Royalty Gone Bad novel Chapter 104

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Writer’s POV:

The next day, Saïda wasn’t feverish anymore and this permitted Asahd to enjoy her more and more.

Their honeymoon was a sweet one and Asahd made sure they exploited most of it.

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The days passed and the lovers would visit the most beautiful sites of Cancun, engage in the hotel’s fun activities, go shopping and make love nonstop. Life sure was sweet on their side.

Asahd spoiled his princess in every type of way. Saïda sure was lucky. And it was just a start. Asahd had a surprise already planned for her, back in Zagreh. The jealous ones would have no choice but to deal with their evident love.

Finally, the lovers were left with only two more days in Cancun. They decided to enjoy their private beach even more, for the time left.

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Saïda’s POV:

After having fun in the water and playing around the rocks, I left the water and went to Asahd who was lying on the mat and underneath the beach parasol.

“The water is so fresh.” I said with a smile, coming to kneel by him.

“I know right,” he smiled at me. “You’re so pretty.”

“Aaaw, thank you,” I laughed a little, blushing.

He smiled and got up on his side, his elbow holding him up.

“So,” he started. “...already made a choice for our next destination?” he asked, kissing my thigh.

“Um, I don’t even know where I wanna go, next,” I giggled, scratching my head.

“Well better think quick, unless you want us staying here for one more week.”

“Hmm, I’ve always wanted to visit Italy,” I said.

“Oh. That’s not a bad idea. I would like to visit the place myself. Especially Pisa and Rome.”

“So, that’s where we’ll go next?”

“Yes ma’am. I’ll check the fight info online, tonight.”

“Alright. Thank you,” I said with a smile.

“Don’t thank me, honey. You deserve the best,” he smiled at me and goosebumps covered my skin. I smiled back, lowering myself to peck him.

′I wonder if I would’ve been this happy with Noure. Not in reference to the wealth or whatsoever. The wealth has never been my priority. What I wonder, is if I would’ve been this in love, deep in my feelings and content, if I’d been with Noure instead.

-I honestly don’t think so...especially after I discovered a certain choleric side of his, I never knew existed. That side that was ready to force me and threaten me.

Like they always say:

"The devil you know is better than the Angel you don’t know.“-′

I thought. Asahd was that devil I’d grown with. He was that one I’d always known, the one I knew all the weaknesses and strengths, I knew how angry he could get and I could cope with it no matter what.

Noure was that Angel that I thought I knew. I only knew the sweet face he showed whenever we were together. I hardly saw him and I already thought I knew all his habits and ways. I was wrong. His reaction to Asahd and I, had scared me. Yes, he had the right to be angry..., but the things he’d told me had hurt me. They’d shocked me. He’d even brutalised me at a point, hurting my arm. Who knew if he wasn’t the type to hit a woman when really angry?

′Hmm. Well that’s never gonna happen cuz I’m a married woman now.′

The thought made me smile and I snapped out to find Asahd staring at me in amusement. I laughed.

“What?” I asked, amused.

“I’d lost you for a whole minute,” he laughed. “Where were you?”

“Deep in my thoughts and thinking of how I actually made the right choice,” I admitted shyly and he smiled, sitting up so he was facing me.

“It was way too evident that I was your Mr Right. You were just stubborn,” he teased and I laughed.

“Your seducing was without pity.”

“Without it you would’ve married the wrong person. And with time it would’ve forced me into marrying Hammar. Or worse, Zhou,” he chuckled.

“Phew. Well thank you, then,” I giggled and leaned in close. I kissed him deep, holding his face in my hands. He kissed me back.

′I haven’t given him his ”gift“, yet. I’ll do it once in Italy. I’ll surprise him. This time I’ll have to be the seductress.

-And be a little dominant than usual. Don’t forget he’s kinda kinky.

Gosh, I’ll need a whole lot of courage for that.

-It’ll be worth it. You’ll see.′

I heard my subconscious and it made me redden while I kissed Asahd.

′I will. I hope.′

Before I could realise, Asahd had my body down on the mat and underneath him. I kissed him nice and slow, running my fingers through his hair and goosebumps covering my skin.

He kissed his way down my chin to my neck. He kissed, licked, nibbled and suckled. I moaned softly, caressing his back and shoulders. I knew what was coming, but I was enjoying the moment.

When he slid a hand into my bikini piece and rubbed my folds, I moaned and gasped a little.

“N– not here, Asahd,” I moaned weakly.

“Right here, Saïda,” he whispered, kissing me deep.

“Don’t worry. I won’t take your bikini off.”

With that, he took his hand out and I felt him pull his boner out. He pushed my panties to the side and when I felt his tip rubbing against me, I froze a little and moaned lowly.

“You drive me crazy, sweetheart,” he moaned softly as he pushed forward.

“Ohhh~” I moaned when he penetrated me, nonstop until he was all the way in.

“Ohhh~” we moaned in unison. I immediately wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him.

′I love this feeling so much.′

As he kissed me back, he started making love to me. His thrusts were slow, long and deep. He would go all the way out and all the way back in.

“Mmmm, gosh I love you,” I gasped, wrapping my legs around him.

′I’m not just addicted to love making now, I’m addicted to the lover that makes it to me.′

“I love you too,” he whispered huskily, his lips brushing against mine.

Our eyes slowly opened and we stared at each other, while he humped me nice and slow. I could hardly keep them open but I did my best to. I wanted to look him the eyes. I loved the gaze full of desire, pleasure, lust and love that he gave me. He saw the same in my eyes.

“Ohhhhh Asahd~” I moaned, finally closing my eyes again because it was getting better and even more intense.

I held on to him and he buried his face in my neck, kissing me softly and making me drool.

“Yesss~”

He went deeper, planting soft kisses all over my face and lips. He licked my bottom lip and then bit it softly, gently pulling on it. I was loving everything. He was sensual. The perfect lover. He was the only man I’d ever known intimately and would forever remain that man.

I moaned, arching my back a little and caressing his smooth and muscular arms and body. He was so warm and the feel of our skin against each other, made things sweeter and sexier.

′There’s no other place I’d rather be.′

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Writer’s POV:

After a hot, sensual and unforgettable week spent in beautiful Cancun, it was time for the lovers to change their honeymoon destination. Next up, Italy and it’s beautiful cities.

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“I’ll miss Cancun so much,” Saïda said as she and Asahd drove to the airport.

“I’ll miss it too. We sure had a good time here,” he smiled, kissing her hand.

“Yes we did. It was great. I can’t believe we had sex for seven days straight, Asahd. You don’t get tired,” she laughed and Asahd chuckled.

“Of course I get tired. That’s why I sleep right after. I’d warned you it would be everyday. Sometimes twice in one day. It didn’t kill you did it?” he laughed and she joined him.

“Nope it didn’t.”

“There. You’ll have a little break when we return to Zagreh. This isn’t called honeymoon for nothing.” he laughed out and she laughed again.

“Little break?? Your terrible,” she laughed.

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Soon, the couple arrived the airport and Asahd was going to buy their tickets. He saw that there were two flights, one that was straight for Pisa and another that would stop at Rome before continuing to Paris.

“Should we go to Rome first or Pisa?” he asked Saïda.

“Pisa. I really want to visit it first.”

“Okay then.”

Asahd went and bought the tickets and returned.

“We’ll have to wait an hour, babe. Our flight’s delayed.” he told Saïda, sitting with her.

“Uh oh. There’s so much heat and we have to wait.”

“It’ll pass. Want a cold drink?”

“Yes, please.”

“I’ll be right back.”

Asahd’s POV:

I found a COLA machine. There was a guy in front of it, waiting for the cold drink to fill his second plastic cup. He already had a full cup in a hand. I waited patiently for my turn.

When it filled, to my surprise he turned abruptly, probably not knowing that there was someone behind him. He was surprised when I gasped as his drinks poured out. I dodged and luckily it didn’t touch my shirt, but it wet my shoes.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, in surprise.

“Oh gawd! I’m so sorry, man,” the guy gasped. “I didn’t know there was someone behind me.” he had an accent. He was definitely Italian. He was about my age or a year or two, older.

“It’s fine,” I shook my leg to get the liquid off.

“I’m so sorry. Hold on,” he put his cups back on the machine and turned to me. He pulled a hankie out and gave it to me. He was actually nice for that. “Here.”

“No it’s fine,” I smiled.

“I insist. You can keep it,” he chuckled and I finally took it.

“Thanks,” I was going to bend and wipe my shoes when I suddenly spotted the exact copy of the dude in front of me, approach from the other side.

I froze, a little surprised.

It had to be his twin.

He was on the phone as he approached us.

"Yeah, we’re leaving Mexico right now, dad.”

He frowned at his apparent brother and took the phone away from his face.

“The fuck are you doing here chatting, Alejandro?? The flight for Rome leaves in five minutes,” he stated.

“While getting the drinks, I spilled them on his shoes,” the first one mused.

That was when the second turned and finally noticed me.

“Sorry about that,” he said in a rather formal manner, like some wealthy businessman would. The clothes they had on confirmed that they were probably wealthy.

“It’s fine. Thanks.”

“Alright.” he then turned to his brother. “Let’s go, Al. I don’t wanna miss a flight a second time because of you, again.”

“Alright, alright,” the first laughed and grabbed the cups, giving his brother one. He then looked at me, “Sorry again, bro.”

“No problem.”

He smiled and walked away. His serious looking twin stayed back and stared at me. I almost flinched, yet I found it a little amusing.

“Nice shoes,” he simply said.

“Thanks,” I smiled a little, though he didn’t smile back but simply nodded.

“Lorenzo!” the other called from a distance. “Weren’t you in a rush??”

“Coming,” he smirked a little at me which surprised me. “Safe journey, if you’re traveling,” he added in a less dry and more friendly tone.

“Thanks.”

“Sorry again for the shoes,” he finally ended, and rushed to join his identical brother.

′That one was a little weird. Creepy.′

I thought in amusement and bended to wipe my shoes. Then I got the drinks and went back to Saïda.

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Soon our flight was ready and we finally boarded it. Next up, Italy.