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before.”
His chuckle was warm and sensuous in her ear.
“Good. I am glad I was your first.”
“But…” she hesitated for a moment. Her mind felt like a whirling galaxy of planets, stars, and comets. “But it wasn't really my first time, was it? You paid for…”
“It was a first time. It was our first time,” he said firmly, kissing her on the forehead. “That is what I wish, and after all, I am the one who rules here.”
A part of her wanted to fight him on that, but for some reason, his bald declaration only sent a deep pulse of satisfaction and warmth through her. She settled against him, and she might have dozed off if she hadn't noticed the red marks on his arms.
“Oh god, I think I made you bleed!”
Lazily, he lifted his arm to inspect it as Emily bit her lip.
“It was a near thing,” he said with a slight smile on his face. “If you had pressed a little harder, if I had pleased you perhaps just a little bit better, you might have.”
She wasn't sure what to make of that, but then he kissed her ear.
“I wouldn't mind pleasing you a little better next time,” he whispered, sending those shivers of pleasure through her body again, and at the shocked look on her face, he only laughed.
“I have a great deal to teach you, little beauty.”
Emily was so tired that, instead of her showering, Adnan brought a cloth and a basin of warm water from the bathroom. As she drowsed, he swiped the fabric along her limbs, cleaning her gently and with care. When he came to the area between her thighs, he had to stop himself from groaning at how willingly she parted them for him.
He wondered again if he had done the right thing, but when he returned to bed and she snuggled closer to him, he wasn't sure if he cared. Now she fell into a deeper sleep, one that seemed, at least to him, more peaceful than when he’d come to bed.
When Adnan thought of her thrashing and her anguished cries, something deep and cold woke up in him. It told him that he could kill the men who had done this to her without a second thought.
Something about this girl drew him like no other. In the short time that they had known each other, he had become viciously protective of her. He wanted her pleasure more than he wanted his own.
Adnan wondered if he should worry about it, whether he was losing his edge. He shook the thought off, because the operation the next day had no room for such doubts.
He knew in his heart that Emily belonged to no one but herself, but in the dimness of the room they shared, he could pretend. He could pretend that she belonged to him and only to him, and that in this place, he could heal her, take away all that pain and replace it with pleasure.
“I will protect you,” he murmured softly to her, and he wondered if somewhere, in her dreams, she heard him and was comforted.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Emily awoke to find the bed empty and Adnan getting dressed. Sleepy and content, she simply watched him, but then a flash of something dark caught her eye.
“Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?” she blurted out, the shock clear in her voice.
To her, it seemed as if Adnan flinched before he turned back to her.
“I had hoped to be gone before you awakened,” he said, and she frowned at him.
“That's not an answer,” she said. “Where the hell are you going that you need a bulletproof vest?”
“This is none of your concern,” he began, but she looked up at him, indignant.
“That's not something that you get to tell me,” she retorted. “Not after…not after all that.”
“You will be taken care of,” he said, and for some reason, her blood boiled over at the idea that that was what he was worried about. “I have made arrangements…”
“I don't care about that,” Emily burst out.
She was out of bed, and throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. She knew that if he wanted to, he could simply uncoil her from him as if she were a limpet, but at the moment, she could
His chuckle was warm and sensuous in her ear.
“Good. I am glad I was your first.”
“But…” she hesitated for a moment. Her mind felt like a whirling galaxy of planets, stars, and comets. “But it wasn't really my first time, was it? You paid for…”
“It was a first time. It was our first time,” he said firmly, kissing her on the forehead. “That is what I wish, and after all, I am the one who rules here.”
A part of her wanted to fight him on that, but for some reason, his bald declaration only sent a deep pulse of satisfaction and warmth through her. She settled against him, and she might have dozed off if she hadn't noticed the red marks on his arms.
“Oh god, I think I made you bleed!”
Lazily, he lifted his arm to inspect it as Emily bit her lip.
“It was a near thing,” he said with a slight smile on his face. “If you had pressed a little harder, if I had pleased you perhaps just a little bit better, you might have.”
She wasn't sure what to make of that, but then he kissed her ear.
“I wouldn't mind pleasing you a little better next time,” he whispered, sending those shivers of pleasure through her body again, and at the shocked look on her face, he only laughed.
“I have a great deal to teach you, little beauty.”
Emily was so tired that, instead of her showering, Adnan brought a cloth and a basin of warm water from the bathroom. As she drowsed, he swiped the fabric along her limbs, cleaning her gently and with care. When he came to the area between her thighs, he had to stop himself from groaning at how willingly she parted them for him.
He wondered again if he had done the right thing, but when he returned to bed and she snuggled closer to him, he wasn't sure if he cared. Now she fell into a deeper sleep, one that seemed, at least to him, more peaceful than when he’d come to bed.
When Adnan thought of her thrashing and her anguished cries, something deep and cold woke up in him. It told him that he could kill the men who had done this to her without a second thought.
Something about this girl drew him like no other. In the short time that they had known each other, he had become viciously protective of her. He wanted her pleasure more than he wanted his own.
Adnan wondered if he should worry about it, whether he was losing his edge. He shook the thought off, because the operation the next day had no room for such doubts.
He knew in his heart that Emily belonged to no one but herself, but in the dimness of the room they shared, he could pretend. He could pretend that she belonged to him and only to him, and that in this place, he could heal her, take away all that pain and replace it with pleasure.
“I will protect you,” he murmured softly to her, and he wondered if somewhere, in her dreams, she heard him and was comforted.
Chapter Seven
The next morning, Emily awoke to find the bed empty and Adnan getting dressed. Sleepy and content, she simply watched him, but then a flash of something dark caught her eye.
“Are you wearing a bulletproof vest?” she blurted out, the shock clear in her voice.
To her, it seemed as if Adnan flinched before he turned back to her.
“I had hoped to be gone before you awakened,” he said, and she frowned at him.
“That's not an answer,” she said. “Where the hell are you going that you need a bulletproof vest?”
“This is none of your concern,” he began, but she looked up at him, indignant.
“That's not something that you get to tell me,” she retorted. “Not after…not after all that.”
“You will be taken care of,” he said, and for some reason, her blood boiled over at the idea that that was what he was worried about. “I have made arrangements…”
“I don't care about that,” Emily burst out.
She was out of bed, and throwing herself at him, wrapping her arms around him. She knew that if he wanted to, he could simply uncoil her from him as if she were a limpet, but at the moment, she could
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