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She starts to pull away and I tighten my grip and laughing dark. “Where you going, sweetheart? Take it like a good girl.”

Finally, she places her hand on my shoulders, grinding down, riding me slowly at first, then faster as she adjusts as the head builds.

“Just like that, princess.”

She throws head back and closes her eyes.

“Eyes on me Treasure.” I growl, sucking one hard nipple into my mouth, squeezing the other in my palm. “Don’t you dare close your eyes. I want you to know who the hell is fucking you.”

Every part of her is sinking into my senses. Her soft skin as it sinks on my legs, the smell of cocoa butter and vanilla perfume. My grip on her ass, overflows in my fingers. I love it, I love that I can grip her, I can pound into her, and her body cushions me.

My eyes are focused on her dark brown ones as she rides me with her mouth murmuring saying something only, she alone can hear.

“I need more, please Tarek,”

With a sweeping movement I move her off of me, having her kneel on the chair.

“Ass up treasure,” I don’t give her a chance to think, with one with swift hard thrust I drive into her. She screams out as she clings to the back of the chair for balance.

I have never seen anything more beautiful than the vibration of my thrust, rippling up her ass. I place my hand at the root of her locs and pull her back.

My arm wraps around her soft belly; my grip tightens in her hair.

“Look at them watching you, wanting to be you.” I look around the room behind the black curtains people peeping at us. Some have been engaging in their own sex party.

Some were looking at her like they had a chance. I feel the innate need to mark her, to mark her mine.

“Oh god I don’t think I can take it,” her nails dig down into arms of the chair.

“Yes you can, take it like a good girl,” I hiss.

I let go of her hair, slide my hand to her throat, holding her steady as my hips pound into her faster and harder. Fuck, there was a tingle at the bottom of my spine. I was about to come.

“Shit Tarek, I ummm, I am about to,” she screams out.

I chuckle and meet the eyes of the man from earlier. “When you come scream my fucking name and let them all know who’s fucking you.”

She nods and begins to arch. I sink my teeth into her neck, biting down hard, claiming her, marking her as mine.

“What’s my fucking name treasure?”

“T-Tarek oh my god TAREK,” Bucking, she comes and collapses on the arms of the chair, limp and spent.

My back tightens, as my own release washes over me.

“Fuck!” I cry. I pull out, stroking myself hard, eyes on the crowd. I come on her ass, signifying that this one right here…she is mine.

ChapterFive

Dereck

She’s gone. It’s like she has vanished into thin air. I have searched for her for months. Money have been thrown at the greatest detectives; they came up with the same thing…no result. Even her mother remains mum, never answering me. Even when I place her mom’s job on the line, she doesn’t respond.

Where could she have gone? Miranda. I wish I had done it differently. Months have passed and now I’m married, empty, pained. In the eyes of my peers, I’m strong, successful …. powerful. I have no power, the most powerful thing I had was love and now…she is gone. I want to know that she is safe, happy…comfortable. Is she okay?

Did she keep our baby? I know in my soul she would never get rid of our child. A child that I would never get to see take its first steps. Does the child have notable Fairisles dimples, and silver eyes?

I haven’t felt a thing since she left my home. Even on my wedding day, as my gaze set upon Ilyana’s, my heart longed for …. Miranda. I imagined her face when I said I do, it’s the only way the wedding could have happened.

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