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Just how many women had he known? Bad enough he kept a harem, as was the custom, but to enjoy foreign women as well had her stomach ball into knots. “I suppose most women want everyone to know they’re with you,” she said in what she hoped was a vaguely dismissive voice.
“And yet my own wife will do anything to get away from me.”
She didn’t say anything to that. Instead she looked away as the driver parked the jeep at the roadside entrance to the house.
Mahindar climbed out and proffered her a hand. She accepted, managing a smile as they stepped across a ramp that bridged a sandy embankment and its drop-off to the beach below, straight to the back door. Their driver took their luggage from the back of the jeep and followed them across as Mahindar keyed in a security code.
The door swung open, revealing bright rugs on hardwood floors that smelled of beeswax. A cream-brick fireplace was a feature in the living room, while the open plan dining room revealing a warm oak table and the kitchen showcased a stone island countertop and stainless steel appliances.
The driver placed their luggage into what must be their bedroom, and Mahindar spoke briefly to the man before the servant nodded deferentially and withdrew.
“What do you think?” Mahindar asked as she looked out the huge windows at the front of the house. A high deck beckoned to the L-shaped flight of steps outside, which led to a private beach below.
“The views are spectacular,” she conceded.
He stepped behind her. “They are,” he murmured, giving her the impression he was talking about a far different view than the one she was looking at. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. “You must be exhausted after being awake all night.”
She stiffened, hating that he wanted sex to impregnate her even as her body threatened to melt into his powerful embrace. “You were awake, too,” she said hoarsely.
“Mm. But then I’m used to little sleep.”
She swallowed back spiteful words. Who needed sleep when he had so many women at his beck and call? He was spoilt for choice in that regard. And yet here he was stuck with his little churlish wife, whose only claim to fame was a diluted bloodline that made her royalty.
He bent and kissed behind her ear, his warm breath somehow stroking her senses and sending skittering goosebumps down her spine. “I think a shower might be in order,” he murmured huskily, “followed by bed.”
Her mouth dried and her muscles locked and he sighed as he dropped his arms from around her waist, then captured one of her hands with his own. “Come.”
There was no point in trying to resist. Her strength was puny compared to his and she didn’t want to find out if he’d force his disobedient wife into the shower if she dug in her heels. She’d somehow avoided punishment so far and she wanted to keep it that way.
She followed him into the bedroom, her heels sinking into plush carpet and her vision filling with the four-poster bed, where he would soon lay her out and claim her as his own. Her heart pumping and throat thick, she stepped onto big white tiles inside the en suite, where double shower heads and gleaming taps beckoned.
“Allow me,” he said throatily, bending to clasp the hem of her dress and draw it up and over her head. She lifted her arms obediently, her body caught between stiff rejection and an odd, buzzing arousal as he tossed the dress aside and exhaled appreciatively. “Beautiful.”
She swallowed hard at his comment. But though the cream bra and thong did indeed look great on her warm complexion with her naturally slender body, she was all too aware he’d dated supermodels and slept with women in his harem whose looks were their highest prerequisite.
She lifted her chin. “You don’t need to charm me into bed. Let’s just get this over with.”
Chapter Five
If Mahindar hadn’t been so damn hard with desire he might have laughed at his wife’s shocking suggestion. Get it over with? He smirked. He’d soon change her mind. She’d be gasping and groaning beneath him. But not before he worked her into pre-orgasmic bliss in the shower.
He took out her pearl side combs and released her hair, running his fingers through her glorious mane. The strands were so soft and thick and inviting, and framed her gorgeous face to perfection.
He bent and took his time removing her heeled shoes. Her ankles were so slender and her feet so small and delicate. Yet nothing about his wife was meek. She was fiery and stubborn, and so unlike the women of his region he wondered if his people must think him mad to marry her.
Then he drew down her thong and all thoughts dissolved like mist on the desert dunes.Exquisite.He drew apart her folds and gently exhaled on the pearl between her folds. Her breath hissed and his pulse thudded in his ears.Oh, yes.He’d enjoy every second of her yielding to him.
He flicked her sensitized clit and it bloomed from his touch, swelling and flushing. His dick responded in kind, hardening to the point of pain. As much as he wanted to lick and suck her pussy, to graze her with his teeth and kiss away the sting, his willpower wasn’t invincible.
He needed to be inside her before he exploded.
He straightened and her head tipped back, her beautiful eyes holding his as he brushed his hands along her back and unclipped her bra. When her breasts spilled free his groan spilled free, too. She wasn’t small everywhere. He bent and licked one of her pink nipples and it sprang into a hard, tempting nub.
He closed his eyes, doing whatever was necessary to dim his senses and rein in his urgent desire. A pity he was saturated by her heady scent of warm cinnamon that mingled with her arousal. Even her quickening breaths and the beat of her frantic pulse at the base of her throat drew him in.
He clamped his lips together and threw her bra aside. Then opening the shower screen door, he drew her with him into the large cubicle before he pulled the lever, releasing jets of warm, pulsing water from the double showerheads.
The water streamed over them and his chest tightened at the sight of his wet goddess, her lips parting and her cheeks flushed. He bent and took possession of her mouth. When she drew in a sharp breath, then began to kiss him back, Mahindar groaned into her mouth and snagged her hair in one fisted hand.
