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“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—-
Their eyes met...just as the door to the observatory swung open.
“Anyone inside here – OH!”
Instinct made her try to twist around to see who it was, but the sheikh’s arms suddenly wrapped tightly around Anisah, preventing her from moving.
A moment later, she heard the unseen stranger say in a rush, “My sincere apologies, Your Highness.” The door shut closed with a loud thud following his words, and recovering her senses at the jarring sound, Anisah wrenched herself free from the sheikh’s hold with a cry.
Scrambling off his lap, she backed away from the sheikh with an anxious shake of her head. “This is a m-mistake. This is wrong.” And there was no greater wrong than how her body still trembled at the aftermath of his touch—-
Anisah wrapped her arms around herself in helpless despair. She couldn’t possibly be attracted to Tarif Al-Atassi. She just couldn’t. She didn’t want to be attracted to him, never wanted to be, and she should know better—-
