Page 17 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

His head is thrown back, his expression of excruciating ecstasy—-

Why?

While the woman he's having sex with looks absolutely and undeniably—-

DEAD.

"Yes, Jamie. Give it to me. I want it all."

The way she's saying all the right words—-

No. No. No.

And has her body moving in all the right ways—-

It makes me want to weep.

But I can't.

Because something else is happening at the same time.

Something that has to do withme.

Throughhim.

And it's making me lose my mind.

Aaaaaaah.

Everything about this is so impossibly twisted.

But I just can't make myself care because of the way Zahir is pleasuring me with his finger.

Aaaaaah.

It's all I can do not to scream as he pinches my nipple, and I just...

I just can't.

Even when it's so, so wrong for Jamieson tonotknow he's having sex with a corpse—-

Or that I'm hiding in the closet while watching him—-

I just can't make myself care.

Because the way Zahir is touching me is my every shameful fantasy coming to life.

And so when he whispers into my ear—-

"Kiss me."

Tears roll down my cheeks even as I turn my face to his.

His tongue thrusts inside my mouth just as I feel his fingers pinch my secret nub of flesh, and my tears are falling faster than ever.

Because I'm coming for the first time.

And I don't understand it.

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