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She probably thought he was kissing her out of desire, but the truth was, Malik only wanted her to shut up. He didn’t want her to make a single fucking sound because then it would be ruined. He would no longer be able to pretend it was another girl he was fucking—-
Squeezing his eyes shut, he grabbed the cheeks of her ass and squeezed hard as he drove his cock back into her. He felt her start to moan, and he kissed her harder. The urge to make noise disappeared, and Iris was now busy sucking on his tongue.
“Come inside me,” she whispered into his ear.
He pulled away, his lips twisting into a smile as he gazed down at her. “Don’t push it.”
A throaty laugh escaped her. “Can’t blame me for trying.”
He only grunted, and because he wasn’t really in the mood to chat, he plumped her breast and drew one nipple into his mouth. He bit hard, and Iris let out a gasp. He might not give a damn about her, but he wasn’t that much an asshole not to pay any attention to her needs. Her breasts were her most sensitive area, and in moments, Iris’ hips were pushing against his wildly.
She started to scream his name, but again he captured her mouth with his, not wanting to hear it.
They came together in harsh, raw silence, the slapping of their bodies the only sound that tinged the air.
When the sheikh finally pulled away, Iris took one look at his drawn face and knew better than to say a word. He was one mysteriously moody son of a bitch, and she had been in this business long enough to know it wasn’t her face he saw when fucking her.
A pity, but she didn’t really care. As long as he continued to compensate her the way he did for their every meeting, he could even have her dress up as his mother and she would do it with a smile.
It was only minutes before dinner when Malik returned to his family’s private wing. Altair was nowhere to be seen, but his mother and Kyria were both in the living room.
Her eyes lit up at the sight of him. “Marhava.” She started to get up, but he forestalled her hug with an immediate shake of his head.
“I’m all dirty and sweaty,” he told her by way of excuse. The truth was, the mere thought of having her close while his skin still bore another woman’s touch was sickening. It didn’t matter that she probably wouldn’t even care that he had been fooling around with another woman. All he knew was that it didn’t feel right.
“You’ve been spending more and more hours riding,” she commented curiously.
“Yes, he has.” Vanna’s gaze bored through him. “Hasn’t he?”
His lips tightened, knowing the reason for his mother’s frosty tone of disapproval. As Vanna was strictly of the old guard, she fully believed in employing a retinue of spies in the palace, and he had no doubt she had received more than one report about him riding more than horses in the stables.
“A word with you in private, please.”
Kyria blinked at Vanna’s tone. “Is everything alright?”
“Don’t mind her.” Malik’s tone was light even as he gave his mother a look of warning. “She’s just upset I haven’t spending enough time with the family.”
“Oh.” She gave him a sheepish smile. “I kinda feel the same way, too.” Her tone turned wistful. “You really are away so much, Malik. It’s like you’re living here but you’re not really here, you know?”
Vanna patted the girl’s hand, saying reassuringly, “I’m sure he’ll go back to normal eventually. Thisobsessionwith riding is just a phase.” She glanced back at her younger son, saying with a smile, “Isn’t it, Malik?”
He smiled back. “Quite.”
But as soon as the two of them were in the privacy of Vanna’s study, the masks both mother and son wore disappeared in a flash, and she said sharply, “People are beginning to talk.”
“Let them.” Malik truly didn’t give a damn.
“Tarif is more than one too many playboy the palace can handle,” she snapped. “If you continue down this road, you might as well turn our kingdom’s palace into a brothel. What kind of message do you think that will deliver to the rest of the world? Do you expect other nations to take us seriously with the way you and Tarif are acting?”
Her words hit home, and he gave her a curt nod. “You’ve made your point.”
“Good.”
“If that’s all—-”
Vanna released a painful sigh at her son’s cold tone. “Oh, Malik. Surely you know I’m not your enemy here.” He didn’t answer, but he had also stopped moving, and she told herself to take heart from this. “I know it’s been hard for you—-”
“Understatement of the century, wouldn’t you think?” His eyes gleamed, and for one moment it felt like she had her younger son back, the one who was all too wickedly charming and gave Hadwin and her nightly headaches because of his excessive partying. The boy he once was might have been a little too self-centered and immature, but that boy had at least been happy.
