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"If I have to teach you obedience through pain, I will. If I have to teach you through pleasure, I will. Either way, you’ll learn that I do not tolerate disobedience."
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Aamirah gulped, her slender fingers trembling as she clutched the fabric of his shirt, her heart pounding against her ribs like a caged bird, she shook her head hearing his hard voice, obviously she lied because she thought it as best way to avoid any unnecessary drama.
She looked up at him with wide, tear-filled doe eyes, uncertainty and fear swirling within their depths. Her breath hitched as she hesitated before closing the distance between them, wrapping her arms around his torso in a desperate embrace. Her head rested against his well-toned chest, the rhythmic thudding of his heartbeat a stark contrast to the storm raging inside her.
She whimpered softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “Your grandmother and… and my mother said that…” she knew he won't end it till he has his truth.
He tensed slightly at her words, his dark eyes narrowing as he gazed down at her. His rough, calloused hands moved with an unexpected gentleness, trailing slowly up and down her back in a soothing motion, his warmth enveloping her like a silent promise of protection.
“Said what?” he asked, his voice deep and edged with quiet intensity.
Aamirah’s throat tightened, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as if anchoring herself. She felt so small in his arms, so utterly vulnerable. A shaky breath escaped her lips before she found the courage to respond.
“That I should never refuse you,” she whispered, her voice breaking as she forced the words out. “That it would be a sin. And that you… you would get mad at me.”
Silence.
Osman’s entire body went rigid, his jaw clenching so tightly it looked as if it might shatter under the strain. A flicker of something dark and unreadable passed through his stormy gaze, the air between them thick with tension. For a long moment, he said nothing—only his measured breaths and the distant crackling of the fireplace filled the room.
Then, with deliberate slowness, he inhaled deeply, exhaling just as steadily as if reining himself in from an oncoming tempest. His fingers tightened slightly on her back before he finally spoke, his voice quieter but laced with unmistakable steel.
“If I wanted to fuck you, then you wouldn’t still be sitting here, untouched and innocent.”
His blunt words sent a jolt through her, heat creeping up her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut. But before shame could settle, his next words made her breath catch.
“My woman has every right to express her discomfort. Nothing will happen unless you want it.”
His gaze bore into her, unwavering, resolute. “I brought you here as my legally wedded wife. You are my honor. The mother of my child. Not some bed warmer to be used and discarded at my whim.”
Aamirah shivered, not from fear this time, but from the weight of his words—the sheer authority and certainty in them. For so long, she had been conditioned to believe she was powerless, that her fate rested in the hands of people who dictated her worth. Yet here he stood, a man feared by all, a man who could take anything he wanted… and he was telling her she had a choice.
Her lips trembled as she looked up at him, her vision blurring with unshed tears. Osman’s gaze softened—just barely—but there was still something unreadable in those dark depths. With one last glance at her, he turned his attention to the small bundle sleeping soundly on the bed.
“Know your place, Aamirah.” His gaze locked onto hers, holding her captive. “And know that it is beside me… as my wife. As the mother of my child.”
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Romance••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could b...
