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She was moaning his name as she touched herself, and all rational thought left him at that point.
He was going to fuck her.
A shaken gasp suddenly broke the silence in the room, her fingers freezing, and when he jerked his gaze back to her face, he saw that she was staring at him in horror.
Embarrassment swamped Kyria at the sight of the sheikh’s taut form by the doorway, but just as she started to yank her fingers out of her shorts, the sheikh’s harsh voice slashed the silence in the room.
“Don’t you fucking stop.”
Kyria’s heart banged against her chest even as her fingers froze, just halfway out of her shorts.
“Did you hear me?”
Her teeth sunk into her lower lip at the shocking command, but even so—-
Her fingers slowly started to move again, and raw, sexual hunger flashed in his eyes.
Aaaaaaah.
She had no idea what was going to happen now, no idea what would happen after. All she knew was that she had to obey him.
He slowly began walking towards her, and with every step she began to pant.
By the time he reached her, she was breathless, and when he looked down at her, oh—-
She could so imagine what he was seeing: the girl who was his sister by all but name and blood, the girl he probably never imagined was this much of a slut, touching herself because she was so damn horny.
A whimper rolled out of her throat, and the sheikh’s large, powerful body stiffened.
A moment later, and he was suddenly bending down, his hands taking hold of her hips. One hard yank, and he had her horizontal on the bed; another yank, and he had her knees up.
“This,” he said roughly, “is how it should be.”
Oh!
“And these have to go...” Kyria could only gasp as he unzipped her shorts and yanked them out of the way. “They ruin my view.”
The unabashed wickedness of his words was more than she could handle, and she whimpered his name in a mixture of uncontrollable arousal and embarrassment.“Malik!”But instead of feeling chastised the sheikh only let out a laugh, the sound arrogant and taunting, telling her that he knew her resistance was a sham.
Her fingers curled uselessly against the silken sheets as his shadow fell over her, the sheikh bending close to reach for her underwear. He pulled it down, but unlike with her shorts, his movements were much slower this time, excruciatingly so.
Sheer sexual agony ripped through her, and Kyria’s body writhed and twisted.
The panties were finally off, and she forced her dazed eyes to open, just in time to see the sheikh shove the scrap of lace into his pocket. The action made her whimper in shock, but his gaze met hers unflinchingly, possessively.
Definitely not the way a brother would look upon a sister.
She watched him pull a chair, turn it around to face her with one graceful twist of his fingers, and her body jerked when she realized what he meant to do.
“N-no—-”
But he was already sitting down, his long strong legs stretching before him. His dark gaze captured hers, and she whimpered. “Now...” He began loosening his tie. “Let’s continue with the show, shall we?”
Aaaaaaaah.
She could think of a thousand reasons why this was wrong, why they shouldn’t do this, but God...that commanding, desire-roughened voice...and those words...
The sheikh yanked his tie off just as she reached for the triangle between her legs.
