Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
Lifting her chin, she met his gaze head on, asking defiantly, “What do you think you’re doing, Your Highness?”
“Claiming what’s mine.”
“I’m not—-”
Tarif shook his head. “No more games, anisdi.”
“How ironic,” she snarled, “considering you were the one who started playing them first.”
Color stained the sheikh’s strongly defined cheeks. “I wanted you to come to me first,” he admitted tautly. “I know now it was foolish to do so, but I was determined to prove I could make you want me despite how much you hated me—-”
Even though a part of Anisah had suspected as much ever since finding out what he knew of her, hearing the sheikh confirm it still stung. “You’re saying all I am is a challenge to you.”
Tarif’s lips tightened. “Tory—-”
“It’s fine, Your Highness.” Anisah was proud of how steady her voice was even as she grew increasingly empty inside. “I’m not going to hold it against you, and if you need it to be official – congratulations, Your Highness. You succeeded in making me want you. You have conquered your latest challenge.”
The sheikh’s flush deepened. “It is no longer like that, dammit—-”
But Anisah didn’t even seem to hear him as she asked, “And that should be the end of it, shouldn’t it? We may now forget everything and move on with each other’s lives—-” Anisah broke off when the sheikh’s grip around her wrists suddenly tightened.
“Fuck no.” The cold, calm finality in Anisah’s voice had Tarif breathing hard. He did not like the sound of it, and he knew then he would do everything possible so that he wouldn’t have to hear it again. “I know you have every right to think I’m a devious bastard—-”
“How I think of you is immaterial, Your Highness.”
It was his turn to ignore Anisah’s words, the sheikh only continuing in a low, driven tone, “I’m saying I want us to try again, dammit.”
Something treacherous squeezed her chest at the sheikh’s words, but she strove to harden her heart against it. Tarif Al-Atassi was an experienced womanizer, a man who couldn’t be trusted, and it was time she started remembering that.
Lifting her chin, she said flatly, “Nothing started in the first place, Your Highness—-”
“That’s a fucking lie, and you know it. Let us start again, Tory. I want you to be mine—-”
“You only think you want me because you still see me as a challenge—-”
“Stop putting words in my mouth, goddammit,” he bit out. “I want you, and you want me. Do you deny that?”
“All I know,” she said with quiet dignity, “is that I would rather give myself to someone else—-”
The sheikh’s face hardened at the thought of another man possessing her luscious body. “If you dare—-”
“It’s my body—-”
“No, my sweet.” The sheikh’s voice was savage. “It’s mine, and here’s why.”
Before she could even wonder what the sheikh meant, it was already far too late, with his hand releasing her wrists only to wrap around her waist like a chain as he hauled her close.
Her eyes flew to the sheikh in shock, but he wasn’t finished yet, with his other hand fisting her hair.
“Your Highness—-”
Tarif pulled her head close, and his mouth crashed down on hers.
Chapter Seven
Oh stars of the desert, someone help her!
The kiss turned Anisah’s world upside down in an instant, and passion erupted between them, hot as molten lava and just as unstoppable. It destroyed her resistance in a single second, reducing her strength to that of a newborn babe as she belatedly attempted to push the sheikh away. She tried beating his chest, tried wriggling off, but it only made the sheikh move his mouth over hers insistently, and every infernal brush of his hot, soft lips only had her growing weaker and weaker.
“Open your mouth for me,” Tarif growled.
Anisah squeezed her eyes shut in a despairing attempt to resist the poisonously sweet timbre of the sheikh’s voice, but it was no use. He was nibbling on her lips now, and every little nip made her want more and more. And when his tongue outlined her lips—-
AAAAAAH.
It was another slice of forbidden pleasure, and when the sheikh repeated his command in a rasp—-
“Let me in, Tory.”
Her will broke completely under the intoxicating promise that flavored his words, and a moan of helpless surrender flowed out of her throat just as her lips parted.
His grip on her hair tightened, pushing her head forward, and then he was kissing her more deeply, so, so deep that her toes curled at the way his kiss penetrated her very soul. She moaned at the dangerous beauty in it, and moaned again when his tongue thrust inside her mouth.
Reality blurred as his mouth moved more insistently, and his tongue pushed deeper. All that was left was her ability to feel, and oh, how she felt. Her arms wrapped around his neck as he released her hair. His hands clamped each side of her waist, and then he was pulling her closer, closer and closer until his long, hard, and thick phallus was pulsing mightily against the aching folds of her crotch.