Married To The Dominant King

CHAPTER 5: The Golden Fantasy

NORA

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Chapter: The Golden Fantasy

The royal suite given to us was nothing short of breathtaking—a sanctuary carved from opulence itself. Every inch screamed of unimaginable wealth, with its pristine marble floors, high ceilings crowned with crystal chandeliers, and silk drapes that floated like whispers of luxury in the light breeze.

It had three bedrooms, each more extravagant than the last, a grand kitchen fit for royalty, and a living room that looked like it had leapt out of an architectural magazine. But what stole the breath from my lungs was the private indoor pool, sparkling under golden lighting like melted stars. And beyond the suite’s vast balcony? The city of Istanbul—timeless and majestic—stretched out in all its splendor.

“Girl, your dad must be filthy rich to have you stay in a hotel like this,” Emma exclaimed for the hundredth time, her eyes wide with wonder as she wandered toward the balcony. She stood there for a long moment, her mouth slightly open in awe, the golden hour light bathing her skin in warmth. “My God. I could stay here forever.”

I chuckled at her giddy amazement. “I’m glad you like it.”

“Are you crazy? I love it!” she squealed, twirling like a child under the chandelier, her laughter bouncing off the polished walls.

“Great,” I said, forcing a smile. “Have fun then. I’ll head to my room to get a shower. Then I’ll call my dad.”

Her laughter died down, and she turned toward me, her expression suddenly clouded with concern. “Are you okay, Nora? Don’t tell me you’re still shaken up by everything that happened today.”

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes, trying to will away the ache in my chest. The anxiety was a pulse under my skin I couldn’t ignore. I wanted to relax—to focus on my birthday tomorrow and enjoy this gorgeous hotel—but something in me wouldn’t let go.

“I’m trying, Emmy. Really, I am. But no matter how much I want to push it all aside and just enjoy this… I can’t. My dad’s secrecy is eating away at me.” I paused, trying to steady my voice. “He lied—no, he hid his close relationship with the royals from me. Made it seem like he was just a low-level employee. But he’s clearly someone important here. Influential even.”

Emma didn’t brush off my words or call me dramatic like I expected. Instead, she furrowed her brows, her gaze thoughtful. “You’re right. That’s not something he should’ve hidden from you. It’s not like you’d suddenly pack your bags and move to Istanbul just because your dad’s rich.”

“Exactly!” I groaned, pacing the suite’s plush carpet. “I need answers. I need to talk to him as soon as possible.”

I need answers. I need to understand what the hell is going on around me.

Emma and I exchanged tired glances, the weight of jet lag finally catching up to us.

“Alright, I’m off,” she mumbled with a yawn. “See you in the morning.”

“Night, Em.”

I slipped into my bedroom and was immediately embraced by the scent of lavender and the cool caress of silk sheets. But it was the bathroom that made me pause. It was more like a spa than a washroom—floor-to-ceiling marble, gold-trimmed mirrors, and a jacuzzi tub big enough for five.

I debated between a quick shower or a long, luxurious soak. The stress clinging to my muscles made the decision for me.

I grabbed my essentials from my suitcase and headed back inside. That’s when I noticed a set of golden bath products displayed on the counter—shimmering, decadent, and clearly custom-made. One bottle in particular caught my eye: a golden shower gel that looked too expensive to touch. But the scent… God, the scent. Sweet yet musky, delicate but sensual.

Something about it felt… familiar.

I couldn’t place it. I was certain I’d never encountered this fragrance before, yet it stirred something deep inside me—something primal and intense.

Abandoning my usual products, I poured the gel into the tub and watched as golden bubbles rose, releasing waves of that enchanting scent.

I slipped out of my clothes, letting them fall to the floor like the weight of the day, and stepped into the jacuzzi.

The warmth embraced me instantly, and the scent wrapped around my body like a lover’s arms.

I leaned back, closed my eyes, and let go.

Time lost meaning. All I knew was the way the water kissed my skin and how the scent pulled me under a sensual spell.

My fingers glided over my body, slow and uncertain at first. Then need took over.

I cupped my breast, my thumb brushing over my sensitive n****e, and a soft moan escaped my lips. My other hand drifted lower, sliding between my thighs, teasing my entrance before gently dipping inside.

A jolt of pleasure shot through me.

It was foreign and delicious—this was new to me. I had never touched myself before. Never explored the edges of my own desire. But now… I couldn’t stop.

I bit my lower lip, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, and then—

Something changed.

It felt like I wasn’t alone anymore.

A different set of hands—strong, calloused, masculine—touched me.

My eyes fluttered open.

Zayn.

He stood at the edge of the tub, shirtless, his eyes dark with hunger. He looked like he had stepped out of a dream and into my reality—his chiseled jaw, those molten eyes, and the same commanding presence he had in all my visions.

His fingers replaced mine with effortless confidence, stroking my p***y with purpose, with need.

“Oh God. Yes…” I moaned, the sound raw and alien even to my own ears.

He leaned in, his breath hot against my lips as he whispered, “c*m for me, my Queen. Flood my hand with your sweetness.”

I whimpered, lost in the way he said it, the reverence in his voice. My body was on fire, tightening, quivering.

And then I shattered—my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. My thighs trembled, my toes curled, and I cried out his name, breathless and aching.

He didn’t stop.

He withdrew his fingers slowly and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply. His eyes rolled back slightly as if the scent alone drove him wild.

“You taste divine,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “But now I need to feel your tight little p***y wrapped around my cock.”

“Holy s**t…” I moaned, too far gone to even question if this was real.

Just then, a loud knock echoed through the bathroom.

“Nora! Are you alright in there?” Emma’s voice cut through the haze of lust. “I’m hearing noises. Should I break the door?”

Panic surged through me.

“No!” I called out, trying to sound normal. “I’m okay! I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

A pause.

“You sure?”

“I’m positive.”

Her footsteps retreated, and I sank deeper into the water, covering my face with both hands in embarrassment.

What the hell just happened?

I wasn’t dreaming. I wasn’t asleep. But I wasn’t entirely awake either. I had just experienced the most intense orgasm of my life, and it was from a man I only saw in my dreams.

“Zayn…” I whispered.

That name. That face. That presence.

It wasn’t just lust—it was deeper. Raw. Elemental. He wasn’t the boy from my childhood nightmares. No, this Zayn was older. More powerful. Dominant. He had grown with me… transformed from a haunting presence into a fantasy I couldn’t resist.

I stared at the empty space across the tub, half-expecting him to still be there.

But he wasn’t.

Just me, the water, and the fading echo of his voice in my ear.

My body still tingled, my skin hypersensitive from the release.

“Get a grip, girl,” I muttered, pulling myself together.

But deep down, I knew this wasn’t just a figment of my imagination. Zayn felt real. Too real.

What frightened me more was that part of me wanted him to come back.

And that… was the beginning of something I wasn’t ready to face.