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“Leave me.”
“No,” she said. “Not until you explain this. It won’t do for the Sheikh to be having tantrums in the dungeon when he is denied what he wants.”
“What, then, am I supposed to do?”
“I don’t know. But not go back here. This isn’t yours. It was never supposed to be for you. This is for your enemies. It isn’t for you.”
He growled. “I know I’m not supposed to do that. I find that I don’t care.”
“But you care about my feelings.”
“Yes, I do,” he said. “I also care that if you’re angry at me you won’t sleep with me. But I care about your feelings.”
“Riyaz... Some of this is my fault. I wanted you to be something that you can’t be. It’s pointless. You can’t give me what I want.”
“Your normal family.”
That was just the tip of the iceberg. But she wasn’t going to say that to him. She wasn’t going to get soft and needy now.
“Exactly. This is not the life that I want. It isn’t ever going to be the life that I want. And so... Wanting you to give me something... Something more. Something romantic, I guess... It isn’t especially fair. But I didn’t want to think about you with her.”
“Jealousy.”
“Yes. Remember what I said to you about me using my skills on another man?”
He growled again.
“Exactly. It makes me want to growl too. So maybe we both know that’s ahead of us. But it isn’t something I wanted to hear when we were in bed.”
He cupped her cheek, and without any sort of warning or preamble, he kissed her. Deep and hard and passionate. His tongue delved to the recesses of her mouth, slid against hers.
And she was powerless to do anything but return the kiss.
Because he was glorious.
Because she wanted him, no matter that he had infuriated her. Because she cared for him.
Because her chest was a tangled-up mess, and she didn’t want anyone or anything else.
“Have me here,” he growled. “You had me in a bed. That is your world. Have me in this world. This is why. This is why I amme.”
Because no matter that he was the Sheikh in either place, it had affected him. She heard that. Unspoken in that hoarse plea. And she was powerless to resist.
She stripped his shirt off, just as he did the same to hers. She had on a skirt, thank God, so while she was undoing the closure on his pants, he had swept her underwear to the side, and when she rose up on his lap, and down onto his hardened arousal, she gasped as he filled her.
It didn’t matter that there was no foreplay. She was wet. From his kiss. From the ever-present need for him that she carried around with her at all times.
She began to ride him. And each thrust of her hips over his was a declaration. Was possessive. Possession.
She claimed him, over and over again, and when he gripped the back of her head and tugged her hair tight, fastening his mouth to hers, she was claimed yet again.
How could there ever be anyone else?
Except there had to be. Because they were from two different worlds. And she didn’t want his.
And he had someone else in mind for him.
She shuddered out her climax, and he roared his own. And they clung together in the aftermath, in the dark, in the dungeon.
