The Sheikh's Virgin Mistress 4 (Jatar Sheikh 4)

The next few days were a blur of food and sex and great wine. I didn’t dress for almost a week straight, apart from a robe–I was either in bed or in the water, always naked. Omar stayed with me the entire time; he too stayed naked and made full use of me and my easily accessed body and attitude at every occasion possible.

We had the villa to ourselves, and I marveled at how the servants could remain hidden away, never seen, although always on hand if we needed something. Omar took me, owning me sexually, in every room of his Italian estate and multiple times in the water or on the beach.

In this moment, we were in the sitting area that overlooked the beach and vast ocean. I think it was morning, but I’d lost track of day or night since his appetite was otherworldly.

“Now?” I asked and batted my lashes.

“Now, female.”

It wasn’t like I would have to fluff him; he was already obscenely jutting and hard, and as he rotated his hips, his hand insisted at the back of my head and he pushed my face down into his lap. I licked at his shiny, engorged crown and his hand gripped at my hair. He made that sound, and I delved my mouth farther over his hardness, enjoying the terrain of his veins as they skidded through my lips. His pulse was in my mouth, and his big hand at the back of my head was adamant as I took more and more of him deeply into my throat.

He reached down with his other hand and cupped my breast, and then began to pinch and grip at me. He ordered me, “Pleasure yourself, Anna.”

I obeyed and began touching myself, and I continued sucking and bobbing my mouth over all his impressive length. He soon released his desire, and when we were finished, he again told me I was a revelation, and he felt resurrected every time we touched.

I felt as if we’d died and gone to heaven, and I was floating on some indescribable sex induced endorphin high. I hardly noticed the days speeding by until he told me at lunch that it had been a week and we only had one more week here. “We will come back, though,” he amended when he saw my downtrodden expression. “We will come back many times. I promise.”

I pouted, “Why can’t we just stay longer this time?”

“Have you already forgotten that we must prepare for the celebration and your American entourage arriving in just five weeks’ time?”

I grimaced. I had totally forgotten about all of them, and I was momentarily shocked that I had. He chuckled and kissed me, “I understand, don’t worry. I will think for you, as well. I am to blame for the loss of all your coherent thought.”

I gave him a knowing grin, “That is true.”

We were then interrupted by Armand, who looked anxious, something he rarely appeared to be. “Sir, please forgive the intrusion.” Omar lifted his hand and made a motion for Armand to continue and went back to his food. “Sir, it’s the rebels, Sir. I’ve just talked to your sister, Alath. It is bad.”

Omar dropped his fork and glared at Armand. I in turn shot daggers into Omar’s side. I opened my mouth to say something, but Omar lifted his hand in my direction. I clamped my mouth shut, and Armand continued. “There are some issues in the outlying areas of the city, Sir. It appears as if there is a riot developing.”

Omar stood and in the process shoved the big and heavy table away from both of us, spilling the contents of our drinks. He was silent as he stalked around to Armand, “I thought we’d routed most of them.”

“I did as well, Sir.”

Omar dashed a look at me and then back to Armand. “We will leave within the hour. Have the plane ready, call the car.”

I whined and stood, “Omar, no! This is our honeymoon! Seriously?”

He turned to me and narrowed his eyes. “Anna, you will never question me again. Ever!” he shouted and marched out of the room.

I followed him, now not only upset he was cutting our honeymoon short, but also angry that he would so quickly dismiss me and my wishes in the process. “Omar! No! I won’t shut up! I get a say in all this, too!”

He whirled around, and I skidded to a halt from just his expression, “You have NO say in any of this!” He waved his hand dramatically and continued, “You, Anna, will never again interfere when it comes time for me to tend to my throne, my people, and my country.” He strode to me and gripped my face roughly in his huge hand, squeezing my cheeks and hurting me. “Anna, this is what I do, this is what pays for all that you so readily enjoy.” He shook my face, “Anna, a female never questions her husband. Is that understood?”

I began crying, but I didn’t take my eyes off of his. I blinked at him, but I didn’t respond. He dropped my face, and I rubbed at my lip where it felt like it might have been cut on a tooth. He gave me a level look and asked again, “Is that understood?”

I sighed, and lowered my gaze and just nodded once. I wanted to tell him in no uncertain terms I was not okay with any of this. Not okay with his snap decision, and not okay with his rough treatment of me when I did happen to disagree with him. I didn’t though, at least not in that moment. I knew he was much too angry, and I was unsure of what I might elicit. So, I bid my time, and he took my nod as agreement.

I strode away and went to our rooms to pack.

The rebels were back, and our honeymoon was over.

CHAPTER SEVEN

We flew home that evening and were back in the skyscraper before dinner. We were forced to drive through a mob of protesters on our way to the private entrance under the building, but the garage was blocked by so many bodies we couldn’t get through. It was decided the men would surround us and we would enter from the front. This plan worked fine until we were halfway to the door and gun shots rang out.

Omar jumped on me, and I hit the tiled entry area hard. My teeth rattled from the impact, and Omar cupped his hands over my head as his body shielded mine. I screamed when two of his men fell on him, crushing me even more. I heard more gunshots and then screaming and more angry shouts.

Finally, the weight on my back lifted and someone picked me up and rushed us into the building. Omar was furiously barking orders and someone handed him a gun and a walkie-talkie. He shouted into it as well, and then I was whisked upstairs and summarily left in our penthouse, alone. I was crying and so furious that this was once again happening that I considered going home that very second.