Forty Two.

"Fuck.." I moan as my feverish skin makes me dizzy with lust.

[Yes.] "Evet, Mila. You make me want to ravage you when I should be disgusted by the thought of even touching you." He mutters. "But I'm not. Instead, everything about you makes me mad with desire and I can not control it. God's, I tried to but I don't want to anymore." He removes his hand from the wall, wrapping his fingers around my jaw and he forces me to stare up at him.

"You've already had a taste of me and one taste is all you get." I swallow loudly, throwing his words back at him.

He chuckles, "One taste wasn't enough, askim." [My love.] He licks his lips as his eyes drink in my almost naked body. "I don't know if one taste will ever be enough."

I try to concentrate on breathing air into my starving lungs, trying to drown out his words with thoughts of Sandro and fail horribly when his calloused thumb brushes across my erect nipple.

I arch my back off the wall, "Just once." I lick my lips as his thumb brushed over my nipple again. "We'll get the sexual tension out of our system and move forward."

[Yes] "Evet, just once." He snickers, wrapping his arm around my waist and he pulls me flush up against his rock hard body.

We stare at one another, and I try to figure out how this man has me all hot and flustered after what occurred only an hour ago with Trent.

I was nearly raped.

Yet, here I stand wanting this Turkish God to have his wicked way with me.

Is there something wrong with me?

Am I really that damaged?

And all those crazy impressions fly out the window the moment he crushes his lips against mine. I moan as his tongue starts to lick the seams of my lips and I open up like a blossoming flower letting him tongue fuck my mouth.

I can feel how selfish I am being.

How truly and deeply to my aching core how selfish I am being when it comes to this Turkish God.

And for once in my life, I refuse to feel guilty.

I snake my hands around his neck, deepening our kiss as I wrap a leg around his hip and cling to him, grinding my sex against his cock.

"Kirazlı turtadan daha tatlısın." He mutters.

"I love it when you speak Turkish." I moan.

He chuckles, lifting me off the ground and I wrap my other leg around his waist. "I said, You're sweeter than cherry pie." He kisses, licks and sucks on my feverish skin.

I yelp with surprise as his finger pulls on my thong, tearing it from my body and he dangles it between us.

"I'll be keeping this."

I feel him smile against my skin as his lips never leave my body.

"You perve." I giggle.

He rips the towel from his torso, lining his cock at my entrance and I already know I'm ready for him. I can feel my arousal seeping from my pussy and I sink down on him.

[Shit!] "Bok!" He hisses.

I take all of him, screaming as he thrusts his hips forward, filling me to the hilt and a pinch of pain is left in his wake.

"Wait," I cry out. "I need a moment. It's been forever since.." I cry out again when he starts sucking on my nipple through my lacy bra.

I rake my manicure nails over his shoulders as I wrap my legs tighter around his waist. He starts to thrust into me again, this time with raw determination to take what he wants from my body and I willingly give it to him.

With every pound, I cry out with pleasure.

When he grunts, I scream, begging him not to stop as my pussy tightens around him, sucking him deeper inside me.

"Bed," he mumbles.

He gently lays me down on the edge of the mattress, propping my legs up and my gaze wanders over his perfectly sculpted body.

I bite my bottom lip when my eyes land on his cock that is covered in my arousal, glistening in the natural light the apartment has to offer.

He wraps his hands around my thighs and slams into me, balls deep. The sound of him pounding into my wet pussy fills the room, his hands glide up my torso and he cups my breasts, pinching my nipples.

I scream, arching my back off the bed, cumming all over his cock as my hands clutch the sheets beneath me and my body spasms with my release.

He continues to watch me as he relentlessly fucks me, keeping a steady pace and grunts.

"One more, Askim. [My love.] Give me one more." He demands.

A cold sweat breaks out all over my body.

I dig my heels into the mattress, arching my back off the bed once again. I begin to pant, pressure builds in the pit of my stomach for the second time and I close my eyes as I scream his name, cumming as he demanded.

His cock jerks once, twice and I feel him coat my pussy walls with his hot jizz, drawing my release out longer.

Seconds later, he slowly pulls out of me, watching with a look of satisfaction on his face. "Absolutely fucking beautiful." He breathes out in a husky tone.

My cheeks flush, immediately I try to clamp my legs shut and a frown crosses his face. "Why so shy all of a sudden?" He asks.

I tug at the sheet but he stops me.

"I have never been bared or taken in such a raw delicious way. I'll be able to feel you for the next day or two because you fucked me like you own me." I avert my gaze from him, feeling vulnerable.

I sense him standing up, "Look at me." He orders in a soft tone.

I sit up, wrapping my arms around my body and I peer up at him. "I fucked you as I own you because I do in a sense." He sighs, placing his hands on his hips. "As I was filling you, kedi yavrusu [kitten] I decided I want to keep you and Sandro safe for as long as I shall live. And the only way for me to do that is by marrying you...."