Lily’s breath caught at the sight of Yasin’s naked body. It was exquisite. All contoured, sculpted muscles. Well proportioned and heart-stoppingly sexy.

And his cock. Oh, God, it was bigger than she’d ever imagined.

“Sit,” he said to her, indicating a cushion on the floor beside his feet.

She sank down, aware of the others watching her.

“Why do you have her clothed, brother?” Omar asked. “I was looking forward to seeing her pretty tits and cunt again.”

She cringed at his crude words.

“She is my gift. I prefer to keep her partially wrapped.”

Omar laughed, and the other men followed suit. “Yes, well, as long as you tire of it soon. I do want to enjoy her before the week is out.”

The others uttered agreement.

Then Omar clapped his hands and soon there were several woman hovering about. At least twice as many as the men.

And they were all naked.

One of the men pulled a woman onto his lap and started to caress her breasts. Another of the women poured wine into glasses from a pitcher. One man cupped her ass as she passed by, then the next nearly made her spill the wine as he squeezed her nipple. Then he took the jug from her and pulled her toward him. His mouth wrapped around her breast and he suckled as he squeezed her ass.

Another woman picked up the jug and continued serving. When she filled a glass for Yasin, he thanked her, then took a deep sip.

“Bring a glass for my slave,” he said.

The woman complied and handed Lily a full glass. Lily took the glass and sipped.

“Finish it,” he instructed.

Obeying, she tipped back the glass and downed it. When the woman filled it again, Lily glanced at Yasin. He nodded, so she sipped deeply. He then took the glass and set it on the table beside him, and continued drinking from his own glass, gazing around as if he’d lost interest in her.

As they sat in the warm sunshine, Lily kept her gaze downcast, ignoring the other people around her. Mostly, the men lounged on the chairs while the women hovered about with food and drink. She tried to keep her mind off the fact they were all naked, and was mostly successful.

Except for Yasin. She was intensely aware of his splendid body stretched out beside her. She wasn’t looking, but she couldn’t help but notice in her peripheral vision the taut, sculpted muscles of his torso. His bulging biceps. And his long, thick cock.

After a while, some of the men took a dip in the pool. They dove and swam in the glittering clear water.

One of Yasin’s cousins pulled a woman in with him. He fondled her for a while, then pushed her under the water. She stayed under for several minutes before she came up for air. Once she caught her breath, he pushed her under again.

Lily couldn’t see from this angle, but she was pretty sure the woman was giving him head underwater. That became a certainty when he groaned out loud, his face contorted. A moment later, another man sat on the side of the pool and pulled her to him.

Lily watched as the woman grasped the man’s penis and brought it to her lips. She opened and took it into her mouth. A couple of the other men grabbed some women and pulled them into the pool, too. Lily dragged her gaze away from the sight of some of the men gliding their hands and mouths over the women’s bodies, while others pressed their cocks into female mouths. But she could not shut out the sounds. The moaning and grunting.

This whole scene was so far outside her comfort zone, she could barely stop from trembling.

Yasin stood up. “Omar, I am going back to my quarters.”

Omar’s eyes narrowed. “So soon? If you want to fuck your little slave, you can do it right here.”

A shiver raced down Lily’s back.

“It’s not that,” Yasin said. “Her skin is too fair to stay in this hot sun for long. We will join you again at dinnertime.”

Yasin turned to her. “Come, slave.”

Lily stood up. He picked up his robe and started walking. She followed, extremely conscious of his tight, hard butt as he walked in front of her.

Once they were back in his quarters, and he closed the door behind them, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she turned to thank Yasin for taking her away from there.

And stopped cold.

He stood there, his cock fully erect, the height of it astonishing. His eyes were dark with desire as his gaze took in her nearly naked body.

She took a step back, worried he’d pull her into his arms and take her on the spot. At the same time, heat simmered through her at the prospect.

He stepped toward her and her breath caught. Then suddenly she was in his arms, his mouth claiming hers. She felt herself backed against the door and his naked body pressed tight against her. His thick cock was hard against her belly and the feel of it made her long for it to slide inside her. She felt the dampness pooling between her legs, making her wet and ready for him.

His tongue drove into her mouth, plundering. She opened, letting him in. Inviting him to do more.

God, she wanted him to take her. Here. Now. Hammering her against the solid wood door.

But as quickly as he had started the kiss, he ended it.

He pulled away, looking almost dazed. Then he scowled and strode into the bedroom. She followed, but by the time she caught up, the bedroom was empty and the door to the en suite bathroom was closed.

She sat on the bed and waited, wishing he would come back. Her insides quivering with need. The kiss had shaken loose the last of her barriers. She’d always been attracted to him—had wanted to be with him when they were in college, before she’d received a caution she couldn’t ignore—but now she was so filled with need she was trembling.

When he finally returned, his hair was damp and his cock was deflated. She didn’t know if he’d taken a cold shower or pumped himself to release, but either way, he clearly didn’t intend to continue what they’d started.

“Yasin, we should talk about—”

“I have no time for a discussion.” He grabbed his swim trunks and pulled them on. “My brother texted to tell me he has made plans for the men. I will be gone for the afternoon.”

He marched to the entrance then disappeared out the door.

* * *

About an hour later, there was a knock on the door and Lily’s gaze darted to it, worried it was Yasin’s brother. Or maybe one of the other men. She ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away.

Then she heard a key in the lock and froze, her eyes wide, as the door opened.

A woman walked inside with a tray. When she saw Lily, she smiled.

“Hello. I am Hafsa. I was told to bring you lunch.”

She set the tray she was carrying on the table.

“Thank you,” Lily said.

The woman walked to the door, but then turned.

“I know you are uncomfortable here. That it is frightening for you. But you are with a good man. He is not like the others. He is patient and gentle. He will not hurt you.” She smiled. “I know you have already experienced his tender touch, but he has a kind heart, too.”

“You’ve been with Yasin?”

“Oh, no. I offered, of course. It was expected of me. But I would have been happy had he accepted.”

Jealousy washed through Lily, even though she knew it was crazy.

Hafsa frowned. “I’m sorry. I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. And if it helps, it appears he has eyes only for you.”

She turned to the door again.

“Hafsa, where are the men now?”

“They are having a picnic lunch on the beach and enjoying something called jet skis. They will be back for dinner at sunset. You will eat here, then he will take you to the terrace for the evening’s entertainment. I will bring you something pretty to wear.”

Lily nodded her thanks and the woman exited. Then Lily’s stomach tightened as she wondered if she would be an audience to the entertainment… or part of it.

* * *

A few hours later, Lily heard the door open. This time it was Yasin.

“I see Hafsa brought you lunch,” he said at the sight of the neatly stacked dishes on the tray. “Did she bring you something to wear this evening?” he asked as he continued walking.

“She said she would bring it with dinner.”

She stood up and followed him into the bedroom.

“Yasin, I want to thank you for this morning. For keeping my time with your family short.”

He pulled a shirt and pair of pants from the closet and hung them on a hook on the en suite door.

“You may not feel so thankful this evening. There is no way I can shorten our time in their presence, and the festivities will be even more uninhibited than this morning.”

His words send dread through her.

“Thank you for the warning. I know you’re doing everything you can to protect me and I appreciate that.”

He turned toward her. His dark, enigmatic gaze caused her stomach to flutter.

“Just how appreciative will you be, I wonder,” he said.