Mr. Al-Arab and I is a poignant exploration of love's unpredictable nature, the power of reconciliation, and the growth that arises from even the most difficult relationships. It reveals that sometimes, the most challenging bonds can evolve into the deepest connections, and that true love involves not only learning to love another person, but also learning to love oneself.
The novel centers on Manal and Bashir,despite a history of constant bickering and stark differences, are thrust together in an arranged marriage. Their relationship begins as a clash of personalities, with every interaction marked by tension and conflict.
Initially, their marriage is a compromise-a union forged out of necessity, rather than affection. Bashir, driven by his desire to protect and provide for his daughter whose mother has been taken by the cold hands of death claims deep love for Manal. What starts as a facade gradually evolves into something real. Over time, as they navigate the trials of marriage, Bashir's feelings for Manal grow, and the two begin to discover a deep, unexpected connection.
But love does not come easily. The path to happiness is fraught with challenges: cultural expectations, family pressures, differing customs and values, and the personal insecurities they each must confront. As the initial thrill of their union fades, they find themselves facing the complexities of everyday life, and their relationship once again feels like an emotional battleground.
In the end, Mr. Al-Arab and I is a journey of personal growth, forgiveness, and the profound realization that sometimes, love emerges where we least expect it-through conflict, vulnerability, and the willingness to evolve together.
Professor's Dark Desire
[18+] - just as a warning this story contains themes of abuse, assault, and unhealthy relationships. If these topics are difficult for you, please read with caution because this story is definitely on the darker side of dark romance <3
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"Tell me you little slut....." his hand moved from her thigh, nearing her soaking wet pussy.
"Am I the first to touch you like this?" He paused, plunging his middle finger into her needy cunt. She let out a piercing cry as his finger grazed her tight hole. "Fucking answer me" he roared thrusting his middle finger in and out of her whilst devouring her clit, a feeling she was so unfamiliar to. He looked up at her, watching her helpless little face plead for mercy.
"Answer......"
She couldn't form a sentence "I-......" her eyes widened when he took her clit between his teeth as punishment for not answering.
"Maybe......" Alejandro hated her response, it triggered him. He thrusted another finger into her earning another cry.
"Who?" He demanded an answer as he angrily fingered her inexperienced pussy. Thrusting in and out in deep strokes, earning a guttural moan each time.
"I'll fucking kill him" he spoke huskily, moving up to her jaw, harshly kissing it, still ploughing his fingers inside of her.
"Tell me Yara, who the fuck has touched you like this" he bellowed, using his free hand to squeeze her jaw in a menacing grip, making her hiss. He withdrew his hand mid-stroke, bringing his drenched fingers up to her and shoving them in her mouth, making her taste her own juices.
"Does he make you this wet?" He dug his fingers deeper into the back of the throat. Inflaming her gag reflexes. She let out a muffled sob.....