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Beta Reader: Jensi

I sighed in exasperation for the millionth time today. How on earth have I ended up here again?

I've always fantasized about visiting the Sahara and when I finally got there I was shocked. What I saw was definitely not what I had in my mind when I pictured the beautiful golden paradise… it looked so sandy and deserted! The sun was burning hot and the air was dry, making me sweat and have my white veil stick to my neck and face and irritate me more. As if it wasn't bad enough that I'm being dragged across the world to see my supposed betrothed, I also have to suffer from these sickening surroundings. I looked at my nanny that came along with me through my journey, since according to my mother a young lady shouldn't travel alone and she can't leave her poker séances to accompany her only daughter to meet the one she is supposed to marry in a couple of months. I shifted uncomfortably in my spot, collecting my skirts and tugging them underneath me. My nanny didn't seem to mind the sorry excuse of transportation mean we were in while I was huffing all the time, sighing loudly, and even pouting.

"Oh stop acting like a baby! You're going to meet your fiancé so it won't kill you if you got some dirt under your nails." My nanny snapped without even looking at me…her eyes fixed at the scene outside the howdah as the camel kept on walking, making me lean right and left consecutively while my nanny didn't even budge.

"I am not a baby!" I said in defence, "he could have gone to England instead of dragging me here!" To be honest I was a bit excited about the concept of travelling and living an adventure. My life is pretty much dull and boring, so when my supposed fiancé sent a letter to my father asking- more like demanding- to have me sent to where his current location is right now I was thrilled. The Great Deserts in Saudi Arabia. He was the owner of many gold mines here and since he's too busy to go and meet the woman he bought to marry, he sent after me to come over, but I never thought the place to be this horrific. The person that I hate more than my supposed fiancé right now is my father for accepting his marriage proposal. It was obvious that the only reason my father accepted was because he is rich. He didn't care to ask about him, since his money and the gifts he sent were more than enough to convince my father of accepting his offer. I'm feeling like a piece of expensive furniture that was bought and shifted to its new owner…and soon to be used. That thought made me shudder. I wonder what my fiancé will look like. Will he be a nice man? Will I like him? Will he like me? What if he didn't like me?

"What are you looking at anyway?" I peeked over her shoulder straining my neck to see what caught her attention for the last three hours but the only thing that came into my sight was tons and tons of sand.

My nanny sighed in longing, "this place is so romantic! I can barely wait for us to camp here tonight."

That earned her another screech from me.

I flopped heavily on the ground, wincing as I hit my bottom painfully. "How did mother forget to mention that I'm sleeping in the middle of nowhere where insects," I smacked my hand on my thigh to kill one of the damn creatures "are crawling around and there isn't hot water to have a bath?"

My nanny raised her eyes from the fire and looked at me. She gave me a disapproving look when she noticed I was wearing my nightgown. "First of all, you won't die if you spent the day without soaking in hot water, and even if we are in the middle of nowhere, that doesn't give you the excuse to come out dressed like that! A lady should never be seen in her nightgown outside her bedroom by anyone but her nanny or husband."

"Well it's only you here." I whined, cutting her long speech and earning myself another disapproving glare. I fought the urge to roll my eyes for I was sure if I did that nothing will stop her from making me go to bed without supper for the next month. No wonder I feel I'm not ready to get married when my nanny treats me like a kid, while my mother and father don't acknowledge my existence unless they need to parade me in front of their friends.

"That's not an excuse…up to your roo- tent."

I couldn't help the laugh that came bubbling out of my throat. I stood up and dusted my gown from the sand, but my hands froze on my thighs with my body bent a bit to the front, hearing strange cries coming from all around us, and fires started in a sphere surrounding my tent and those of the men my fiancé send to accompany me to his place safely.

"What's happening?" I screamed panicking as sand flew in the air, making seeing anything a very difficult task.

I started coughing and strained to see where my nanny is.

"Nanny where are you?" I screamed as havoc erupted around me. There were men screaming and horses whining. "Ronda?" I tried using her first name, but no one answered me. "Ronda, where are you?" I screamed more as tears started rolling down my face. The screams were getting higher and I could notice the distinct sound of metal clicking together. Swords.

I heard voices talking in a foreign language as horses with knights in black came from everywhere. We were getting raided by the Sahara bandits. Oh my God… that's not good. This is horrible.

I kept on hearing the screams of men around me and the yells of the raiders, but I didn't know what was happening. I twirled on the ground, but I couldn't see anything. I tried to run to my tent, since my nanny is right and this isn't a way for strangers to see me… strangers that shouldn't be here to start with. They could take all the money and goods for all I care as long they don't hurt anyone.

As I moved towards my tent, a large black magnificently glorious stallion came into my view and a long figure jumped off the back of the stallion and landed with the grace of a cat on the ground. Somehow, he got me transfixed with his movements. The man's face was hidden behind the black kufiya he had around his head and neck. He grabbed one of the panicked men that were near and said something to him in Arabic. To my utter chagrin, the man pointed at me before being pushed to the ground by the intimidating man.

In a slow movement the black clad man turned his head towards me, his black eyes sharply meeting my frightened green ones.

I whimpered pathetically before I took off in the opposite direction. I only had the chance to take four steps before two strong arms came around my waist pulling me back against a stone hard chest and trapping me there.

I screamed hard, my voice hoarse and my throat hurting as I fought against the arms that held me. One of his hands let go of my waist, allowing my hope to swell inside my chest for a second before his hand came back, but this time to my face and to press a white piece of cloth to my nose and mouth. I knew that the cloth will probably have a sedative and I tried as much as I can not to breathe, and I guess my captor noticed that. His other arm, the one that was still around my waist trailed down and glided between my thighs making me gasp into the cloth at the rude and ungentlemanly gesture he just did. I felt everything blur around me as I inhaled the strong smell before blackness consumed me, making me lose consciousness.

.

I moaned and flailed my hands till I touched something very fluffy. I was lying in the most comfortable bed I have ever had the good fortune to lay in and I hugged the fluffy pillow, burying my face in it and moaning my appreciation before I tried to go back to sleep.

Hearing the sound of a camel nearby made me snap my eyes open as I recalled that I'm not in England anymore.

I sat up in the huge bed and looked around me. I was in what seemed to be a very fancy tent. The red and golden silk adorning the interior of the tent seemed a bit too much. The strong smells of burning incense adding to my dizziness. Where the hell am I? I kicked the soft covers off of me and stepped on the lush carpet that covered the floor. How could a stupid tent in the middle of the Sahara be fancier than my parents' house?

I looked around as I held the bottom of my nightgown in my hands, ready to sprint any second.

"I see the beautiful princess has finally woken up." A deep voice with an obvious accent spoke from behind me.

With dread settling deep inside of my stomach, I mechanically turned around only to gasp in horror and blush furiously. A man, wearing nothing but a pair of black riding pants and a pair of black boots was sprawled on the pillows on the floor. His tanned and toned chest was exposed shamelessly. My eyes trailed down the small line of hair that disappeared inside his pants. I snapped my eyes to his face as I noticed where exactly my sight was heading to next. He had a square jaw and full lips under a straight nose, with his cheek bones high and his eyebrows arching like a sword. His forehead doesn't have any creases or lines, showing that he's probably in his mid to late twenties. His thick black strands were dishevelled, adding to his barbaric look but what scared me the most in his features are his midnight black eyes. I've never seen eyes that dark and menacing. A tremor coursed through my spine when I noticed that he was checking me out as well, but his eyes weren't trying to be kind or hiding what exactly they're focused on. I felt him undressing me with those feral eyes. I shifted uncomfortably in my place before I could summon enough courage to speak.

"Wh-who are you? Whe-where am I?"

"I'm called Sheikh Khaled Ben Abi Abd Alnour. I am the ruler of the northern part of this Sahara…A place you and your men have rudely walked in without asking my permission."

I cut him off quickly trying to defend both my men and myself "W-We did-didn't know that Mr. Sheikh Sir."

The stupid sheikh laughed out loud, his laughter a rich sound that glided inside my ears and made goose bumps erupt all over my skin.

"We didn't mean to offend you so I hope you allow us to-to…" what exactly? Think Bailey what should you say? I felt dumb standing there in front of him, feeling like a scared little mouse trying to come up with a diplomatic answer "to move on under your protection to our destination where I'm sure my fiancé will be more than generous in showing his appreciation." Good girl Bailey. That's an offer he shouldn't be able to refuse.

His eyes darkened as a deep crease formed between his brows. That can't be good.

"Woman, how dare you insult me by offering me money like I'm one of your servants you laugh at with few pounds." His muscles tensed and I couldn't resist the urge of having a quick look at his chest. He stood up and my eyes almost bulged out of their sockets as in two quick strides he was able to stand in front of me, too near for my comfort.

"I have no interest in your fiancé's money…on another hand you might come up with a better offer than what your fiancé can offer." He raised one of his eyebrows as he looked expectantly at me.

"I have nothing to offer you. Mr. Sheikh, but I can assure you that my fiancé is a very rich man who will be very grateful to have his fiancée sent to his place safe and sound."

The sheikh gave me a predatory smirk. "How about your fiancé keeps his money and I keep his woman in change?"

I gasped at his rude comment, but I didn't get the chance to voice my opinion in him for one of his hands came around my waist and pulled me flush against his body, his warmth seeping through the thin material of my nightgown.

"His beautiful fiancée… I am sure she can make me forget the offence she just made…with her lush body, her soft curves, her golden curls and her pink lips." His other hand came up to my face and his thumb caressed my cheek before it touched my lower lip. I wanted to bite his thumb off.

"Please take your hands off of me… what you're doing is highly offensive, Sir." I wanted to smack him, poke him in the eye and pull his hair out of their roots! How dare he touch me and suggest such things to me! But I know if I want to get out of here alive I need to be as diplomatic as possible.

"What you did by trespassing and rudely offering me money is offensive my lady." His voice sounded very sharp as anger burned in those dark eyes and his arm tightened around my waist till his embrace became excruciating.

"What you're going to do to me and to my men then?" I was very scared because somehow I was able to predict his answer.

"You all now belong to me! Your men will become very helpful in working around my lands. It is the price they will pay for your insult."

"What about me? What will happen to me? Please send-"

My plea was cut short as his sound boomed inside the flaps of his tent and almost made me faint. "You belong to me as well, and you will make a great addition to my harem. I thought of selling you off to a sheikh of the neighbouring tribes and get a great price in exchange, but I think I'll keep you here and make you make those delightful sounds you were making while asleep… but this time they will be because of me and with you awake." I could feel my blood running cold and my face becoming deathly pale. This cannot be happening to me! I was supposed to go meet my fiancé…the man that I should marry and become his respectful wife and not become this hateful man's pleasure slave!

"No-no-no-no…thi-this this can't be happening. You can't do this! Sebastian will make sure to find you and punish you if you even dare to touch me." I know I should act fast or I'll start to hyperventilate and become as helpless as I can be, so I raised my foot and kicked his shin as hard as possible.

I was never as thankful for wearing those stupid shoes as I was now when I heard the stupid sheikh mumbling some very colourful curses under his breath as he freed my waist and face and bent down a bit to rub his sore shin. I didn't wait to enjoy the painful expression passing on his handsome face.

I darted towards the tent's entrance and quickly ran out of the suffocating place and to the outside. I was expecting to be thrilled once I'm out but the shock rooted me in my place.

We were still in the stupid Sahara, but the second I stepped out I was surrounded by men. They all looked so rogue and dangerous. They were dressed in the same black outfits from last night and their swords were lying dormant on their sides. Some of them had black rimmed eyes while others had strange tattoos on their foreheads or chins. They started moving towards me, closing in on me from all the directions, and being with the sheikh suddenly sounded very appealing in comparison to being with this pack of wolves. One of them raised his hands and was about to touch my hair when a sound, one that I was a bit familiar with, boomed from behind me and made all the men take a step away from me.

The sheikh said something in Arabic and his men started to laugh. They were all still looking at me as some of them made comments, and more laughing erupted around me. I felt my cheeks flush because I had the feeling that they were talking about me.

The sheikh's strong hands came around my waist as he spun me around quickly, making me feel dizzy before hauling me up in his arms and throwing me on his right shoulder as if I was a sack of potatoes. His right hand slapped my behind, causing more laughs before he walked back inside his tent.

I was dropped unceremoniously on top of the fluffy bed.

"How dare you run away from me," he hissed at me, his eyes dangerously narrowing until they became slits.

I didn't move from my position on the bed "You had no right to do what you did to me!" I all but screeched at him, but he didn't wince as I expected. "I am not your property, you barbaric man! I demand you to apologize for acting so disrespectfully in front of your men and for for uh…"

"For spanking your lovely ass in front of them?"

What an unsophisticated man! His words made me blush but I refused to break our eye contact.

"an-and for laughing at me outside you… and your pack of wolves."

The sheikh smirked a one sided smirk before kneeling on the bed next to my feet. I withdrew them quickly afraid of having him touching me.

"Well my pack of wolves' advice actually makes sense." He drawled.

Advice? What kind of advice? I didn't need to voice my question as the stupid sheikh continued in his explanation.

"They actually told me that when one of my women runs away from her duties I should spank her then fuck her… now I got the first part down so I think we should move to the second part of their advice."

I could feel my heart thumping heavily inside my ribcage. What kind of savage men are those? And what kind of a stupid advice is this anyway? Women aren't their properties! "If-if you even dare to touch me, I'm going to scream," I all but threatened as I scrambled back on the bed trying to get away from him.

The sheikh smiled, "go ahead and scream as much as you want. That will only add to my reputation amongst my men."

"A reputation of violence?" I asked, bewildered by his comment.

"Women don't scream only from pain, you little girl." He eyed my body for a minute, his eyes lingering on some specific parts more than they should before our eyes met again.

"Sebastian will kill you if you dare to touch me!" I could feel tears gathering in my eyes but I blinked quickly for a couple of times till the flood cleared from my eyes. I will be damned before crying in front of this beast of a man.

"I'm assuming this Sebastian is your fiancé…where is he now? Why isn't he here right now defending your honour?" he asked meanly. "Amar!" he called and turned his head towards the tent's entrance in impatience.

A woman wearing a black chador and strange tattoo that looks like a jumble of points and lines on her chin walked inside the tent and bowed down in front of the bed where the sheikh was still kneeling.

"Ehrasi ala an touhadiriha jayidan…" I tuned down the sheikh's babbling with the woman, since I couldn't understand a word of the gibberish he was saying. Now what I need to know is how to escape from here and get to Sebastian before the barbaric sheikh decides to go forward with his threat.

I looked at the sheikh when he stopped talking only to find him glaring at me.

"Women will come here to help you clean up and prepare you to become presentable. Do not attempt to do anything foolish because, my beautiful, you won't be able to run away. The tent is being guarded. Just focus on looking eye-catching for me when I get back to you."

I scoffed at him. Eye-catching? Is he delirious? I will not allow him to make me one of his mistresses but I did not voice my thoughts in the hopes of having him leave the tent so I can be able to escape without having him right on my tail.

The sheikh stood up and walked out of the tent not even bothering in covering his naked chest. Savage.

The second he stepped out the woman called for someone in Arabic and five women stepped inside the tent holding a huge wooden tub full of steaming water. I almost drooled at the sight of the tub but I straightened my face and refused to show any interest or even any cooperation for that matter.

The women placed the tub in the middle of the tent and the one the sheikh talked to, Amar, tried to usher me inside the tub. I glared at the poor woman, making her flinch. They are deeply mistaken if they think I'm going to help them.

Amar didn't seem to be in the mood for my childish acts because she left the tent with her face a bit red.

I smirked in triumph and raised an eyebrow while looking at the remaining five women. They were all wearing black chadors like Amar but none of them had facial tattoos. They looked funny afraid of me.

My smile soon disappeared when Amar stormed in with the sheikh following her.

"You're refusing to take your bath?" he asked, his face expressionless.

I gulped nervously, but didn't attempt to answer him.

"Ekhrojo w etrekuna li wahdina w Amar yomnaa manaan batan doukhul ahad ila huna mahma sameiton mn aswat."

Couldn't the damned man speak in English! What I was hearing didn't make any sense at all. What if he was planning to kill me?

The six women scurried outside without even glancing towards me, leaving me alone with the sheikh. I guess I really did scare them. I snickered inwardly at that.

"Better get inside the tub now while your water is still warm, because even if I have to wash you in freezing water you are going to clean yourself."

Did he just make it sound like I'm dirty? I fought the urge to sniff my dress and hair. Do I look that dirty? I only spent a day without taking a bath, but who knows with being in the Sahara all day surrounded by sand and more sand under the scorching sun?

"What do you say?" the sheikh's question pulled me out of my thoughts.

"I will not do as you say…release me right now, and I promise that my fiancé and the British army won't be coming after you." I glared at him to show him how serious I was being.

The sheikh stayed unresponsive for a minute.

I squealed when his hand took hold of my wrist and dragged me out of bed. I would have fallen on the floor if the sheikh didn't pull me hurriedly against his naked chest. His free arm circled my waist while the second one freed my wrist and he bent forward a bit and his arm went under my knees. I squealed again when he held me in his arms bridal style and walked towards the tub.

Trashing and flailing my arms and legs like a duck, the stupid sheikh lowered me into the water, my dress soaking and puffing around me like a wet balloon.

"Take off your dress and start scrubbing yourself clean."

I looked at the sheikh with big eyes. Is he serious? I was not about to undress myself in front of him, no matter how little I am wearing right now. I'd rather die than do what he wants.

"C-can you turn your back so I can take it off?" I tried to look as convincing as possible.

"No. I will be seeing you naked very soon so it won't make any differences."

Rude, Barbaric, Savage, Bloody asshole. "Please, sheikh. I won't ask you for anything else."

"You don't have the right to ask me anything to start with."

I wish I could mirror his expressionless face because right now I'm sure I look hilarious with all the emotions crossing my face. I want to kill him!

"Save me some of my dignity, Sheikh. I am not prepared yet." I tried my luck or the last time. I was sure if he answered me with another one of his rude remarks I was about to explode.

The sheikh sighed in exasperation before he turned around giving me his back. He crossed his arms over his chest. "You have one second."

Before he could finish his sentence I was out of the water. As I stepped outside the tub and on one of the goat furs the sheikh turned around and looked at me. He looked…bored?

"Did you really think that I won't hear the splashing you were making? I thought you're smarter than that but apparently you just keep on proving me wrong."

"I will not-"

My heated objection was cut short when the sheikh continued as he seemed uninterested in hearing me. "Get back inside the water but as a punishment take off your dress before."

My blood boiled inside my veins as I turned around and tried to run towards the end of the tent in the hopes of being able to raise the curtain used as a wall to get out.

But before I got the chance to take a few steps I felt a great weight on my back pushing me down. I fell on the carpeted floor with the sheikh lying on my back.

"Get off of me you beast." I screamed, my voice muffled by the stupid furry thing lying under me.

I felt his weight centring on the back of my thighs as he pulled himself up on his knees.

I tried to get up as well, but the sound of tearing clothes came to my ears and I could feel a gentle breeze licking on my wet back.

What the hell? The sheikh moved a bit and I was flipped on my back and had my dress quickly pulled off of me, leaving me naked as the day I was born.

Despite saying I didn't want to cry, I felt tears stinging the sides of my eyes. The sheikh hurriedly straddled my thighs again and looked down at my body.

I was shocked and rendered speechless as I looked at him. My eyes were full of hurt and humiliation, while his full of lust and desire. This can't be happening to me.

"Do not test my patience, little girl." The way he was looking at my body was unnerving but not more than the fact that I was lying naked on the floor in front of a stranger.

His hands took hold of my wrists again and I was hauled off the ground and dragged back towards the tub. The sheikh threw me unceremonially inside the tub. Water splashed around me as I fell inside the wooden bathtub, scraping my knees painfully from my kneeling position, and getting my hair soaked in the process.

I wanted to get up again, but what I saw in front of me made me turn into a gaping idiot. The sheikh had already removed his boots and he was lowering his riding pants. Thankfully, my brain was able to function again and I closed my eyes before he could lower his pants under his hips but the quick glimpse I saw made me blush. I felt him sliding behind me and his hands came around me and rested on my waist.

I bit on my lower lip to stop the whimper that was about to come out. I will not cry or beg him.

"Take your filthy hands off of me. You have no right to touch me." I hissed under my breath.

His hands left my waist to my delight and I sighed in relief. It only took me to ask him not so politely to leave me alone for him to comply. I was about to smile but his hands came back again but this time one was on my shoulder while the other, holding a sponge started gliding up and down my back. I wanted to trash around, turn and scratch his eyes out of their sockets but I know it's a failing cause right now. I have to wait for my best chance to escape again.

He came a bit closer to me and pushed my knees apart with his. His hand, the one with the sponge, slid towards my stomach and he used it to push me back till I was pressed completely against his front.

I clenched my fists tightly, my nails painfully digging into my palms as I felt his hard chest pressed firmly against my back, his lower body nestled shamelessly between my parted thighs. His hand went up to my neck and he gently rubbed my skin before dropping a soft kiss at the base of my neck. I started heaving, my lungs desperate for the air that's getting stuck in my throat and not reaching my lungs.

Why is he doing this to me? Trespassing doesn't give him the right to own me! I was about to voice my ideas when his hands cupped my breasts. I gasped, having air stuck in my throat and losing my voice to his sudden movement. His right hand pinched my nipple and started tugging on the little nub. The sheikh hummed his approval next to my ear as my nipple hardened between his fingers. I didn't know what I was feeling at that moment, and the swirl of emotions was making me feel dizzy. I was being touched by a man, someone who isn't my husband, my fiancé, or my lover. He was a complete stranger using me for his own pleasure.

"No," I shook my head as I reaped the same word over and over again. My hands came up and held his wrists. I tried pushing at his wrists to make him leave my chest but the only thing I succeeded in accomplishing was to push myself more against his chest.

"You do NOT say no to me." The sheikh hissed vehemently against my skin as he planted open mouthed kisses down my neck and shoulders.

"No! Stop it." I whispered.

He pinched my nipples harder, almost painfully. "I said you do not say no to me. Now be quiet."

I clutched the sides of the tub and pushed myself up, but he tightened his hold on my breasts and kept me snuggled against him.

"You savaged man," I screeched, "I do not want you to touch me! I demand you to remove your disgusting hands off of me and release me and my men at once." I managed to turn around and face the sheikh but I have the feeling I was only capable to do so because he allowed it.

The sheikh had a feral grin on his face. "I must say you are a fighter, little girl. I like that in a woman. Answer me this one question and I'll leave you alone...for now. Not for long, but for a few hours."

I raised my hands and crossed them over my chest to hide my nudity. "What do you want to ask?" I might as well win myself some time.

"Why are you fighting me?" he had the nerves to ask such a silly question.

I scoffed before giving him, as I had later realized, not the smartest answer. "Are you stupid?"

His hand came around my waist and he hugged me tightly against his chest. My hands flew upwards, my palms placed on his chest as I tried to place a bit of space between our bodies. I could barely breathe with having my chest squeezed so tightly against his.

I gasped out loud when his other hand touched me down between my legs, cupping my womanhood.

"One, that wasn't very nice to say," his hand started drawing circular patterns around my nub. "Two, I ask the questions here." He moved his thumb and placed it on top of my clit and applied some pressure before continuing with the circular motion. "Three, never and I mean under any circumstance try to disrespect me." His middle finger grazed my nether lips before he pushed it inside of my hole and I couldn't help but to release a whimper at the strange sensation of being penetrated.

"No, let go." I whimpered again as he sped up his fingers pace, a tingling caused by his thumb accompanied by discontent caused by his middle finger.

"Answer me, God damn it."

Tears burned inside my eyes, "I don't understand. What do you want me to say?" I sounded weak, something I never thought myself to be.

He pushed his index alongside with his middle finger as his pace turned furious, rubbing fast inside me and heat started spreading through my lower abdomen. "Why are you resisting me? Is it out of respect to the man you're about to get married to? If that's so, my beautiful, he won't know." He lowered his mouth to my neck and started sucking on my pulse.

"No." I struggled again and again but his hold just kept on becoming tighter around me and I could barely breathe.

"No what?"

"It is out of respect to both myself and my fiancé! It's something you won't ever understand." And that was the truth.

The sheikh hooked his fingers inside of me and scrubbed harshly on my sensitive walls.

"Ah-ah...no." Whimpers and moans got mixed together. I've never felt like that.

"I'll let you go and your men free if you sleep with me now."

I dig my fingers in his back. I wish I have long nails so I can tear his skin off but the only thing I caused was few scratches.

"No." I won't do that.

"Selfish." His word threw me off track. Was he calling me or himself selfish?

Feeling my head becoming too heavy for my neck to hold, I placed it on his shoulder. My breathing became shallow and his tight embrace didn't help me with my breathing problems. "You're such a selfish little girl who only cares about herself." He hummed next to my ear. I couldn't raise my head off his shoulder. I didn't even know if I wanted him to stop what he was doing with his fingers right now, or keep on pumping them inside me.

Tremors coursed up and down my spine, as my muscles twitched and rippled. I felt tears gathering in my eyes again, but this time I couldn't help it when they started rolling down my cheeks.

"Say yes." His voice rumbled.

"No." I whimpered pathetically. He kept on moving his fingers, the nice sensation turning into a one of discomfort and pain. He growled deep inside his throat.

"Surrender! Say yes."

I shook my head. I will not say yes to him. I didn't want to cause the men and my nanny any harm, but at the same time I can't succumb to this stranger's demand.

His other hand held a chunk of my hair and raised my head. "You will." He said before crushing my lips against his and stealing my first kiss. The pleasurable sensation returned, and this time stronger than the first. I struggled to breath against his mouth but I couldn't. Seconds and I felt blackness consuming everything around me.

~%~%~%~END OF PART ONE~%~%~%~

I wanted to write a short story for a while now so I hope you liked what you read! :D

This short story is only two chapters and depending on the feedback that it receives I'll decide if I'll write the second part! :)

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