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)
Anisah whitened. The sheikh was known for a lot of things, but making idle threats was not one of them.
“Do we have an understanding, anisdi?”
She gave him a jerky nod.
“Ahsanti.” Perfect. The sheikh walked towards the set of observer’s chairs facing the glass wall. “If you would take a seat, my sweet?”
Resisting the urge to stomp towards him like a child, Anisah forced herself to keep a sedate pace as she walked to the chair she had originally occupied. As she sat down, the sheikh bent down as well, and Anisah couldn’t help stiffening and thinking the worst—-
But when the sheikh straightened, it was only to hand her the hardcover notebook she had accidentally dropped earlier. “I believe this is yours?”
Anisah took every care not to have their fingers touch as she accepted the notebook, muttering in a flat voice, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” The sheikh’s tone was polite, but Anisah only allowed herself to relax slightly in her seat when he moved away to take the other chair, which was one good foot away from her. She wished it could have been a mile instead, but alas, beggars with no blue blood could never be choosers in this world.
“We were talking about harpies, weren’t we?”
He wanted her to stay behind so they could talk about...harpies? Confusion mixed in with wariness as she muttered, “You called me one, yes.”
“And do you know why?”
Was that some kind of trick question? Even as Anisah’s confusion grew alongside her suspicion, pride caused her to lift her chin as she returned evenly, “Your choice of term, perhaps, for women capable of turning you down?”
But the sheikh only grinned. “An excellent guess, my sweet, but not quite accurate.” Leaning back against his chair, he murmured, “In some versions of Greek mythology, harpies have also been described as guardians. Granted, they were protecting the Underworld, but even so – for a person to be considered a guardian is to acknowledge that person’s strength—-”
“I’m sorry,” Anisah couldn’t help interrupting the sheikh with a frown, “but I don’t see what this has to do with me?”
“Seeing you protect the queen in battle and act as her guardian was an incredible sight, Tory.”
The words tore a stunned gasp out of Anisah’s throat. How did he know that?
“And later on, learning of how you had also been Kyria’s champion when she was being bullied in school?”
Anisah shook her head in disbelief. “How do you know these things?”
“Your courage was – is – a fucking turn-on, my sweet.”
Oh! The words were completely unexpected, but this only made them more poisonously potent, and she barely managed to bite back a moan even as a treacherous sliver of wetness turned her folds slick.
Stars above...not again!
“It’s strange as hell, but I get hard every time I hear of your noble, brave deeds—-”
Another gasp was torn out of her. Oh dear heavens, these crude things he was saying!
“I d-didn’t do any of it for you—-”
“Which makes it an even bigger turn on,” the sheikh returned silkily.
“That m-means nothing to me.” But even she knew this was an impossibly lame comeback, made even lamer by the tinge of helpless, needy panting in her voice.
Oh, curse this traitorous body of hers!
Trying a second time, she flung at him, “I d-don’t care if it’s so.”
Tarif smirked. “It...being what again, anisdi?”
Like he couldn’t really guess what she meant to say, she mentally fumed. “You know what I want—-”
“Yes, I do,” the sheikh purred, “and it’s me, isn’t it?”
Oh, for the love of Allah!
Even though she knew he was only toying with her, Anisah still couldn’t help flying off the handle, and before she knew it, she had already jumped to her feet and was rushing towards him so she could slap the arrogant smirk off the sheikh’s irritatingly handsome face.
But instead Anisah found herself yanked down on the sheikh’s lap—-
Ah!
She found herself straddling him, her back against his chest, her arms trapped between their bodies, and oh...oh...oh...
That hard, thick, powerfully throbbing length under her...
This time, she could no longer stop herself from moaning, the sound so mortifyingly wanton it had her cringing.
She felt the sheikh move under her, and Anisah’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she felt his pulsing erection slide against her crotch. A moment later, and his breath was fanning her ear as he whispered, “Perhaps you should know...”
She tensed.
“Seeing you mad also turns me on.”
AH!
The sheikh bit her ear.
AH!
Anisah wrenched her head away before she could forget herself. “S-stop this—-”
“I’m afraid I can’t.” And now, the sheikh was licking her ear, and she started to lose her mind.
“It’s too late. I want you too much.” The sheikh’s mouth moved down to nuzzle her neck, and she gasped.
Mother of the Desert, she was so dead.
A pair of strong hands settled on her waist, and the sheikh slowly made her face him—-