Chapter 86 The confession

Chapter 86 The confession
Arihya POV

His hands moved everywhere down to my spine, grabbing fistfuls of my hair to angle my head the way he wanted it and at the same time gripping my hips to grind me harder against him.

He slapped my ass then nipped my neck and throat then sucked my nipples and the feeling of him inside me even the way he was everywhere and the way he was holding back and letting me grind on him, it was all too much.

Then I came so hard spots flew behind my eyes and the fire inside me burst, spreading a warm and a tingling sensation throughout my entire body.

“I have dreamed of that sound,” he rasped, nipping at my earlobe.

Warmth filled me like sunlight I shouldn’t take what he said to heart and he was jerk and completely heartless but when he was sweet, it made me feel on top of the world.

I wanted to please him and I wanted to make him lose his mind because why the fuck will he board a flight from London to Dubai just to fuck me.

Reaching back, I rested my hands on his knees and rode him so he could see everything.

His gaze caught fire, trailing from my parted lips, to my bouncing breasts, to where he slid in and out of me. I was so wet it was dripping down my thighs and filling the car with an obscene erotic noise.

He suddenly stilled me and ran his tongue across his teeth.

“You’ve adjusted, Arihya?”

With half-lidded eyes, I nodded. “Good.”

He gripped my hips, pulled us chest-to-chest and bounced me on his erection hard then up and down, not giving me a single break from the assault.

My moans and whimpers trembled in my throat with the force. My fingers splayed on the window as I searched for something to hold onto that wasn’t so consuming. “Oh, God, oh, God.”

When I climaxed the second time, he swallowed the noise in his mouth and with a punishing last thrust and a shudder, he finished inside me then he softly nipped my neck in a rough sort of appreciation.

Our heavy breaths filled the silence and I was so full of contentment, high on a languid post-coital bliss, as I rested my face in the crook of his neck. Curled my fingers in his hair. “Say something in Arabic.”

“Ahebbik ya Arihya, anti ajmal fatat qabaltuha fi hayati..”

“What did you say?”

“You’re annoying.”

“It was a shameful thing that I still didn't understand Arabic, even though I have lived most of my life in Dubai,” I mused.

I didn’t believe for a second that was what he’d said and I like the fact that he didn't judge me not understanding the language.

Something thick and wet slid down my thigh.

My sex-high liquefied and turned to ice in my stomach had I really just had unprotected sex, so unprotected and by the way his come was leaking out of me I could really get pregnant which I really hope for but can I bear the drama that will follow?

I quickly did a frantic mental calculations in my head, trying to calculate when I ovulated and which happened to be now of all days.

He must have felt the tension in me because his hand stopped its caress down my back.

“You’re not on the pill.” It was more of an assumption than a question.

I never had sex why would I need to be?

Pushing away from him, I pulled a bra strap back onto my shoulder as an icy trickle of panic crawled up my spine. “No.”

I could only imagine if I got pregnant while your perfect wife and daughter awaits you in London.

I was indeed nothing but a whore, my lungs squeezed, tightening and tightening with a band that wouldn’t release, soon tears burned the backs of my eyes.

Two rough hands grasped my face. “Breathe.”

His touch dimmed my husband voice in my mind. I was suddenly envious of Cassian, my nightmares were terrified of him and I shut my eyes, focusing on the breathing techniques my therapist taught me.

“We’ll get a Plan B.” His thumb brushed away the tear running down my cheek as I nodded, shaky.

He let me go, and as he put himself back together zipping his pants and fixing his hair that I’d thoroughly mussed, something frigid settled in the air. It felt suspiciously like regret.

His warmth disappeared and ice coming.back to his eyes and shoulders.

If he didn’t know the extent of the baggage I carried around before, he knew now.

Mortification felt heavy in my chest maybe this had been necessary to make it easy not to speak to him again.

Simply because I’d be too humiliated to acknowledge this had ever happened.

The panic attack soon ebbed, but it was still so cold between us even as he helped me adjust my dress and then used a napkin from the glovebox to wipe the come from my thighs.

It was so clinical that I will have thought he was a doctor, "why did you call that night and what is really going on with you."

He asked suddenly and I don't know if it was how he said it but fuck, I'm pissed and I want to get off this car.

"Did you fly here just to know why I called?"

"Don't fuck with me Arihya, why are you in an American house and working as a stay in tutor when your husband is a billionaire? Did you run from him again? What the fuck is going on and I'm not letting you go without an answer?"

At this point I don't know what I truly wanted, I loved that his concerned about me but I don't want him to think he has the right to know what is going on in my life, I'm a psychopath I know but staring at his lips, I didn't know where to start answering from again. So I leaning onto him again.

He let me kissed him the way I want as I grinned myself on him, Elena would go mad if she sees us now, "you won't send her anything" he threatened but I just wanted him right now.

"I getting a divorce and I want child that was Why I called you."