“Now what have I done?!”
She swiped away a rogue tear with her free hand. He noticed, of course, his expression growing more concerned.
“Viviana.” He stood up and placed his hands on her shoulders. “If you are that upset about being naked in our bedroom I will bring you clothes.”
“It’s not that,” she admitted in a dejected voice.
“Then what,hayati?” he asked gently.
Hayati. The literal translation wasmy soul. It was a term of affection that carried more weight, intimacy, and love thanhabibticould ever aspire to. Viviana felt like a caged animal that needed a good roar.
“You can’t just…!” Her face scrunched up in anger, insult, and hurt. “You can’t just steal someone, force them to marry you, make them care about you, and then say, ‘Guess what? You’ll be free to leave soon.’ That was a shitty thing to do! I would rather you had beaten me the entire time so I’d be a hundred percent happy about being paroled!”
His jaw dropped. “You care for me?”
She rolled her eyes. “Of course I care, you ass!”
If she could have smacked the smile off his face, she would have. Unfortunately, his hands were still pinning her shoulders. “Good,” he murmured, “Because if I thought I was in love with you before you came here, I have definitely fallen in love with you since your arrival.”
Viviana opened her mouth to yell at him, but was forestalled by his confession. She blinked a few times, confused. “But you said I was getting out of prison soon,” she said dumbly.
His frown was severe. “I meant this room, not my life!” He let go of one of her shoulders so he could slash his hand through the air. He loved doing that to underscore a point. “You will never be released from this marriage whether you feel imprisoned or not!”
“Good!”
“Good?”
“You’re driving me insane, but yeah! Good!”
His eyes flared. “It’s the other way around,” he ground out.
Muhammad whirled her around and bent her over the bed. She could hear him remove his clothes as forcefully as he usually removed hers. “I cannot believe you thought for a second I’d let you leave me,” he growled. He spanked her hard on the ass, causing her to yelp. “You are mine!”
They both groaned as he impaled Viviana from behind, his long, thick cock buried to her core. He fucked her hard, pummeling in and out of her cunt in merciless, possessive plunges. “My pussy,” he rasped, fucking her faster, “Only mine.”
Viviana met his thrusts with her own, throwing her hips back to meet his every stroke. The sound of her pussy getting fucked, of tight, wet flesh being rapidly penetrated by hard muscle, was one she knew he found as arousing as she did. Muhammad groaned as he fucked her harder, burying himself inside her over and over, again and again. Viviana’s tits jiggled with every thrust, her body’s positioning causing her nipples to be more sensitive than usual.
“I’m coming,” she gasped, the pleasure his cock brought her so intense. “I’m coming.”
“Give me your cum,” he gritted out, fucking her hard. He spanked her ass again. “Give memycum.”
The knot of sexual tension in her belly uncoiled, erupting so hard she could feel her womb contract. She moaned like a wounded animal as she came the hardest she’d ever come in her life.
Muhammad fucked her even faster, his stiff cock impaling her over and over, again and again. She could hear his breath suck in and feel his muscles tense.
“I’m cominghayati,” he rasped. “I—oh fuck!”
He came on a roar, his cock spurting hot cum deep inside her. He continued to fuck her cunt while he emptied himself, mumbling like a madman about her and her pussy belonging to him forever.
When it was over, they both crawled up onto the bed and collapsed. She fell asleep curled up in his embrace, feeling safe and secure…
And needed.
