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The sheikh interrupted her, asking, “Do you even know what I like or don’t like about you?”
Her lip curled. “It’s easy to take a guess. I am neither as beautiful nor as glamorous as any of your other women—-”
“That is not—-”
Having gained momentum, Anisah didn’t let the sheikh cut her off, saying hotly, “And no doubt you also dislike how I refuse to pander to you like the others do as well as the fact that I never hesitate to speak the truth about your shortcomings.” She shot him a triumphant look. “Am I not right?”
Anisah waited for the sheikh to admit the truth, but all she got instead was a slow, sexy smile that had her toes curling.
Curses.
“Actually, my sweet – everything you spoke of are what arouses me—-”
Another choking sound of despair escaped her. “Does nothing not turn you on?’
In response to her question, the sheikh suddenly grabbed her hand, and before she realized what he had planned, the sheikh had already guided her fingers to curl around his erection. Her stunned gaze flew to his, and the sheikh smirked. “The answer is now in your hands.”
Oh my heavens!
It was just too much, and she couldn’t help but choke with laughter even as she tried her very best not to let the way his big, hard, throbbing manhood kept pulsing demandingly in the circle of her fingers.
The sheikh suddenly moved closer, causing his length to push forward in her grip. The sheikh groaned, and Anisah bit back a cry. She had the most burning urge to start stroking him, to make his manhood push in and out between her fingers, all so she could hear him make that sound one more time—-
“Tory—-”
Her fingers involuntarily tightened, the sheikh groaned again, and her whole body sang.
Tarif was doing his best to keep himself under control, but the way her fingers were wrapped so tightly around his phallus only served as a painful reminder of how her pussy could be just as tight. Maybe even tighter—-
Ah God.
He looked at Anisah. “I want to fuck you. I need to fuck you.”
Her face went up in flames. “Sheikh, p-please, your language—-”
“I intend to have sexual intercourse with you.”
Oh, curse him.
“Copulation between us is inevitable.”
“S-Sheikh!” But try as she might, her pursed lips proved defenseless against the sheikh’s deadpan humor, and a small, helpless laugh escaped Anisah even as her body grew more restless with unquenched need.
“I made you laugh.”
The sheikh’s smug tone had Anisah making a face. “Don’t get used to—-” His erection twitched powerfully in her grip all of a sudden, and her voice faltered.
“Blame it on the sound of your laughter.” Tarif’s voice was matter-of-fact. “It’s so damn rare it has me close to cumming.”
“Oh...sheikh.” Her lips started to wobble, her fingers started to shake—-
“Quit fighting it, Tory. You find me funny—-”
Something flickered in her eyes, and then she was yanking her hand away as her face paled.
“Tory—-”
She shook her head. “You’re right. I find you funny. I shouldn’t, but I do, and I don’t want it. I’d rather find you sexually irresistible than funny, sheikh—-”
