5ZaraHayden loosened his grip on my hands and stepped back. He didn’t say anything and raised his hand for me to accept it. I looked at him and his calloused strong hand, muscles and veins prominent all over his arm. He was giving me a choice and space to tell him no and go back to my home, the Golden Palace. I didn’t want to be alone on my birthday, I wanted him. I accepted his hand, relieved to see his expression soften when he led me to his suite. He opened the French double doors, inviting me in as I awed at the luxurious interior. But I was more interested in him. Hayden had just hung his suit, which I noticed was Tom Ford—the man has good taste, a hitman or not—on the wooden coat hanger and asked me if I wanted something to drink or eat. I shook my head, stepping towards him. “I want you to kiss me,” I said, my tone more of a demand. His dark eyes slid to me, his index finger tapping my nose. “Good things come to good girls who are patient, Princess,” Hayden said, his voi

7ZaraMeeting his glittering blue eyes, I parted my lips and waited for him. The coldness was the first thing that I noticed, and the sweet taste of vanilla seeping into my mouth, stretching my lips. I sucked on it instinctively, loving the way it melted on my tongue. Pulling away, I licked my lips and looking at Hayden’s lust fuelled eyes, I dipped closer and licked the popsicle. I imagined how he would feel on my tongue, in my mouth… inside me. “Just like that, Princess,” he praised, tugging on the leash as he pushed the popsicle inside my mouth deeper and deeper.My hands found purchase on his thighs, trying to support myself as I kept sucking. I hummed when it melted and dripped on my breast. Its coolness tingling against my nipple. Hearing Hayden curse in his deep voice made me look at him. His eyes were half-lidded, cheeks flushed and jaw clenched as if seeing me like that bothered him, turned him on. I dug my fingers into his thigh, watching his eyes widen a little when I tho

9ZaraHis pupils dilated hearing my words and rolled me on my back. I bit my lip when he spread my legs, his large hands sliding over my legs. Leaning down, he kissed me sweetly, teasing me until I was grinding on his bulge. He lowered his kisses on my neck, cupping and fondling my breasts while I writhed underneath him. “Hayden,” I whined, threading my fingers through his soft, thick hair.He hummed, kissing down my stomach, holding me down on the bed as my legs spread on its own to accommodate him. The sight of such a handsome man kissing my body made me moan, the mirror showing off the beautiful sight of his back muscles and deltoids moving when his lips lowered to my abdomen.I wanted him so badly that it was hurting. As if reading my mind yet again, he pulled back to remove his pants and boxers, leaving him naked. I licked my lips at the sight of him, wondering how he would ever fit inside me. But it seemed like Hayden had other things in his mind when he grabbed the lace of m

11HaydenI sighed, splashing cold water on my face to calm my raging thoughts. I didn’t expect it to be that good. But it was. I cursed under my breath just at the thought of Zara lying on the bed with her rosy cheeks and doe eyes. Even if she was a virgin, the sex with her was the best I ever had. No, not just the sex. This entire night was one of the best I ever had. I didn’t want it to end. Ever. “Are you kidding me?” I asked myself, looking down at the bulge in my boxers. She had wrung me dry. Twice. Once in her sweet mouth and then inside her warm pussy. Yet my dick had other thoughts and was ready for more rounds. Shaking my head, I calmed it down and walked out of the washroom. Zara was checking her phone sitting on the bed, her dark hair trailing down her pale body, which was covered in pink hues where I had spanked her or held her too hard. Hickeys covering her neck and breasts. I did that to her. Male pride surged through me as I stepped closer, her eyes flickering to

13ZaraHayden didn’t call me that night. I had to make up an excuse of food poisoning to my brothers for not meeting them at the dinner and ate alone in my room, clutching the phone and waiting for his call. “Why are you sighing like that?” Safiya asked from the lounge chair, flipping through a magazine as I sat on the settee of the low table on the balcony of my room. Water in the pool rustled with wind as the sun disappeared down the sand dunes, painting the sky orange and blue. “Sighing like what?” I asked, looking down at my sketchbook. My cheeks burnt noticing the soft curves and hard definitions of two bodies. Since when did I sketch nudes? Especially of me and Hayden. Safiya closed her magazine and looked at me. I squirmed under her heavy gaze. She had scolded me when I met her after her night of being a princess in my place and forced me to shower because, according to her, I reeked of men. I didn’t bother to correct her that it was just one man. Hayden. “Don’t tell me you