Royal Secrets (Shhhh)

Chapter 60. ~ Her Samar ~

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"Hukum... will I get pr... pregnant now?"

His body went rigid instantly. The hand in her hair tightened, gripping the strands hard-not enough to hurt, but enough to show he was mad. His chest puffed up, muscles tensing like he was holding back a storm. His jaw locked tight, teeth grinding together, and his nostrils flared as he sucked in a harsh breath. He didn't expect her to think like that, and it annoyed him that she didn't know better.

Samar's reaction hit him like a jolt, unexpected and sharp, because he knew they'd only done oral sex-not the real thing. Her innocence caught him off guard, and it sparked a flash of anger in him.

He jerked his head down to look at her, his dark eyes blazing with a mix of shock and irritation. For a split second, they widened, showing he was surprised, but then they narrowed into a hard, angry glare. His eyebrows pulled together, deep lines forming, and his lips pressed into a thin, tight line. He stared at her like she'd said something foolish, his gaze sharp and punishing, cutting through her innocent, nervous face-her red cheeks, her trembling lips, her wide, clueless eyes.

His hand on her waist squeezed harder, fingers digging into her skin, pinning her in place like he was reminding her who was in charge. He sat up a little, looming over her, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else. The air felt heavy, thick with his sudden fury. He didn't say anything at first-just stared, letting his silence and his hard look make her squirm.

Then, in a low, rough growl, he snapped, "Pregnant? From this?" His voice dripped with mockery, sharp and mean, like he couldn't believe she'd ask something so stupid. He knew she didn't understand-knew she was innocent-but it didn't stop him from being mad. Her question challenged his control, and he didn't like that.

He leaned closer, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin. "You think a baby comes from my mouth on you?" he hissed, his tone dark and biting, his dominance roaring to life. His eyes locked onto hers, daring her to look away, to try and explain herself. His grip on her hair tugged a little, pulling her head back just enough to make her feel small under him.

Dhara flinched, her eyes widening with fear and confusion, but he didn't soften. He was mad-mad that she didn't know, mad that she'd made him feel caught off guard. "You're mine," he said, his voice cold and commanding, "but don't be a fool. You don't get pregnant like that." His words were harsh, meant to put her in her place, to stamp his authority back over her.

He let go of her hair suddenly, dropping his hand like she wasn't worth the effort, and leaned back a bit, still glaring. "Next time, think before you speak," he warned, his tone low and dangerous, his eyes never leaving her. He stayed close, towering over her, making sure she felt his power, his anger, and the reminder that he was the one who knew everything-not her.

He didn't care about her innocence right then; he just wanted her to feel his control, to shut down her silly question, and to make sure she never surprised him like that again.

Samar's anger erupted like a volcano when Dhara's innocent, fumbling question-"Hukum... will I get pr... pregnant now?"-hit his ears. It wasn't just irritation; it was a blazing fury that consumed him, her naivety striking him like a personal insult. His face hardened into a mask of rage, his jaw locking so tight it seemed it might shatter, his dark eyes narrowing into slits of fire as he glared down at her.

Dhara shrank beneath that look, her heart sinking into a pit of embarrassment and fear. Her cheeks burned with shame, her own words echoing in her mind like a cruel taunt. How could she have asked something so foolish? She cursed herself silently, her stomach twisting as she realized she'd shattered the fragile beauty of their moment with her ignorance. No one had ever taught her these things-not in school, where her biology teacher had skipped the chapter on reproduction with a dismissive wave, leaving her in the dark, nor among her friends, who never included her in their whispered talks about boys and bodies. She'd been too shy to ask, too afraid to admit she didn't understand, and now that ignorance had betrayed her.