Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
“In other words,” the sheikh drawled, “you’re saying you’re jealous.” She started to sputter in protest, but the sheikh paid this no heed, only bending his head down and going back to nibbling her lips. His hands also moved down her body, sweeping over her curves before delving under her ass.
“You are cute when you are jealous, wife,” the sheikh murmured against her lips.
“I’m not jealous,” Harper growled. But the sound was ruined when his fingers suddenly tightened around each cheek of her butt, causing her to jerk against his hard body with a gasp.
“I cannot change the past, but there is one thing I can promise to you alone.”
T-there was?
His mouth moved up, and as his lips touched her ear, the sheikh whispered, “What they know of rough sex is nothing to what I’ll do to you.”
Oooooooh.
The way the sheikh said it was hot as hell, so damn sexy, that by the time the full import of his words sank in – wait a minute, didn’t that mean he would be...rougher with her? – it was too late.
The sheikh had suddenly flipped her on her stomach, his hands roughly pulling her hips up.
Harper’s eyes widened. “Wait!”
But the sheikh didn’t listen, his hand spanking her butt, and the stinging pain shocked her so that Harper let out a whimper.
“Relax, qalifa.”
Harper whimpered again, the sheikh’s purring tone only making her senses riot while her fear and excitement spiraled out of control.
“I will keep my word.” His hands clasped her hips. “I’ll make sure to rip your pussy apart.”
Harper shuddered. “No, I didn’t mean—-”
But the sheikh had already thrust in without a single warning, stuffing her pussy with one swift, hard, deep shove. Harper cried out, shock and pleasure mingling in her tone. But it was just the start. The sheikh rammed into her over and over, the force of his thrusts shoving her forward so that she found herself clutching the sheets just to keep her balance, her breasts flattened against the bed.
Fisting her hair, the sheikh pushed his penis all the way in, trying to reach the deepest core of her, and Harper moaned. His thick, throbbing phallus was ripping her pussy apart, and oh, how she loved it.
“Can you take more?” the sheikh growled.
“Yes.” The word came out a sob, Harper already trembling in fearful, excited anticipation of how rougher it could get. A moment later, the sheikh pulled her head back, his mouth capturing hers just as he buried his penis deeper into her. Its swollen head knocked against her womb, and Harper sobbed even as she sucked hungrily on his tongue, utterly lost in the savageness of his lovemaking.
Releasing her mouth, the sheikh bit her shoulder hard, and she cried out.
“Fuck.”
And then the sheikh’s muscular hips were wildly bumping against her, his hands gripping her hair like she was a mare he had pounced on to impregnate, and oh, the image alone made her cry out again.
Over and over, he shoved his penis into her, riding her, destroying her pussy——
“Khaaaaaalil!”
His name came out in a broken sob as a violent orgasm swept her away, and after a few seconds, the sheikh growled as he reached his own release, his free hand going around to grope her breast as he shot his load into her wet, throbbing pussy.
Her orgasm lasted forever, and so did his, the sheikh’s penis twitching as it continued to spurt out his cum. There was so much of it his cum began to leak out, trailing down her legs, and she let out a soft whimper at the realization.
So much cum, Harper thought dazedly.
She felt the sheikh pull out of her, his penis withdrawing with a loud pop, and her cheeks flushed at the sound. A moment later, and he was turning her around –
Harper gaped.
That was not possible.
That just could not be possible.
“How is it you’re still hard?” she half-wailed, half-gasped.
The sheikh smirked. “Are you complaining?”
“YES!”
The sheikh laughed. “Too bad.” His hands clasped her ankles. “Because I plan to keep my word.”
“W-what are—-aah!”
The sheikh had suddenly yanked her forward by the ankles, and then he was pulling her legs up in the air and pushing them open.
“Sheeeikh—-”
He entered her again, possessing her pussy anew, and Harper’s eyes rolled back.
The sheikh said thickly, “It’s going to be a rough night.”
Oh. My. God.
And so it started once again, the sheikh true to his promise, so much so that by the next day every part of Harper’s body was aching, including the parts that weren’t even supposed to ache. She could barely take a step without wincing, a fact that had the sheikh looking at her with such arrogant satisfaction, she was torn between thumping and kissing him. Why, oh, why did she think it was a good idea to be this man’s wife again?
An official welcoming committee from the royal family of Contini awaited them when they touched down in the country’s airport, and soon they were whisked into the snowy mountains of St. Valentine and ensconced in Queen Wilhemina’s very own chateau, which was easily the most luxurious in the region.