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Last night's incident left me a little shaken—the last time I had an attack was almost five years ago when I was in College. But I wanted to thank Bree so much but she wasn't coming near me. We were still at the hospital because they wanted to keep me in observation for 24 hours. Thank God it's Sunday otherwise knowing Bree, she would've started work by now. "Okay, come on, let's get you home." She said as she entered the room and closed the door behind her. I was grateful, now I have my chance. I sat up on the beg and my legs hanged freely from the high bed.

"Bree," I said, catching her wrist. "What is it?" she said in monotone and checked my forehead and placed two fingers on the side of neck and glanced at her wrist watch."Okay, youre good to go. We can leave now." She said in a professional tone and was about to get away when I quickly wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her close to my chest, her hands resting on my shoulders. She frowned and tried to get out of my hold but I only tightened my hold and leaned in closer to the crook of her neck.

"Z-zac?" she stammered, nervousness evident in her voice. I chortled—its amazing how much she has changed ever since the frst time I met her. I know that intimate contact always gets her nervous and on edge. I planted a sloppy kiss on her neck and inhaled her scent deeply—hmm, roses and grapes.

"Zac, not now. Let's leave this for the bedroom." She said, suddenly going stiff in my embrace. Going behind, she unlocked my arms and stared at me with a serious look. I pouted. This isn't fair. But she was right so I obliged. When we got home, I so badly wanted to hold her but she got busy in dinner preparations for her friends. "Can I help?" I asked.

"No it's okay. I'll take care of it. You go ad rest." She said, more like commanded. I folded my arms and leaned against the door frame; watching her do her stuff. It must've been five miutes or so when she stopped and sighed. Turning around with a straight face, she walked towards me and pulled me down with my collar until her lips crashed with mine. I smirked against her lips—yup, she's beginning to know what I want and how I want it. I quickly caught her waist and began to walk us towards the counter as we kissed. Sitting up on top of the empty kitchen counter, I loosened her ponytailed hair and ran both my hands in her hair as I further deepened the kiss. "You know," I panted, gazing into her soft brown orbs. "You almost killed me yesterday. You need to be punished." I chided and captured her lips again before she could react. Licking and biting her lower lips for access, I inserted my tongue and explore her delicious mouth—the mere taste of her was intoxicating. I heard her moan and continued my onslaught.

I don't get it though—she isn't half as beautiful as the type I prefer—to my past girlfriends, she doesn't even compare, but every time, my hear swells when I see her and I want nothing but to hold her, make love to her and to make her happy.

Is this love? Am I falling in love with my wife?

Maybe.

I felt my libido grow so I quickly broke the kiss. To my intense pleasure, she groan and unlocked her arms around my neck. "Best save this for tonight." I said and went out of the kitchen.

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Her friend, Haleema as Bree called her, arrived by 8 along with her husband. I was a little nervous but their carefree and friendly nature got me comfortable in mere seconds. The dinner went great—Bree made everything Pakistani and it was sublime. It was fun talking to them—Haleema was a psychiatrist and worked alongside Bree while her husband was a cardiologist. It was truly a pleasure getting to know them.

Bree was very quiet and busy in serving our guests so I helped her around—I felt her acting a bit strange when in their presence. I noticed the way she was looking at Haleema's husband, Raheel. And whenever he would address her, she would look at him with clarity and a half smile. It really set me on fire—why was she giving him a half smile when all she ever gives me is a small smile? It can't be only because he's our guest. No, I had a feeling that something was up. And what's with the stupid blush that she's putting on whenever she would talk to him? What the hell! Normally I would love her to blush because she seldom does it consciously but only for me and not for another guy. Her reactions were setting my blood to boil and extreme rage and jealous bubble n me.

"So, Amber, now that ER wards are over for you, which ward shall you cover now?" Raheel inquired while swallowing his food.

She shrugged and looked down. "I'm not so sure Bhai, maybe the pediatrics' ward." She answer. I was really on edge when I saw the blush on her cheeks flare up. I glanced at the man who was completely oblivious to my wife's reaction, and loking at his wife lovingly. I know she isn't the shy type so why is she acting like this? It was beyond aggravating. Even though she was calling him brother yet the look in her eyes resembled something like approval or liking. Okay, that's it. I threw the napkin on the table.

"Darling, can I talk to you for a minute." I said and got up. She looked at me in confusion but followed me to the kitchen. Once I was sure that we were out of their site, I caught her waist and pushed her agsint the closed kitchen door and captured her lips—she ylped but I muffled them completely and kissed her furiously—this is what you get for making me jealous Bree.

She tried to release her hands but I pinned them on top of her head and slammed my lips hungry at her till I was certain that her lips were swollen. I'll label you so hard Bree that every time those lips will move tonight will remind you that you belong to me.

Panting, I let her hands go and she pushed me away. "What the hell?" she hissed and touched her lips. I smirked and winked at her. "Bring the dessert please, dear." I said innocently and left her in a baffled state.

When she returned back to our guests, her lips were not only red but so was her face. Good, let that be known that she's mine. I felt someone's gaze on me and when I turned, Haleema was staring at me with a smirk. I smiled and tried to focus on the dessert that Bree placed in front of me; it's like her gaze was too open, but I had a feeling she understood what I did to Amber and was proud of it because now she was looking at Amber with a similar glint. After a few minutes, Raheel asked to go to the washroom—I was willing to show him the way when Haleema stopped me and asked Amber take him nstead. I was going to protest but they were already going before I could even say anything.

"So, Zac bhai, I'm really glad to have finally met you. You don't know how much I nagged Amber to let me meet with her husband, but her being her, she was stubborn until she finally gave in." she started.

"Thank you." I replied briefly, getting at the edge of my chair at the thought of another man with my wife especially when she took him to our bedroom's washroom.

"It's okay bhai. I know you're worried but don't be." She said all of a sudden. I frowned and faced her. "I'm not worried." I stated. She gave me a soft smile. "It's okay, you don't need to hide your concern from me. I can see that you care deeply for Amber."

"I know your worried especially due to the fact that all night Amber has been acting strangely. She does that whenever Raheel meets with her—but I can assure you that you don't need to worry; she's always like that around him." She stated.

I raised my brow, now she had piqued my worry. "Might I ask why?"

"I'm not at liberty to say but since she's your wife now, I think I should tell you; she used to like Raheel a lot. She crushed on him throughout high school. But when we got engaged, she was heartbroken. Our friendship took for the worse after that and she didn't speak to me for two years until we finally mended our broken bond five years ago. She acts strangely in front of Raheel because she's partially embarrassed for her feelings that she harbored for him but now that she herself is married, I think so enough she'll develop those feeling for you to." She informed.

I scoffed. As if, I really hope that she does but I know it won't happen so easily—she's dead set on not letting love get in the way of our relationship. I was feeling even more enraged on that piece of information. I clenched my jaw and fisted my hands.

The thought of her bearing feeling for another man was hopeful yet aggravating—now I know that she can eventually learn to love me but I was also very mad at knowing that she let the love for another man enter her heart irrespective of the fact that she did so in her teen age years.

"I'm so glad that she's found someone like you—you seem like such a nice person Bhai, I now that she can be very difficult at times but I'm sure that you'll make her happy and maybe even return her back to the way she used to be." She said. Before I could ask her to elaborate, they came back. They stayed around for another half an hour and talked about their jobs and medical related stuff all the while I stuck to Bree and wouldn't leave her site.

The information that I received was hard for me to swallow. My already sour mood got worse, once they left, I stayed outside to cool my head. I never knew that I was a possessive type of guy but I felt extremely possessive about Amber—I felt like I should just lock her up and keep her all to myself. My jealously was eating me up but, I knew better.

She's my wife and thus, all mine. There's no way that I'll lose to that Raheel guy—I'll make her fall for me and only I'll be the one to capture her ice cold heart.

I found her in the kitchen, washing the dishes.

"Bree?" I said from behind her. She turned her face over her shoulder. "Oh, can you please get the glasses. I need to wash them." She asked. But I was done with self control. Without warning. I strode behind her, turned off the tap and carried her bridal style into my arms. At first carrying her was difficult but my anger fueled me towards accomplishing this feat with ease.

"What the . . . what are you doing? Put me down!" she demanded but I wasn't listening. She began to hit her lathered fists on my new kurta but I didn't care. Once in the bedroom, I slammed the door shut with my foot and set her down beside the bed.

"What are you . . . ," I quickly captured her lips and devoured her mouth. Soon enough her struggles died down and she locked her arms around my neck. My hands quickly disposed the dupatta around her neck and also took off her kurti, breaking the kiss.

"You're mine," I growled, cupping both sides of her face and gazing deeply into her eyes that were full of surprise and bewilderment. "Only mine!" I claimed fearlessly and kissed her again furiously. My lips travelled from her lips to her jaw and then to her neck where I lay wet kisses. Her moans only stimulated my need and I found myself getting hard. Her fingers tried to undo the buttons of my kurta but I released her and threw her on the bed. Propping her elbows, she looked at me, her eyes becoming hooded with lust and desire. I quickly did away with my shirt and hovered on top of her—her flushed flesh and plump swollen lips sent painful signals down my pants.

I roughly took off her bra and opened her tied hair. I have never been rough with a girl before but she had angered me and I seldom get angry, so 'm going to mae sure that she realizing what she made me go through tonight. Her whimpers only increased when I began to suck on the hardened buds of her beautiful breasts.

"Zac!" she gasped when I bite her right nipple, her hand running in my hair that set the beast in me on fire. Her body writhed beneath me.

That's right baby, scream my name—tonight I'm going to be so rough with you that you won't even act or look at another man like that ever again.

Removing her shalwar, I carasses the top of her underwear where I knew she was already wet for me. I smile in self-assurance. I'm glad to know that I'll be the only man who can have this effect on her. I wanted so badly to get inside her but I wanted her to beg. Sliding my hand in her underwear, i  found her soft wet nub and rubbed it with my thumb while my fingers massaged her wet lips. She gasped and whimpered.

"Zac, please." She begged, he back and neck arching away from the mattress and into my touch. Her body trembling.  "What is it that you want, darling?" I asked seductively in her ear and caught her earlobe between my teeth which made her pass a small shriek.

"Please, AH!"

"Please what?" I provoked and inserted my middle and index finger into her slippery passage but didn't move them. I saw as her eyes aflame with desire as she glared at me. "Please, just, ah, just," she screamed when I slipped my fingers deeper with speed as my thumb began to rub her nub viciously. Her eyes rolled back into their sockets and she thrived under my merciless onslaught, nearing her orgasm. I kissed her when I felt her climax and swallowed her moans when she exploded on my fingers.

"Hmm, baby, you're so ready for me say that you want," I muttered, tearing down her underwear and grabbed her hair a bit roughly. I have never been rough with her but she needs to know where she's standing and I'll show her just that. She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. "Yes, I want you so badly."

"Say that again." I growled in her ear. And bite and sucked on the warm pulsating flesh of her neck.

"Yes, I want you." She said.

"Say that you're mine!" I demanded. She groaned but I tugged her fisted hair slightly until she screamed. "Yes, I'm all yours. Please just take me." She beseeched, her expression torn between pleasure and longing.  I sneered triumphantly, pleased with the way she begged me as her high hadn't subsided yet and she grabbed the sheets. I quickly released her soft chocolaty lock and did away with my shalwar and boxers.

"Bree," I murmured and kissed her soft spot on her neck where I left a dark hickey. Her eyes were still closed. One hand was on her stomach while the other one was fisting the sheets. I spread her legs apart and hovered on top of her; intertwining our fingers together, I placed both of our hands on either side. Her brown orbs stared at me with anticipation when I positioned myself near her wet core.

"Zac!" she gasped and with that said, I drove into her quickly, probably knocking the breath out of her. With every hard thrust, I made sure that I went deep and made her scream my name.

"Ah, ah," she moaned when I thrust even deeper and harder and sped up. Groaning, I drove into her furiously, not satisfied at all even when I reached my high and exploded into her but her screams never ceased. With my throbbing manhood set on fire,  there was no way i was done.  Falling beside her, I turned her around so that her back was completely attached to my chest and her head fell on my shoulder. I moved her right leg away and when I entered her from that position, I growled, having realized that I could go even more deeper. Her surprised gasp was like music to my ears and i began to lay wet kisses down her shoulder-- her scent driving me crazy. Her hand pressed against my thigh as she moaned but I took her both hands into mine and hugged her closely, biting and sucking onto her shoulder. Driving faster into her, I made her scream so much that I knew then and there that I had marked her. She laid on her stomach and cried as I came at her even at that position. Her taut back and clenching softness showed me that she was nearing.

"Zac! I have to,"

"Don't, you're going to hold it in until I say so." I snarled, almost reaching my climax. Groaning and grunting, I came inside her painfully, my member still throbbing inside of her. "Okay, " and she exploded as well.  Breathing heavily, I pulled out of her. Her breathing was erratic while she laid there facing away from me. I turned her towards me and found her flushed expression refreshing. Smirking, I pulled her into my chest.

"We aren't done yet. I'm not going to let you sleep tonight." I whispered into her hair. She stiffed at that revelation and I chuckled with delight.My jealousy wasn't appeased as much though.

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