His silence his pride ( continuation)
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He came very close to her. Mahra pushed his chest in a snap of second he took her hands and pinned above her head.
Mahra had read enough romantic books to corrupt her mind. Mahra close her eyes in anticipation. She felt Zayed's breathing in her ear.
Zayed whisper in low voice " you don't need to seduce me wifey all you need to ask me afterall I am the one who can fulfill your physical needs. Trust me I will not disappoint and I will make sure that you'll not able to walk for weeks. "
This story is continuation of "His silence his pride" . please read the first story to understand this. The first story was written by some other author but they put it on hold for years and the readers were waiting for the update. And I thought of completing on my own. I am a published author please give a chance you'll be thrilled to know how good my writing is. Anyways "sit down and begun " .
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