Free Slave to the Sheikh: by Nadia Aidan Page B

as he was, I wasn’t ready for him to enter me.  From the wildness in his eyes, I could tell he didn’t care.  I told myself I didn’t want this, I didn’t want him.  I even went so far as to protest.
    “No.” I shook my head as I fought to push against his chest.  My resistance was futile.  He silenced any further protest, by crushing his lips to mine.  His kiss was brutal, his possession of my body even more so.  I screamed as he violently entered me, but with our mouths locked, he swallowed my cry, and all the others that followed.
    This was worse than our first time in his office. Then, he’d been determined to force my submission so while he hadn’t exactly been gentle, he’d taken some care. But now he was actually angry with me, and his anger fueled every violent thrust inside my body, which made no sense because he was the one at fault, he’d been the one keeping his engagement a secret.  I struggled to make sense of the source of his fury, but it was impossible with him pounding in and out of my body mercilessly.
    I wasn’t certain how pleasure began to mingle with the pain, but somehow it did, and every time he slammed his way inside my pussy, forcing himself deeper into my tight passage, I grew wetter, until his cock was drenched with my cream.
    Despite the slickness of my arousal, it in no way diminished the pain of his cock pistoning roughly in and out of me.  When it became almost unbearable I finally wrenched my lips from his and begged him to stop.
    “I can’t,” he groaned against the hollow of my throat, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of my ass.  “This is what you do to me.  I need you. Do you understand?  You cannot leave me, because I need you.” I gasped as he slammed into me harder, deeper, the raw desperation in his voice, I could feel with every painful stroke inside my cunt.
    I could have forced him to stop, but instead I let him roughly use my body because I sensed he needed this, that he needed to stake his claim upon me in the most primal of ways.  He took me like an animal, without regard for my pleasure, but my body didn’t seem to notice or even care. When he shoved his cock into my pussy one final time, spurting his hot seed deep within me, his climax triggered mine, and I screamed out his name, my cries of pleasure blending with his hoarse growl of completion, which was muffled against my throat. 
    Our breathing was erratic as we clung to one another. Even after he softened, he still didn’t pull out of my body, actually it was the opposite.  He continued to rock against me, as if he could not get enough.
    “I have no intention or desire to marry, Sabeen,” he said eventually, when our breathing finally returned to normal.
    I was still stunned by what had just happened between us, so all I could do was nod.
    “I am not truly engaged,” he continued.  “Our fathers entered into a betrothal contract when Sabeen and I were still children.  I do not love her, nor have I ever planned to marry her.  She’s always known that, as well as my mother.  For reasons beyond my comprehension, they did not believe I was serious when I said I had no intention of honoring that contract, but I am certain they understand how serious I am now. You have to believe me.”
    His hands cupped my face, and his earnest expression pierced my resolve.  I wanted to tell him that he did not love me either, so what did it matter if I believed him or not? But the intensity with which he stared at me, told me that it mattered a great deal to him whether or not I believed him.  I knew I would regret my foolish acquiescence, but I wanted so much to believe he was telling the truth, so again, I nodded.
    “I believe you.”
    The relief in his eyes was potent, and had I had the strength, I would have smoothed my fingers across the frown lines now etched within his brow. 
    “I know I should have told you, but I’d hoped that when I did my betrothal contract would already be