“Yasin,” Lily whispered. “I think you should order me to give you oral sex.”

Yasin’s gaze darted to hers. “What?”

“Everyone expects that something will happen between us. It would help, right?”

“Yes. Of course. But I don’t want to put you in that position.”

“Yasin, I owe you so much. And,”—she glanced at the bulge straining against his pants—“I think you need it.” She met his solemn gaze. “I want to do this for you.”

He shifted in his chair, then nodded.

In a sudden movement that caught her off guard, he grasped her arm and pulled her in front of him.

“Suck my cock, slave.”

She noticed Omar giving an approving nod as she sank between Yasin’s knees and stroked his stomach. She became intensely conscious of the other men watching her.

She dragged her fingertips over his pants, feeling the rock-hard cock beneath, then she slowly drew down the zipper. Everything had fallen dead silent, except for the raspy sound of the zipper releasing.

As she reached inside his pants to grasp his thick cock, the sound of her breathing—along with his deep, irregular breaths—seemed to fill the silence.

Oh, God, he was so thick. Her fingers barely met around him. She drew his cock from its cloth prison and stared at it. She’d only seen him once before and was still in awe at his size.

She glanced at his face as she brought the tip to her mouth, then pressed her tongue to him and lapped lightly.

* * *

The feel of Lily’s delicate tongue brushing the tip of his hard cock had Yasin nearly gasping in pleasure.

Fuck, this was the first time they’d shared such an intimate physical action and it had to be here. He would prefer it be in privacy. Somewhere he could encourage her with sweet words. And also return the pleasure.

The thought of dragging his tongue over her sweet pussy nearly sent him into convulsions with her mouth already teasing his tip. Her tongue swirled over it. Slowly and thoroughly.

She opened and pressed him into her mouth, guiding him inside a bit at a time.

He tried to shut out thoughts of the others watching them. Tried to school his face to hide the emotions storming through him at having this woman, whom he loved so deeply, touching him in this intimate way.

His cockhead was fully in her mouth and he groaned at the feel of her surrounding him. He glided his fingers through her silky auburn hair, gleaming in the moonlight, and drew it back from her face, wrapping his hand around the mass of waves. He wanted to see her lips around him. To watch her cheeks hollow. To see her eyes as she pleasured him.

She watched him, her blue eyes glittering, as she slid down his shaft. He drew in a slow calming breath as she took him deeper. And deeper.

He couldn’t believe how far down her throat she took him. The sensation of her warmth surrounding him was intense.

Then she drew back. Her hand, still wrapped around his cock, followed her upward assent. She stroked his cock, up and down, with her hand while she suckled the tip.

Pleasure quivered through every part of him.

She slid down his shaft, squeezing him with her lips, and he held back a groan.

She moved up and down again, driving his pleasure higher and higher.

If only he could stay like this forever, enjoying her delightful attention. But already he felt the heat coiling deep in his belly... pulsing in his core... ready to erupt like a powerful geyser deep into her throat.

He had yearned for her gentle touch for so long but too soon this initial precious time would be but a memory.

He felt her hand cup his balls and caress gently. A moan escaped his lips. Then she pumped her mouth faster on him. Taking him deep and sucking as she drew back. Her cheeks hollowing. Her eyes locked on him, watching his face as she gave him pleasure.

With everything she was doing, he was so close to orgasm there was no hope of holding it off much longer. But the look in her eyes... the desire to give him this bliss... sent him flying over the edge with a deep, guttural groan... heat blazing through his body.

She kept moving on him... stroking his shaft... caressing his sacs. As he rode the intense wave of pleasure, all thought slipped away, his body and soul igniting in a blaze of ecstasy.

When his senses returned, the tenderness of her continued touch as she slid from his cock, then kissed his tip gently, moved him beyond measure.

* * *

A deep sense of satisfaction filled Lily at the sight of Yasin’s blissful expression. At first, he’d seemed indifferent to her attention, her only clue to his enjoyment the stiffness of his huge member and how it twitched at her touch. But his face had showed nothing.

Then she realized he’d been hiding it. What she’d first through was indifference—understandable after being wounded by her so deeply in the past—was him trying to hide his emotions.

But his defenses had weakened, unraveling as his pleasure had increased.

She’d seen it plainly then.

He was in love with her.

The intensity of his simmering brown eyes deepened as he watched her, then he leaned forward, pulling her to him, and kissed her.

Their lips joined in a burst of passion, an inferno building within her as his arms wrapped around her, pulling her close to his hard body. His tongue pushed inside her mouth, then forced her lips wide as he drove deeper, consuming her.

Her breasts swelled with need, the nipples thrusting forward. She slid her arms around his neck and clung to him, her heart pounding at the need to be even closer. Their lips moved together, her tongue coiling with his.

When he finally released her, she could barely catch her breath. They stared into one another’s eyes and the intense yearning she saw in his made her ache with need.

She wanted this man. She needed to feel him inside her.

He stood up, pulling her with him, his gaze still locked with hers.

Then he grasped her wrist and pulled her with him, marching across the terrace.

She glanced around and saw Omar’s narrowed eyes as Yasin opened the French doors and dragged her into the house.

She followed him through the luxurious rooms, then down the hall to his quarters, almost running to match his long-legged stride.

“Aren’t you concerned about what your brother will do?” she asked as the door closed behind them.

He turned to her, his eyes still blazing with heat. “Don’t worry. I will handle it.”

Then he pulled her to him, his hand wrapping around behind her neck, his fingers cupping the back of her head. She stared into his eyes, wondering if he would drag her into his bed.

Electricity crackled through her at the thought.

But he merely gazed into her eyes. His thumb stroked under her chin, the gentle touch soothing her... and thrilling her at the same time.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he said finally.

Oh, God, had she read the situation incorrectly.

“I’m sorry. I thought it would be helpful, but if I made a mistake—”

His lips claimed hers, aborting her words. But instead of the intense passion of his kiss on the terrace, his lips moved firmly but gently on hers. Her heart rate accelerated and every cell in her body crackled with need.

Then he released her.

“Get some sleep.”

His words shocked her. Was he really sending her to bed without continuing what they’d started.

“I—”

“Go.” His authoritative tone seemed inconsistent with the softness in his eyes as he gazed at her.

Confused, she walked to the bedroom. He followed, but when she started toward the big bed, he grasped her shoulders and guided her to the smaller bed in the alcove. She sat down and gazed at him uncertainly.

He stroked her hair from her face and her heart quivered at his tender touch.

“Sleep well,” he murmured.

Then he left the room.

* * *

Lily shed the sheer robe and draped it over a chair, then removed the bra and panties and climbed under the covers. But as she lay in the room, dimly lit by a lamp beside the big bed, she knew she was not going to fall asleep.

The memory of Yasin’s big cock in her hand... in her mouth... was too fresh. Too stimulating. Her insides ached with the need to feel him inside her. And his kiss afterward... It had lit a fire inside her. Made her long to be possessed by him.

She pushed the covers aside and stood up.

She couldn’t bring herself to just walk out there naked, so she grabbed the coverlet and wrapped it around her shoulders, then walked to the door. When she stepped into the living area, she saw Yasin sitting in a comfortable armchair, facing the large windows overlooking the private terrace and the moonlit ocean beyond. But he stared at the amber liquid that he was swirling in the glass in his hand.

“Yasin?”

“I told you to sleep.” He kept staring at the glass.

“I’m not tired.” She stepped closer to him. “And I’d rather spend some time with you.”

He glanced toward her, his gaze somber.

“I think you’ve been forced to spend all too much time with me... and my family.”

His brooding eyes were filled with both pain and anger. Her stomach tightened, triggering her insecurities. Could that anger be at her?

She sucked in a breath. “Yasin, I’m sorry if you thought I was weak, giving in to the situation.”

His eyes narrowed. “What are you talking about?”

“Through all of this, you have held strong, not giving in to your family’s expectations, beyond politeness, yet I...” She frowned. “I dropped to my knees and behaved just the way the other women did... the way your brothers and cousins wanted me to behave.”

He shook his head. “Lily, what you did was—”

“Embarrassing?” she jumped in. “Inappropriate?”

“No, it was such an unspeakable kindness given what you’ve been through. You were worried about me... physically and in how I appeared to my family. I did not deserve such kindness.” He shook his head. “And you did not deserve any of this.”

Her insecurities instantly evaporated.

She walked closer to him and settled on the wide arm of the upholstered chair. She rested her hand on his shoulder.

“None of this is your fault,” she murmured softly, finally realizing that what he felt wasn’t anger but guilt. “It was your brother who brought me here.”

* * *

Pain raged through Yasin.

“So I could have my revenge.” He frowned. “And as much as I can say I would never be that kind of man, I did want revenge. I wanted you to hurt as much as I did. I may never have spoken the words to my brother, but he clearly picked up the message.”

She pushed herself to her feet and his heart clenched at the loss of her closeness. She turned to face him.

“So you believe it’s all your fault I’m here?”

His heart crumbled as he realized she would now hate him. A small part of him had thought that maybe... after this was all over...

But he knew it could never be.

“I don’t believe it,” she said. “I know you would never want to hurt me.”

Then she dropped the coverlet, exposing her glorious naked body.