Page 46 of I Accidentally Married A Sheikh

I'm gasping and choking back a laugh at the same time.

Did Kivr's most respected war hero just crack a—-

Zahir suddenly pulls me off the wall and turns us both the other way.

OH.

I finally understand why he recently had a full-length mirror installed in the en-suite, and I'm nowsufferingreaping its full benefit with our reflection staring back at us.

"Z-Zahir."

Wickedness gleams in his eyes as he reaches between my legs, and my knees fold completely as he starts stroking my quivering flesh with his sponge.

Over and over and over.

Until I'm sobbing and begging him to end the torture.

But this only makes him move his hand faster and faster, and it's only because he's still holding me against his powerful body that I haven't yet crumbled.

"P-Please..."

"As you wish, wife."

But instead of letting me go, he thrusts into me without warning, and with so much force that I end up bending from the waist down, andaaaah.

Every thrust hits me just right.

Every thrust drives me wild.

But what has me spiraling out of control is when he whispers into my ear—-

"I love you, Alysse."

I shatter at those words, and as soon as I sob the words back to him, my husband is right behind me, his hips pumping hard against me over and over as he fills me with my seed.

ZAHIR INSISTS ON DRIVINGme to school after our, um, shower, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry as he also insists on walking me to class. I honestly understand his concern, and I know I'm still not completely safe untilEl Diablo's trial comes to an end, but...isn't this a little too much, considering how he already has undercover bodyguards following meeverywhere?

"I'll see you later,habibti."

He kisses my forehead before walking away, and I'm pretty sure I'mnotthe only one silently sighing as I watch him walk away.

Howcan anyone be so, so perfect?

All eyes are on me as I get to my seat, and their gazes are freakishlyadmiring. I never had any trouble blending in the background while dating Jamieson. But now?

I'm still inordinately fond of sweats, but they can apparently pass as "fashionable" depending on the price tag they come with. I'm still a college student with an ordinate fondness for fantasy novels based onAlice's Adventures in Wonderland—-but I've also organically gained a social media following of sorts since people think of me as a modern-day Alysse while Zahir is my Sheikh of Hearts.

It's strangely, embarrassing, and somewhat funny all at the same time, but I also can't help smiling every time Zahir's friends rib him over it—-

"Hear ye, hear ye, citizens of the University of Christopoulos."

The voice coming from the PA system distracts me from my thoughts. It's Leandro Christopoulos, the Greek billionaire who owns the university, and I'm not sure why he's talking like someone from the Middle Ages?

"In gratitude and recognition of the sizable donation from certain noblemen of the Kingdom of Kivr who wish to remain anonymous—-"

Oh no.

"All students are invited to the Grand Hall this afternoon. Extra credits shall be rewarded to those who may suddenly feel faint-headed in the presence of the Sheikh of Hearts.Printedevidence is required and must be submitted to your professors. Let all who attend don their finest Wonderland array, befitting the splendor of His Sexiness' court."

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