As angry as he was, Yasin said in an even voice, “I know you don’t want to ruin my party, cousin.”

Ali stared back at him, then shifted in his chair. Slowly, his hand slid from her panties and he unwrapped his arm from her waist so Yasin could draw her to her feet.

“It is your birthday, so as you wish.” He stood up and followed the others to the door leading to the terrace.

The woman gazed up at him, still looking a little shaken.

“Thank you, sir. Would you like me to serve you now?”

He knew what kind of service she was offering.

“No, thank you.” He took her hand and pressed his lips to it. “Not that I wouldn’t enjoy the attention of such a beautiful woman. But I would be missed at my own party.”

She smiled, her eyes shining with delight at the small praise.

He walked onto the terrace. The sun was low on the horizon, but it was still quite bright out. Plush couches and armchairs curved around the large patio and music began playing as he settled onto a couch that had been left vacant for him, beside Omar’s armchair.

The women had shed their sheer robes and now walked around in their glittering bras and panties, pouring wine and serving dessert. A woman handed him a plate with several sweet delicacies, then another gave him a cup of coffee. A moment later, Hafsa sat down beside him.

All the other men already had a woman on their lap or sitting by their feet. As he watched their hands caress the naked female flesh, some of their cocks bulging in their pants, he felt the burn of need himself.

With so many willing and available women around him, he didn’t have to spend this birthday night like he had the last four birthdays, aching over the loss of the woman he loved. He returned Hafsa’s smile and wondered if maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to partake in her lovely body. He wouldn’t be so crude as his family and manhandle her here in public. But later... in his quarters...

She smiled when she saw him considering her. He smiled back but then turned his head to the belly dancers who were swirling around the patio entertaining the men in the bright colored veils and their seductive, swaying bodies.

He was an idiot. He’d only be fucking her as a distraction and he didn’t like using women that way.

He sipped his wine as he watched the dancers, who were a flurry of bright colored cloth, as he wondered how late he would have to stay to satisfy his brother that he was properly appreciative of this celebration. But he knew the answer. He’d have to be the last one at the party.

When the dance ended, Omar stood up and offered a toast to Yasin’s birthday. When they all took a drink, Omar smiled.

“And now, for Yasin’s very special gift.”

He gestured toward a large decorative arch with red velvet draped over the opening and large tropical flowers on either side. Two servants standing by the arch, pulled open the velvet curtains and another woman stepped through followed by a figure draped in a white, hooded robe. The sound of chains clinking made Yasin take a closer look. The woman leading held a leash that disappeared under the white robe at the neck.

Fuck, what had Omar done.

This was probably just Omar’s way of pushing Yasin to dominate his women by providing one already chained.

But a prickle danced down his spine, along with the feeling this was something else.

“Yasin,” Omar said. “I know you were spurned by a woman on your birthday five years ago.”

He trailed off, giving everyone time to chuckle and nod their heads. Outside the family, Omar would never make mention of such a thing, but among them, they all knew these embarrassing and awkward things about each other.

“But today,” Omar continued, “you can have your revenge.”

Oh, shit.

Yasin’s gaze shot to the shrouded figure.

Two servants pulled down the hood. The fading sunlight shimmered on the long, glossy auburn hair of the blindfolded, gagged woman as they pulled the robe from her shoulders. It fluttered to the ground.

Fuck! She was totally naked.

She tried to cover herself, but the women grabbed her arms and wrestled them away from her body.

She was stunningly beautiful. Pert round breasts with nipples peaking upward. Delightful silken auburn curls trimmed to a small triangle above a perfect pussy.

He couldn’t see much of her face with the large satin mask covering her eyes, but this was unmistakably Lily, the woman who’d torn his heart to shreds. Even if he hadn’t been sure, the small mole on her neck, under her right ear, confirmed it.

So many times he’d dreamed of seeing her naked for the first time. But not like this. Not with her unwilling and terrified. With his cousins and brothers staring at her too, most of them drooling.

A flood of emotions swept through Yasin, including the pain and anger he still harbored because of Lily’s rejection, but the strongest—his gut-wrenching need to protect her from this traumatic and humiliating experience—had him on his feet. He strode to her side and snatched up the robe. The women released Lily’s arms as he wrapped it around her. She clung to the fabric.

He turned to Omar, gritting his teeth.

“I appreciate your gift deeply, brother,” he said, the taste of the words bitter on his tongue. “And I know you’ll understand when I say I choose to enjoy it in private.”

Of course Omar knew him well enough to know that full well, but had done this unveiling specifically to push Yasin’s buttons.

“If you wish. But you will not leave the party yet. This slave can await her fate in your quarters until the festivities are done.”

The woman with the leash nodded and turned Lily around, then led her away.

As he watched her retreating back, his chest compressed. He could clearly see her shivering in the thin fabric wrapped around her. She was terrified.

He regretted that now she’d have to wait, not knowing her fate, for several hours until he could join her.

* * *

Yasin sat on the couch sipping his wine, knowing he’d probably had more than he should. But thoughts of Lily in his quarters, waiting for him, kept him off balance.

He felt for her predicament, but ultimately, all the anguish and heartache she’d caused him by rejecting him years ago had coiled into a tight knot in his gut, filling him with pain and anger.

As he watched the sway of a naked female ass walk by him, he realized that with the blindfold on, Lily might not even know that he was the one she’d been gifted to. He may have been devastated by what happened between them, but for all he knew, she had totally forgotten he even existed.

Over the past couple of hours, most of the woman had shed their clothes and were naked. Around him men were stroking naked breasts, women were sucking cock, one cousin had a woman on his lap facing him, his cock sunk deep into her body, as he watched the dancer.

Yasin turned his attention to the single dancer, too, as she circled the floor, her colorful veil swirling around her. She had shed her bra and her large breasts quivered with her shimmies.

Omar leaned toward Yasin. “She has exceptional tits, don’t you think, brother?”

Yasin just nodded.

“Much bigger than your little redhead. Do you want to sample the dancer before you go to your slave? Or do you want to be so rigid, you can punish her with your rock-hard rod?”

Yasin sent Omar a grim stare. Driving into Lily… punishing her for the pain she’d caused him by taking her ruthlessly… Fuck, it appealed to him and he hated that about himself.

Omar just laughed and squeezed Yasin’s shoulder.

“Yasin, you take these things too seriously.” He turned his focus back to the dancer.

Two more dancers joined the first and soon the three of them were totally naked and one was lying on the ground while the other two suckled her breasts. Yasin’s cock jolted to attention. When one of them licked the first dancer’s melting folds, Yasin thought he’d burst on the spot.

Omar pulled a woman onto his lap, facing the spectacle before them. Yasin couldn’t help but watch his brother’s hard cock glide inside her. He began thrusting into her as he watched the dancers pleasure each other.

Several of the men around him groaned, coming in whatever mouth or pussy they’d stuffed their cocks. Only Yasin was still suffering from a throbbing hard-on.

One of the servants appeared and knelt in front of him with a smile, then stroked his hard cock, still locked in his pants. She unzipped him and the feel of her soft fingers wrapping around him was almost too much. He could easily drag her onto his cock and come in three thrusts.

But he grasped her wrist and pulled it away, shaking his head. Clearly disappointed, she moved away.

Yasin stood up. “It’s been an enjoyable evening, brother, but I’m going to turn in.”

“Of course, Yasin. Your little slave is waiting. You’ve shown great patience.”

Yasin turned and walked toward the house, his cock aching so badly he thought he would die.