Royalty Gone Bad

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Saïda's POV:

I was walking down one of the empty corridors of the house later that morning when someone grabbed my arm from behind. I gasped surprised, and then turned.

My heart immediately melted when I realised it was Asahd. He smirked at me and then looked around.

"Come," he whispered.

Before I could reply, he opened one of the doors along the corridor and it turned out to be one of the unoccupied guestrooms of the palace. He pulled me in and immediately closed the door behind us.

I giggled a little and leaned against the door. He immediately wrapped his arms around my waist and I wrapped mine around his neck.

"Finally alone," he whispered and unable to wait any longer, I brought him down to kiss me. Which he did. I moaned when I felt his warm tongue in my mouth, loving the taste of him.

'Gosh, I'd craved this all morning. You're killing me, Asahd.'

Writer's POV:

Asahd kissed her deep, loving her sweet smell. He just wanted to eat her up if he could.

He let his hands slide down to her ass and when he grabbed her, she moaned into his mouth. He lifted her off the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist. The way they kissed each other reflected how much they had been dying to be alone together again. It showed how bad they craved each other.

He left her lips and went down to her neck, kissing and nibbling while he pressed his body hard against hers. Saïda moaned and tilted her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and lowered her own head to kiss him on the neck too. Things were already getting feverish in that room. The tingle in between her legs had started again. It always did when she was with Asahd. But now it was worse because she had already tasted the forbidden with him. She'd allowed him to penetrate her, and her body demanded more.

They smooched in the fever of their desire. She suckled against the soft skin of his neck, loving his smell and wanting to become one with him as much as possible. Asahd moaned against her soft skin, doing same to her.

"Someone's hungry," he chuckled lowly, loving the way she suckled against the sensitive skin of his neck. It made him moan softly.

"Yes I am, Asahd," she admitted dreamily.

They wanted more and more of each other.

"Yesterday was amazing," Saïda whispered, looking up at him. He smirked and kissed her deep.

"I agree," he kissed her again. "I loved being buried in your warm folds. Felt like home."

She blushed and kissed him, a sweet feeling going down her spine.

"I loved it too. Yyouy drive me crazy, Asahd," she said, already breathless. "I'll never forget what happened yesterday. I can't explain what you do to me." "It felt so good, didn't it?" he kissed her deep.

"Yeah," she replied softly.

"You loved it."

"Yes."

"You want more?" he asked softly and goosebumps covered her skin.

"Yes, Asahd."

"Then I'll give you more."

Pressing her up against the door with his body, he let his free hand slide in between their bodies and press against her mound. She moaned softly against his lips. "This is mine now, Saïda," he kissed her deep, making her run out of air and goosebumps to cover her skin.

The Prince had completely brainwashed the girl. He was addicted and obsessed with her, and he had succeeded in making her feel same about him.

"Say it's mine," he rubbed her mound and she gasped lowly.

"It's yours, Asahd. I'm yours," her voice was soft and dreamy, carried away by the Prince's words.

"Good," he kissed her deep. "We'll meet here tonight. Immediately after dinner. Okay?"

"Okay."

"I can't wait to fill you up again. Make love to you one more time. I'm hungry for you, Saïda."

He kissed her again.

"I- I can't believe you orgasmed in me, Asahd," she whispered, looking at him with red cheeks. The Prince smirked.

"I did. And I will again and again." he said and she bit her lip.

"You're crazy," she smiled shyly.

"That's why you love me," he caressed her cheek. "You're even more beautiful this morning."

"So many people told me same this morning," she kissed his lips. “Seems your love making did me a lot of good."

He smiled.

"Yeah. And my sperm."

Saïda reddened and gasped lowly in amusement.

"Oh my,"

"For real," he smirked mischievously. "If that fool had been the one to sleep with you first, trust me, you wouldn't be this bright. His sperm would've probably made you look slickly," he mused and Saïda laughed.

"Yalah, Asahd!" she giggled. "You're so shameless."

"I speak facts."

They kissed again.

"Luckily for me, I discovered that this is my safe period. So, I'm not at risk of getting pregnant," she muttered.

"Even if you did, where's the big deal?" he smirked at her. "If you marry Noure, you will be pregnant soon enough. But not for him, Saïda. It will be my child you'll be carrying. I assure you that." She reddened and he kissed her again.

"Saïda, I will speak to your father about my love for you today."

She froze a little.

"Asahd-"

"I will, Saïda," he cut in. "I can't let you marry Noure. I need you. I know how complicated it might be to tell Djafar, but I have to. I need to."

"Asahd, he will never accept you know," she murmured.

"That, we're not sure of, Saïda. I want to try. I want to take risks. If he refuses, at least I can say I tried."

She was silent.

"Let me try, Saïda," he whispered. She swallowed and nodded a little.

"Oh- okay."

"Alright."

She lowered her head and deeply kissed the man she was in love with.

Just then, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and saw that it was Hammar. Saïda rolled her eyes and he chuckled. "Seems she's here and looking for me. It's about time I got rid of her, don't you think?" he said, pecking Saïda softly.

"Mmhmm. I can't stand her," she admitted and he smiled, kissing her deeper and one last time.

He let her down and they kissed a few more times, unable to resist.

"Here. Tonight. Immediately after dinner," he reminded her.

"Okay."

"Good," he kissed her forehead. She smiled at him and then wiped some of the lipstick stains she'd left on his lips. "Let's go then."

She opened the door and poked her head out first. No one around. People hardly walked or passed through that part of the palace.

She immediately stepped out of the room and Asahd followed her. They left that corridor and turned into another one that led to the living room.

As they walked and chatted normally, Saïda suddenly halted when Noure appeared at the other end. He'd been looking for her. Asahd rolled his eyes.

"What the hell does he want?" the Prince muttered. Saïda had been frowning in Noure's direction.

Noure suddenly motioned her over with his hand.

"Please, can we talk Saïda?" he asked from where he was standing.

Saïda looked up at Asahd.

"I'll go listen to what he has to tell me, okay? You go meet Hammar in the meantime," she told the Prince.

"Alright, love. If he tries some nonsense with you, don't spare him."

"I definitely won't," Saïda mused.

"Good."

When she least expected it and to her great surprise, Asahd held her face with a hand and lowered his head to kiss her. With Noure at a distance, watching!! Saïda froze as Asahd kissed her deep in the most sensual and provocative manner ever! Noure saw everything! He literally made love to her mouth with his tongue, right there!

When he broke the kiss, Saïda was bright red and speechless as well as shocked and a little amused.

"That ought to remind him that you're mine now," was all Asahd said.

He smirked one last time at the girl before turning and going away. He frowned and walked past Noure, their arms hitting and Asahd completely ignoring him and looking ahead.

Noure watched him leave till he disappeared.

Saïda eventually approached Noure till they were face to face.

"Yes? What is it, Noure?" she asked, folding her arms. "Here to remind me that I have to marry you tomorrow? I'm aware since there are preparations going on here." she frowned.

Noure stared at her.

"That's not why I'm here, Saïda."

"Then??" she put her hands on her waist.

Noure was silent for a while and she saw him swallow.

"I don't want you to hate me Saïda," he started to her surprise.

"Should've thought of that before putting the wedding date to tomorrow."

He shook his head a little.

"I'm sorry, Saïda. You were right. You are right. I have no right to force you into doing what you don't want to," he explained with difficulty.

Saïda blinked several times in confusion.

"What are you trying to say, Noure?" she asked, confused still.

"Saïda," he went on. "I'm here to tell you that I have called off the wedding."

Saïda's eyes widened.

"W- what??"

He held her hands in his.

"I'm sorry for my behavior towards you in the past days. My jealousy and anger worsened things between us. My behavior caused the bit of love you had for me, to vanish. Instead of trying to please you and win your heart back, I focused on trying to hurt Asahd and forcing you to marry me."

"Yes you shocked me, Noure. I didn't expect this from you," Saïda replied.

"I too didn't expect you to fall in love with someone else, Saïda. How did you want me to react?"

Saïda was silent, seeing things from his point of view.

"I'm sorry Noure and I will repeat it as often as possible, for breaking your heart. But you treated me like I'd done it intentionally. You insulted and judged me, Noure. After I'd taken my time to explain how my situation confused me as well. I explained to you, hoping you would understand. Before we became lovers, we were friends. And I really thought you would try and understand me, as a true friend would." "You have to understand that it wasn't easy for me, either. But you are right. I became abusive towards you. I'm sorry. I didn't try to understand you and tried to force you to marry me.”

He held her hands again.

"And I know that if it'd been me to fall for someone else, Saïda, you would've definitely let me be."

Which was a fact. If it'd been Saïda, she would've let go after seeing how in love Noure was with the other person. Saïda was the sacrificing type. She would've let him go with the other person, just so he would be happy, even if it broke her heart into pieces.

"I love you, Saïda," he admitted with a lump in his throat and Saïda felt a little sting in her chest. "Very much. Please, don't hate me. Please."

"Noure, I don't hate you. I would've hated you till the end if I was to marry you tomorrow. Remember, I'd told you that the bit of sympathy I had for you would disappear immediately you made me marry you. You haven't yet and so, I don't hate you for now. And probably I won't because you're telling me you called off the wedding?"

"Yes, yes. I spoke to your father and my parents."

"What??" Saïda's heart dropped.

"Don't worry. I didn't tell them about Asahd and you. It's your job to tell your father. I just told them that I realised I wasn't ready. And that I wasn't sure of making you happy and that's why I decided to call it off." "What did my father say??" her eyes widened.

"He is very disappointed and confused about my decision. He's at my parents house. I decided to come here real fast and let you know so that by the time he approaches you, once he returns, you'll seize the opportunity and tell him the truth yourself. If you want."

Saïda was so surprised.

"I love you very much, Saïda. Very much. And I want us to stay in good terms. I want us to remain the good friends we were before all this."

Saïda's eyes prickled.

"I realised that if I really want to prove my love, I have to sacrifice it. I have to, for you to be happy," he swallowed. "It hurts to admit it but it's so obvious. So clear. Asahd definitely makes you happy. In a few days, he's made you brighten up. You seem happier, prettier, brighter."

Saïda swallowed.

"You're free now. And I hope you will forever be happy, my dear. I'm sorry. Forgive me."

Saïda's eyes prickled. She was shocked and pleased. She couldn't believe her ears.

"I forgive you, Noure," her eyes watered. "Thank you very much."

"Thank you instead, for forgiving me. We're good now?" his eyes watered too.

"Of course."

He smiled a little and she smiled back. Saïda stepped closer and hugged him. He hugged her back.

"Thank you, Noure," she repeated.

"Thank you too, dear. Wish you all happiness."

She smiled and nodded. Noure smiled a little and excused himself, before leaving. Saïda watched him go, unable to believe what had just happened.

'Yalah! I can't believe it.'

Saïda smiled to herself, unable to believe her good luck! She was so happy, she thought she he would scream.

"Yes!" she whispered out loud.

Noure felt relieved yet he was a little saddened. However, he was happy Saïda had forgiven him and they were now in very good terms. It was hard for him but he definitely preferred to have her favors than

feel her hatred. He'd decided to sacrifice.

As he left, he passed through the living room where he saw Asahd who'd just sat down to talk with Hammar. He swallowed and approached them.

"My Prince?" he bowed and Asahd looked up. The Prince stared at him in worst way. "Can I please have a word with you?" he asked rather politely, surprising Asahd.

Asahd excused himself and followed Noure to a corner. He folded his arms.

"What?" Asahd asked rudely, frowning.

"You've won, Prince Asahd." he simply said.

"Yeah, I'm aware," Asahd retorted.

Noure took a deep breath.

"I called the wedding off. I won't be marrying her. And I hope you will because she's free now."

Asahd's expression turned to surprise.

"What are you telling me?" Asahd asked in disbelief and surprise.

"She'll explain things to you. I'm sorry for my behavior towards you, my Prince. I have just one thing to say. Please, keep Saïda smiling and happy."

Asahd stared at him.

"I already am. And forever will," Asahd replied firmly.

Noure nodded and bowed.

"Excuse me, my Prince. Have a good day."

He then walked away. Asahd stared at him till he disappeared.

"Today's a very good day," he smiled to himself. "One problem gone. Now Djafar."