"Don't be so rough," she begged, but her pleas fell on deaf ears. Sultan's tongue plunged into her folds, savagely tasting her innocence. She cried out, her body writhing beneath him.
His fingers joined the assault, mercilessly fucking her tight ent...
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Zara was detached from the outside world for a long time, which had seemed like a decade for her. She was lying on the bed, fighting her inner battle against the hunger inside her stomach. She had challenged him, "I am not going to consume a single grain from your house. Do you understand?"
Now, it was becoming terribly difficult for her to keep up with that challenge. Her resolve was dwindling by the second.
Baseer was concerned. Her worn-out demeanor was making him worried. He tried to feed her an apple, "I know you don't like me, but don't punish yourself for that. Eat, and slap me if you want."
"Just go," she somehow managed to say, trying to push him away. He was resolute and begged her to eat, "One bite, love. Just one, please...
She couldn't take it anymore and finally chomped on the apple he was holding near her lips. She snatched it from his hand, taking ravenous bites. He smiled, looking satisfied. "Okay, babe, I'll make something tastier for you to eat."
He left for the kitchen, letting her devour the apple. Tears blurred her eyes as she ate. She had finally accepted that there was no way to escape from him. What if she tried to threaten him at knifepoint to leave her?
She tiptoed to the kitchen with that plan, but her toes curled at the sight.
Baseer was standing shirtless, wearing a white apron that was getting stained by blood as he kept butchering a huge piece of meat. There were several other pieces of meat lying there. A scream escaped her mouth, gaining his attention as she started running in terror.
He was surprised as he took off the apron, rushing behind her. "Zara, stop!" he called out, his voice laced with concern.
"No, just don't come near me!" she cried, her words tinged with panic.
He finally managed to take hold of her, and she screamed, beating his chest. "I saw it... how can you just kill someone like this?In your kitchen?I know you are barbaric but this...?"
Realization dawned on him, and he said, "Zara those were some wild ducks that I hunted. I was going to cook them for dinner, not any human like you are thinking!"
"What?" she stammered, looking at him as he nodded. A smile escaped his mouth as he picked her up, carrying her into the house. Placing her gently on the bed, he laid her down, his movements smooth and deliberate.
She looked visibly embarrassed as he soothed her head, his touch light and tender. He couldn't help but be enchanted by her reddened face. As he brushed her hair, he leaned closer, nuzzling against her temple, which made her close her eyes with a mix of fear and an emotion she couldn't quite place. She couldn't help but feel uneasy as he leaned closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she averted her gaze, hoping to hide the fear in her eyes
