Anya: The Beginning, page 1
part #1 of Kismet Series
Kismet 1
Anya: The Beginning
Anya Harlan. A virgin at the tender age of twenty who wasn’t spoken for. It didn’t stop her from desiring the men who caused her heart to quiver and her breath to become shallow. She knew exactly who they were. He was the Vizier Salim Cali along, with his dark as well as dangerous-looking Nubian Janissary, Drake. She knew she didn’t have a chance to attract their attention.
Salim and Drake became lovers despite their situation. They had to keep their love secret for fear of mortal consequence to their lives. They have spent two years searching for the right woman to complete their family. Both believed luscious Anya was the one and now had a chance to pursue her.
But happiness had to be earned and a crisis in the mansion threatened their love. The three lovers had to navigate through lust, love, and secrets or risk being torn apart forever.
Genre: Historical, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 40,800 words
ANYA: THE BEGINNING
Kismet 1
Mya Larose
MENAGE AMOUR
Siren Publishing, Inc.
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ANYA: THE BEGINNING
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Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
About the Author
ANYA: THE BEGINNING
Kismet 1
MYA LAROSE
Copyright © 2014
Chapter 1
“I went down the meadow. I took a little walk. I met up with my lovers and we took in a short walk…” Anya sang as she walked with a lazy pace through the meadow of wildflowers surrounding the front and the sides of the great domain of Pasha Suleyman.
The mansion sat at the foot of Mount Yamanlar. It offered the stronghold and the surrounding village an endless stock of game, from bigger prey like mountain lions, wolves, deer, and bears, to smaller animals like rabbits and foxes.
As she grazed the tops of the flowers with both of her opened palms down, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes, then inhaled the heady fragrance of the meadow. She felt so detached and happy.
This was the only time when she could relax and daydream. At the tender age of twenty, she wasn’t spoken for, which didn’t stop her from desiring the men who caused her heart to quiver and her breath to become shallow. Her breast swelled and tingled as her pussy became all wet with her cream.
“I went down the meadow. I took a little walk. I met up with my lovers and we had a little talk…” She hummed quietly her latest favourite tune again.
Just the thought of them brought her body alive. Even as a virgin, she had a rough idea of what was going on between a man and a woman. Married women from the village would come to fill their empty jugs at the fountain, but also, they would talk a lot about their sexual experiences to the unwed girls, who also came for the water.
What a cock looked like? What to do with a cock and how to pleasure a man? Or how the man would pleasure them? She learned quite a great deal.
She giggled with the thought and murmured to herself, “No wonder I volunteer to bring the water!”
Her nights were haunted with the same dream. The feelings and fantasies of what would it be like to be in their arms and be satisfied. It was her dark secret, though, for she was ashamed to mention it to her mother.
Only recently, she discovered how to pleasure herself, which was totally by accident. One night she woke up with her hand over her wet pussy…oh…and what a glorious experience that was. She still remembered the pleasure she felt between her legs and enjoyed the taste of her pleasure. An unwed young woman did not talk about such a thing, even with her mother.
She emitted a shaky sigh as she felt her cream gather in the depth of her pussy. She knew exactly who they were. He was the Vizier Salim Cali, the adviser and the right-hand man of Pasha Suleyman along with his dark as well as dangerous-looking Nubian Janissary, Drake.
Just the thought of them made her knees tremble and her heart pound faster. She knew she didn’t have a chance to attract their attention. What would two handsome warriors, one with jet-black, slick hair and beautiful blue eyes and the other with beautiful caramel skin coloration and penetrating brown eyes notice in a peasant like her?
In the darkness of the night, within the warmth of her bed, she would make sure that her mother was fast asleep on the single bed beside hers before she began to slowly unbutton her nightclothes. She would close her eyes and she would dream about her dark and dangerous-looking men.
She pictured their glorious, hard cocks in her mind, imagined the curves, the lines and the way they stood so tall, the way they glistened when their essence oozed out in response to their need for her. They beckoned her to take it all into her mouth, her pussy. She knew that she should be ashamed about dreaming of a man, let alone two.
One of her hands would slide down her stomach, pressed against her waxed pussy, so swollen with desire. Her other hand would take hold of her chest through the gap of her nightgown, squeezing and kneading it roughly. She imagined their big strong hands on her breasts. She pinched her nipple hard, roughly twisted it, felt the painful joy that she yearned to experience from their caresses.
She imagined their eyes staring at her naked body, pupils engorged with lust, glimmered with knowledge of what they intended to do to her and with her body. Her fingers rubbed her swollen clit, manipulated it between her two fingers, pulled and squeezed it as her pussy oozed with her cream. Her clit would throb. She imagined them watching her pleasuring herself, and wondered whether men also pleasured themselves. She wondered, how they would do it?
Her thighs strained and tightened. Her pussy began to contract and to constrict as she rolled her clit with her index faster. Her chest heaved with desire as her breathing accelerated. She bit her lips to suppress her moans. She twisted her nipple sharply as the rush coursed through her body. Her hips arched and bucked against her hand, a flood of cream running down from her pussy as it quivered and shook with the ecstasy that would take control of her mind, body and soul. Her nights and days were filled with the same dreams and desires.
“Anya! A
Her eyes snapped open and turned her head to the direction where the voice came from. So much for peace and quiet. She rolled her eyes up before facing her adoptive mother, Sonya Harlan, running toward her. She crossed her arms, trying to hide her erected nipples. She loved her mother, but sometimes she could drive a sane person insane. Anya smiled fondly at her as her mother stopped in front of her.
Heaving with her hand on her chest, she chastised her, “Where in God’s name are you going, you silly girl? Don’t you know that the Pasha’s soldiers are due to arrive shortly?”
Her mother tried to catch her breath at the same time.
“How did you find me, Mother?”
“Elif came to find me and told me that you were escaping your duties. I replied that you must have a good reason to lessen your chores, but she had the audacity to say that you need a strong male presence in your life to tame you. What is her problem?”
Anya sighed heavily. “Your guess is as good as mine, Mother. She has changed since we started to serve the Pasha and his Kadin.”
“What an odd behaviour from such a lovely woman. Take my word, Anya. Elif is bitter and it will do her no good. Do me a favour and stay away from her, please!”
Anya nodded her head in agreement with her mother. Elif used to be her friend, before the Pasha assigned Anya as his Kadin’s servant and also gave Elif a good position as a servant. Anya reckoned that Elif held a grudge against her, because she hadn’t been chosen as the Kadin’s maid. It saddened Anya that her friend would break their friendship for such futile situation.
She never mentioned it to her mother. Anya always knew that, twenty years ago, Sonya had found her at the base of the local fountain. Whoever left her there knew that the women gathered around it day and night to socialize and to fill their copper water containers. Deep down, she never nursed a grievance against her natural mother. Besides, she had her loving adoptive mother with her now.
She pushed a strand of hair behind her mother’s ear. “Don’t worry about me! I’m only taking a walk, Mother,” she said with a gentle smile. “What will happen if the troops pass me, huh? I meet them at the mansion every day when I serve Kadin Lara,” she said innocently.
Serving the future wife of the Pasha was an honour for Anya. The Kadin was as beautiful as she was friendly and generous. There wasn’t a day where she felt like a servant. Instead, the Kadin always treated her kindly.
Her mother threw her hands in the air comically and looked up at the sky like she was praying. “God! Please, give me enough patience!”
Anya emitted a discreet sigh and rolled her eyes, again. Still, she couldn’t understand why her mother was so distressed about it. She looked down at herself. She smoothed her dress down with her palm. Today, she chose to wear her grey, but light kaftan. Yep! She touched her covered head. She still had her scarf on her head.
“Yes, thank you God! She thought about putting on her veil before she left her mother’s house. There must be some hope within you, my girl,” she ran on her lecture.
“I don’t know why you get so upset about it. Most of my friends don’t have to wear one, only me.” She pouted as she shredded her veil from her head.
Sonia took Anya’s face between her wrinkled hands. “Anya! God has blessed you with hairs the colour of the sun and…” she started, then stopped with a heavy sigh and took hold of her hands.
“Sit with me!” she said as she kneeled on the ground covered with flowers and tugged at Anya’s hands. Like her mother, Anya kneeled down and sat beside her.
“Before the death of my husband—God bless his soul!—we used to live in a horrible town where beautiful young women were taken from their families and sold on the slave market. Especially women with hairs like yours.” She took a strand of Anya’s hair. “It was a cruel place to be for any woman. After your father passed away, I feared for my own safety. Therefore, I ran away in the darkness of the night with only a bundle of clothing and some gold coins. When I came to this place, there weren’t many people. So I started my new life, here, as a widow,” she murmured with tears in her eyes.
Anya felt her throat raw. She always knew that her mother suffered a laborious life with and without the presence of her father, but she didn’t realise it was to this extent. Anya also knew that, since the arrival of the Pasha Suleyman, third son of the Sultan, their life had been better.
After a quick inspection of the surroundings of his property, the Pasha had ordered the reconstruction of every villager’s household that needed some consideration, like theirs, and he also took her as a personal servant for his Kadin.
“What I am trying to say is that…I’m scared they’ll take you away from me, my Anya,” her mother whimpered, and one big tear rolled down her cheek.
She blinked several times. “They…? Mother? Who are ‘they’?” She was confused now.
With her head down, her mother whispered tearfully, “The rich and powerful people. The ones that wouldn’t think twice before hurting modest people like us.”
Anya couldn’t talk. Her throat was too painful to speak. She felt her mother’s sorrow for the loss of her father and the precariousness of their destiny. She threw her arms around her mother’s fragile and old shoulders. She held on her as long as she could, like her life depended on it.
She whispered against her ear, “I love you, Mother! I will never leave you alone, and that’s a promise.”
They were so deep in their sorrows and cries that they didn’t realised that the troop had arrived. The convoy came out from a line of trees that began to thin on the left and came into the beautiful meadow.
Suddenly, four dogs, followed by a fifth, ran toward their direction on a full velocity and with frenetic barks. Still kneeling on the ground and holding on to her mother, Anya pushed her behind her. She started to rise slowly from the ground, still holding on to her mother.
“Mother stay behind me, please!” She begged her as she felt her heartbeat accelerate.
She knew those damn dogs were unpredictable. Sometimes, she saw them running around the mansion like headless chickens or barked ferociously to the passing soldiers.
“Anya! They are coming to get you!” She heard her mother’s desperate cries behind her. She wrapped her arms around Anya’s middle and held on her tight.
She gave a light squeeze on her mother’s hands, “No, Mother! It’s the troop coming home from their hunt. Don’t you worry!” She calmly tried to reassure her mother.
“Are you sure?” she asked hesitantly.
“Yes, but promise to stay behind me, Mother, for I don’t trust those dogs,” Anya insisted.
She had never heard of such a story about young women being taken away and sold in this domain. She wasn’t too worried about the passing soldiers. She was more concerned about those crazy dogs, though.
Chapter 2
Salim lazily let his body move along with his horse, his hands crossed on the front of his saddle. He leisurely surveyed his surroundings as they made their way back to his master and best friend Pasha Suleyman’s domain from their fruitful hunting trip.
Suleyman was away to the capital, Istanbul. His intention was to visit his father and to announce his imminent wedding to Kadin Lara. Therefore, he left Salim at the head of the mansion. His duty was to protect the household and especially Kadin Lara from any threats. Because of her incredible beauty, Kadin Lara was in peril of being kidnapped and traded along the slave market. Caucasian women were sought after at a high price.
Who would have thought that Suleyman would find the woman who haunted his dreams, but also within his bed? And that she came from the future, in the year 2014? He still couldn’t wrap his mind around the idea that someone could travel in time.
The horse jerked to the left, which brought him back to the reality. The cavaliers led the small group of servants, whereas Salim stayed at the rear end to close the convoy alongside Drake, his Janissary and secret lover.
