My Blessing

My Blessing

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Sameeha Abdul was just a maid, but her boss, Aunty Mariam, never treated her as one. Working for one of the wealthiest families in her country, Sameeha thought that it was an honour and privilege to be working for them. Unfortunately the devilishly handsome Mohammad Anas Abbas-Aunty Mariam's son- never thought it was an honour to have someone as sweet and caring and gentle as Sameeha for a maid. To him she was annoying, a people pleaser, a fake. However that annoyance only grew as his mother's last dying wish was for him to get married to her. ******** Disclaimer ⚠️ This book contains scenes of abuse and violence. Please Note: My username changed to @OfficiallyBrave
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"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

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