel her face warming up as he continued his kisses up her jaw right under her lips. "Now?" He whispered. Her stomach tingled, she could feel his breath on her lips. She shook her head slightly. She could feel how close he was but stayed completely still.

He brushed his lips against hers "Now?" He asked against her lips. She shook her head again, he smiled against her lips, pressing them firmly, moulding them together. She shivered at the heat her body suddenly produced, feeling her hands get sweaty and the tingles in her stomach intensify.

He pulled away after a few seconds, looking at her flushed face. She released a breath, opening her eyes looking somewhat dazed. He released her hands and she remained seated on his lap as he leaned forwards again, she didn't move as he closed the gap again. She slowly lifted her hands, placing them on his chest, and dragging them up to his shoulders. He pulled her lip into his mouth, biting it gently.

She gasped and pulled away, cupping her mouth and making him grin. "What?"

"Y-you bit me." She whispered.

"Mmm, let me kiss it better." He smirked, grabbing the back of her head and pulling her back down. He didn't give her time to respond as they kissed again, this time sliding his tongue over her lips, before sliding it between them. She whimpered against his mouth and he let go of her again, in case she wanted to stop. He slowly slid his hand up the side of her thighs, wrapping them around her waist, pulling her even closer than before.

She pulled away panting before leaning down again. She wanted more, his kisses were addicting. Timidly she wrapped her arms around his neck moaning softly as his tongue slid over hers. She didn't even know what to do, but she didn't care. It felt good to her and hopefully for Samir too. He groaned when she shyly slid her tongue over his.

He pulled away panting just as hard as her as he kissed down her neck, sucking on her soft neck with urgency. "Samir..." she whimpered again, tangling her fingers into his hair. He stopped, leaning back against the board. "What about now?" He asked, licking his lips.

She blinked a few times before frowning at him. "Do you think I should forgive them?" She asked, staring at the collar of his shirt.

"I know you're upset, but ignoring them isn't the right thing. I can't tell you what to do Baby-doll. Argue with them all you want. Maybe they'll realise that what they did was wrong?" He soothed gently.

"It's too late to realise anything now. It's too late." She said shakily.

"Would you be happier if we... terminated this marriage? Separated?" He asked hesitantly. She looked up at him with shock. "You would do that?"

"Zahara, I know we've known each other for a short while... but I hate seeing you this way. I'm not going to force you to live with me just because I'm okay with it." He frowned sadly.

She stayed quiet, unsure of what to say. She wasn't unhappy with him. He was willing to give her everything that she wanted, not stopping her from studying, which is all she wanted for now. After what seemed a long time she finally answered him.

"I... I don't want that." She whispered, looking away. "I... I guess I'll go with you, but not yet. Can you say you'll confirm a date with them?" She agreed reluctantly, fidgeting with her shirt.

"Of course Baby-doll. Whenever you're ready." He smiled. He turned them over, leaning over her as she stared up at him with wide eyes.

He grabbed her wrists again, pinning them beside her head as he leaned down, kissing her jawline. Her eyes fluttered closed as his lips tickled her neck. "Samir..." she whispered, pulling her arms slightly. "Do you want me to stop?" He asked, sliding his mouth over her ear.

"What are you going to do?" She asked, biting her lip. "Whatever you want me to." She blushed again at being so close to him. This was one thing she never had time for; relationships.

They had a spark that she couldn't deny, his age didn't bother her anymore. He remained patient with her at all times, even when she got angry.

"I- I don't want to try anything different," She mumbled unsure of what his reaction would be, but his response was just a grin.

"I'd die a happy man if you let me kiss your sweet lips every day."

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