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Marjan’s beauty has always made men do foolish things, but her husband, Sadegh, never expected her to bring the past back to their bed. Sina, the contractor who once owned her, wants her again—and he demands Sadegh kneel and watch. The accountant’s soft hands and stooped shoulders are about to learn what true submission costs.
Sadegh stays on the rug, knees aching, tasting her on his lips, as the bed creaks and Marjan's soft moan tells him Sina has entered her. Sina's voice is low, commanding—'Look at her, Sadegh. See who s
Sadegh's knees press into the thick bedroom rug, the same rug where he and Marjan once lay tangled on their wedding night, and he watches Sina's callused hand slide up Marjan's bare thigh. Sina doesn'
Sadegh is still on the rug, mouth wet, when Sina's hand closes on his hair and drags him to kneel beside the bed where Marjan lies. 'You both need to learn your places,' Sina says, his voice low and h
The lamp still burns. Sadegh does not close his eyes, and Sina's hand tightens on his wrist, pulling him across the sheets until he is between them, Marjan's thigh over his hip, her mouth at his ear.
Sadegh kneels on the rug at the foot of the brass bed, his knees pressed into the worn fibers, as Sina stands behind Marjan and lifts her hair from her neck. 'You wanted to see what a real husband doe