Royalty Gone Bad

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Saida’s POV:

I left his room with sticky thighs, a palpitating heart and shaky knees. I reddened, thinking of the fact that I had nothing underneath my dress.

′Did he keep my panties?′

I adjusted and tried to walk and act as normal as possible while I walked past the guards.

As I walked down the stairs, I couldn’t stop thinking of what had happened.

′That was so exciting. I loved it. Why try to deny how good he makes me feel? Cuz he sure does. Damn.′

I swallowed and made my way to my room. I immediately took my dress off and entered the bathroom. I stood under the shower and opened the warm water down on me. As it poured warmly down my face and body, I thought continuously.

“Asahd,” I whispered unconsciously, running my fingers through my wet hair. “I’ll never get over you.”

Eyes closed, I thought of every sweet sensation he’d made me feel, every sensual encounter we’d had, the wonderful orgasms he’d given me without even penetrating me.

His smell, his voice, his presence, his touch. They all caused some electric feeling on my inside. There was no need denying it now. I wanted him so bad, yet at the same time, I was in love with Noure?

“I’m so fucked up,” I muttered, hugging myself and feeling goosebumps cover my skin. “Asahd has me fucked up. He’s like the forbidden fruit I should’ve never tasted.”

′But you did and you want more of it every single time.′

I bit my lip, just thinking of him. I was doomed.

“I’m sorry, Noure,” I muttered. “I tried but I can’t help it but want him too.”

I swallowed hard and slowly opened my eyes. I grabbed my shower gel and applied some on myself. As I did so, I thought of the feel of his hardness lying in between my folds, rubbing me and driving me crazy. I bit my lip at the thought of the sweet feeling.

′It felt even better flesh to flesh.

Oh, Saïda. What’s happening? Your body’s betraying you.′

I thought of his soft moans and the way he kissed me, just as breathless as I was. The way he way very gentle and careful not to hurt me. His moans. His moans were like sweet music to my ears. It made me realise how much I also gave him some pleasure. And the sound of his raw groan muffled by the pillow underneath my head, had given me goosebumps.

“Will I ever get over this?” I muttered, staring at my feet. Was I ever going to get over him? Ever?

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Writer’s POV:

Two days later, Saïda was sitting in the palace gardens in Noure’s company. She had nothing to worry about because he’d come with his father who had some appointment with the sultan. Plus, Asahd had followed his mother to the orphanage and they wouldn’t return anytime soon.

Saïda had not called or spoken to Noure since she’d left her apartment, quite annoyed, two nights ago. It had bothered the young man so much that he followed his father to the palace so he would take advantage of the visit to see Saida.

They sat at a table under one of the trees. Saïda had brought two tea glasses along so they would drink as they spoke.

“Saïda, dear?” Noure finally started speaking.

“Yes,” she looked at him.

for having treated and ignored him the way she had done recently. She’d become pissed with him

was just not in my mood. I’m sorry for the way I spoke to you. I didn’t know what came

Of course she did.

forget it,

Noure smiled, relieved.

he

very good friend of mine and I don’t want to hurt you,” she said and

“Thank you, my Darling.”

he’d almost finished getting what was needed for her dowry and also spoke of his

at him, as if listening but

tea in her glass continuously and nonstop, staring straight and blankly

wonder when Asahd

in her

me?” he mused and she snapped out, really

she

I was saying

at Noure speak and there

don’t even understand him anymore. He doesn’t make me laugh like he used to. All he does is talk about the fricken dowry and

a little and leaned back into

way too long? I should try and make him a little more lively

head to

I can’t cope with this. He’s

spoke, Saïda cut

bright smile,

“Yes, dear?”

she leaned

“Yes?”

you love about

too, holding her

personality, your

crazy?” she dared to ask

dropped

“Everything, Saïda.”

smiled more, pleased with his

think of me before you

Saïda softly caress the top of his hand with hers,

you think of. Please,” she

The way he reddened a little made

your arms?” she

tell you exactly what I think of. I won’t be a gentleman if

smiled, surprising Noure who had

looked him in the eyes and when he flinched a little, uncomfortably adjusting his tie, Saïda

to make love to me? That’s what you think of, every night?”

of him. It wasn’t

it. Admit it. Everyone’s got dirty thoughts from time to time. You’re not

say something but nothing came out of his mouth. Saïda giggled almost innocently and rolled her eyes, leaning back into

and sipped

to ask that same question and