Secrets of Us A Forbidden Love Romance (Alina) novel Chapter 90

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I’m saying a prayer to whatever god exists that Jake is nowhere to be found. Zaid and I make our way to his room, with no one knowing.

I lean over the bed, putting my weight on my hands as my legs turn to literal jello.

“Fuck.”

He chuckles from behind me, and I feel him move my dress up my thighs, up my waist and over my head. A shiver runs down my skin and with his hands on my hips, he spins

me to face him.

“I had fun tonight,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my nipple.

I shudder, arching my back. “Me, too.”

There’s a rumble in his chest and I know he’s laughing. “You’re so responsive.”

My eyes are closed, and all I focus on are the tips of his fingers as they caress my spine. “You feel so good.”

He hums, his fingers trailing lower, and when he nudges at the plug in my ass, I hiss. My

body jerks and he seems to like that, holding me tight against him.

“You need to relax, baby.”

I moan. He pulls on the plug, and I bury my fingers in his chest. He’s lazily pressing kisses

to my neck. When I realize he’s trying to take it out of me, I lift one leg and wrap it around his waist, opening myself up.

“Good girl,” he purrs against my ear.

I shudder again and then I kiss his neck, running my lips and my tongue across his skin. I can be a good girl; I am a good girl. For him.

He moans, thrusting his hips against mine, his erection nestled between us.

“Zaid,” I groan.

He says nothing, just keeps kissing me and pulling on the plug. Slowly, as I relax to his

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touch, I feel myself loosening. I hiss, biting down on his shoulder as the thickest part of the plug passes.

I breathe out, relief flooding me as I tingle from the absolute emptiness. The plug thuds against the ground and then it’s his finger prodding the rim of my asshole.

I hiss, pulling on his shirt until his mouth is on mine. He smiles against me. “You’ll be a little sore, but nothing you can’t handle.”

He removes his fingers, laying a small slap on my cheek before pulling away.

I’m naked, panting for breath, my ass sore and my pussy throbbing. Why does he always pull away and what will it take to finally get him to fuck me?

He looks me up and down, his eyebrow quirking. His hands move to the hem of his shirt and my eyes take him in, scars and all, as he undresses. The heat in my chest grows and when his boxers drop to the floor and I get an eye load of his erection.

“Jesus fuck,” I practically salivate.