Chapter 7 Carolina AlcâNtara

• Carolina Alcântara
• I take off my clothes and step into the shower, hoping to cool my body down and maybe wait for the company of a bold Arab. In just two days, he reminded me how good it feels to have sex for pleasure. Not just for revenge.
• I need to figure out what he meant about who he is. Maybe it’s time to ask Joyce for a small favor, without sparking Carlinhos’s curiosity or making her spill the beans to Bruno.
• “Kayf takhunin amra’atan mithluk Sayidati.”
• "How could he betray a woman like you, madam?"
• I smile, pleased to know he’s joined me. I glance back to see if he’s planning to shower with me.
• “What did you say?” I ask, just to be sure.
• “That I can’t believe he had the audacity to betray you.” I look at his face and notice the sincerity in his eyes.
• “We need to be quick. Frank said he’s expecting guests later, and we still have your appointment,” I say, turning to him with concern.
• “Guests?” He nods while removing his clothes.
• “Yes, it seems Mrs. Lira and Miss Carrillo are coming later this afternoon.” I close my eyes, relieved it’s just the two of them.
• “Relax. Now turn around and put your foot on the edge of the tub.”
• I do exactly as he asks, holding on to the faucet and arching my back to invite the Arab who’s been making me rethink everything since I woke up.
• “Look back, Carolina, and see who’s about to fuck you. I want you to know it’s me here, no one else.”
• I turn and meet his gaze, dark eyes brimming with desire, mirroring my own.
• “In this room, Sayidati, who do you belong to?”
• I adore this possessive, commanding side of him. The sensations building in my lower belly make me moan in anticipation of the pleasure he’s about to give me.
• “I don’t want to fuck you here…” He takes my hand and helps me out of the tub.
• Grabbing a towel, he begins drying my body, kneeling to dry my legs before leaving a kiss on my pussy.
• He drops the towel right there and guides me to take a step forward so he can dry my feet.
• “In my family’s tradition, a man must honor the ground where the woman he chooses to be his walks because our women are an extension of who we are. That’s why you sometimes hear of men marrying multiple women.”
• I notice the care he’s taking with me.
• “What’s this? Are you proposing?” I ask, laughing, as he stands up, holding my hand and pulling me toward the bed.
• “If that moment comes, Sayidati, you can be sure it will be according to my tradition—not in this dishonorable way it’s done here.”
• I see a calmness in his face.
• Hassan was naked, his erection pointing at me. He helped me climb onto the still-messy bed and knelt in front of me.
• “Last night was an exception to what I truly enjoy doing, Carolina. Now I want to give you pleasure in a different way. Don’t worry, you’ll like it, I’m sure…”
• He pulls me against his chest. I close my eyes, expecting a kiss, but I’m caught off guard by the loud smack of a slap on my ass. It was so sensual, so erotic, that I instinctively closed my legs, rubbing them together to contain my desire for more.
• The way he looked at me only heightened my excitement. It seemed he was as affected as I was, though I still couldn’t comprehend how a simple slap had made me so wet.
• "Did you like it?" My breath was ragged. I looked into those two dark orbs that studied me, and I couldn’t lie to him, so I just nodded.
• "Great, do you want more?"
• I bit my lower lip and nodded again. He laughed loudly and pulled me in for a kiss. Our tongues waged a war of desire as his hands grabbed mine, pinning them behind my back.
• "Hassan, I need more," I moaned.
• With a swift move, I ended up between the pillows as he stretched his arm to grab a condom and put it on. His actions were far from gentle, driven by the palpable desire between us. He entered me in one swift motion, closing his eyes and murmuring something I couldn’t make out.
• He began moving, skillfully thrusting in and out of me. My hands clung to his shoulders, and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist to keep him inside me. His deft fingers pinched my nipples, pushing me to the brink of another wave of pleasure.
• "Say what I need to hear, *Sayidati*. I need to hear it..." He desired the words, but I couldn’t bring myself to hurt someone else as I had been hurt. I cupped his face and made him look at me.
• "Hassan, not yet... just fuck me and make me yours again..."
• He slipped out of my grasp, wrapped his arms under my shoulders, and stared at me with a fiery intensity. I surrendered to the irresistible man who held me captive.
• "I'm going to hell... ahh... for desiring the forbidden fruit, another man's wife..." He was holding back, trying not to reach his climax before me.
• I threw my head back, exposing my neck to him, letting him do as he pleased. His warm tongue trailed over my skin, fueling the fire of my impending orgasm.
• "Hassaaaan..." I cried out his name as pleasure coursed through me, locking my gaze on him to make sure he knew where my thoughts lay.
• As he filled me, I noticed his breathing falter.
• "Hal satakun Sayidati..."
• "You’ll be my Madame," I thought, laughing silently. I really needed to learn Arabic.
• "Are you going to tell me what you said?" I asked.
• He chuckled and shook his head. "Just a request to the cosmos. Are you satisfied, or do you want more?"
• I couldn’t help but laugh.
• "I’d love to, but I have so much to take care of—one of which is hiring you."
• He kissed my lips and forehead tenderly. "I’m already yours, *Sayidati*," he said as he pressed against my swollen heat.
• "If we keep this up, we’ll never leave this bed."
• He lay beside me and, to my surprise, pulled the blanket over us after removing the condom.
• "Just ten minutes. I’m not as young as I used to be," he murmured with his eyes closed, pulling me close in a spooning position.
• "What’s your age?" I asked. "I’m 36 and already feel ancient with so many responsibilities."
• Turning to face him, my curiosity bubbled over.
• "I’ll be 40 in a few weeks, but I’ll have to go to Sudan during that time," he said, and my heart sank a little at the thought of him leaving.
• "Close to mine," I said, clearing my throat to hide the sadness in my voice.
• "I’d love to visit Sudan. Who knows, maybe I’ll form some alliances there..." I laughed, not having the faintest idea of how things worked over there.
• "I’ll let my parents know I’ll have company, but I should warn you—they’re festive. Turning my birthday into a wedding is a quick leap for them." He ran a nervous hand through his hair.
• "Come on, tell me something I don’t know about Hassan Al-Makki."
• He narrowed his eyes at me, then laughed. "I’m impressed you even know my full name. Well, I’m the son of Salim Al-Makki and Najla Al-Makki. They’re a powerful couple who wanted their eldest to follow in my father’s footsteps as the sheikh of the largest refinery in the Arab world."
• He caressed my backside, probably to ease the soreness I was starting to feel.
• "At the time, it wasn’t what I wanted, so my sister Raja is being trained to take over the business. To be honest, I have no desire to return there if it means leaving you unprotected."
• I touched his face and nestled in his arms.
• "I promise I’ll do everything to stay alive. Now, tell me—what did you say to Frank?"
• He scrunched his nose in distaste. "I trusted him and told him the truth. He promised me loyalty."
• His calm response reassured me. For now, he’d be cautious—it was his neck on the line, after all.
• "Do you want to rest, or should we take that shower and head to the appointment?"
• "The appointment," I said firmly. "I need to resolve this once and for all."
• I got up and waited for him to join me. We took a quick shower and, before long, were downstairs, getting everything ready to leave. I couldn’t help but smile as I sent a message to Vanessa, catching a glimpse of Hassan’s back.