Visions of her only wearing that towel when Roya shattered their window flashed through his mind. He thought about her beautiful, amethyst eyes and how they enchanted him every time they met his gaze, as if he were under a magical spell only she could cast.
He adjusted himself as the tension in his body built in his pants.
As he reached down and pulled his hard length out, he stared down at the silky skin that no one had touched in years. A shudder ran through his body, and it thickened in his palm.
What if he did it just this once?
He firmly squeezed his cock. A deep, rumbling groan escapedhis lips as his knees buckled from weakness, and a steady pulse beat in his palm, begging for more.
A wave of excitement rushed through his chest as his heart pounded.
He grabbed the worn book and looked at the images within. Nude photos of women lined each page.
A disgusted sneer flew from his lips as he hurled the book across the room, and was replaced with a slight smile of satisfaction as it crumpled on the floor.
He tucked his straining cock back into his pants.
He was a fraud, a liar, and she would never forgive him if she got pregnant and found out the truth.
He didn’t deserve relief. He didn’t deserveher.
He let out a deep sigh, opened the container, and spat into the cup.
Chapter 13
Seda
As Seda and Cahir walked out of the Medical Wing, he wore a stern expression and remained silent, refusing to engage in conversation when she tried to talk to him.
“That went well,” she tried.
“Mhmm.”
“Would you like to see the wall I found?”
“Not now,” he snipped.
She had no idea what had caused his attitude to shift. She attempted to hold his hand, but he gently pulled away when her hand grazed his.
They walked home side by side, step by quiet step.
When they entered their apartment, Seda said her prayer to the portrait, and Cahir went straight to the bathroom, shutting the door roughlybehind him.
Why is he avoiding his prayers?
She went into the kitchen and opened the cabinet to see what food was left to eat. A bag of rice and some canned beans were the only options remaining.
Great. So much for that honey cake.
Her mood was souring like a forgotten cup of milk. She removed a pot from the cabinet and went through the process of cooking the rice, watching as the water gradually started to boil.
She heard the bathroom door open and looked over. Cahir stepped out, freshly showered, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
She had never seen him like this before.
A warm, shameful feeling spread low in her stomach as her eyes traced down his muscular build to the area hidden beneath the tied towel, where a prominent bulge was visible.
He didn’t look at her as he went to the bedroom, and guilt heated her cheeks and ears.
