Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 19307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 97(@200wpm)___ 77(@250wpm)___ 64(@300wpm)
"No, you're not kind."
A muscle starts ticking in his jaw, and a smile wobbles over my lips.
"Far from it, actually—-"
The sheikh's fingers curl around my wrist, and I know I have to finish what I have to say in a hurry.
"But listen to this, sheikh!"
The fierceness of my tone grabs his attention.
"If I wanted someone kind, don't you think I'd be his girlfriend by now—-" A whimper escapes me when the sheikh still manages to get my hand off his mouth...but only so he can give my fingers a sweet, punishing little nip.
"Do you know why I came here?" I ask breathlessly.
Sheikh Saif's expression turns guarded at my question, and my heart skips a beat when I realize he still thinks he's got a serious rival in Hal.
Oh, sheikh.
Who knew a man like you could also be so clueless at times?
"I moped around for days...until I suddenly realized I've been acting stupidly out of character."
"And what does that mean exactly? That you are actually meek and submissive?"
I bite back a laugh at his mocking tone. "I'm saying I'm usually the type to go for what I want—-"
He stiffens.
"And you are that, Your Highness."
I hear him suck his breath, and the fact that I can affect him so makes me feel like hyperventilating.
"No more games," Sheikh Saif says harshly.
"Good," I say shakily, "since I'm not playing one."
"Then what the hell are you saying?" he growls.
I pull away from him and step back so he can see the truth in my eyes. "Isn't it obvious by now, or do you just want me to spell it out?"
Oh dear God, please let this be the right thing to do!
I throw myself at the sheikh, and as he catches me in his arms, I look into his eyes and say, "I'm in love with you, Your Highness. That's what I'm saying. I'm in love with you, and I don't care if you already have your future wife all picked out. It's not going to happen anyway since you're marrying me."
There's a second of silence, and then I see his golden eyes gleam, and my heart skips a beat because I can see that I have my all-too-cocky sheikh back once again.
He lowers me to my feet, and I raise one challenging brow at him. "Do you have anything to say?"
"Not much," he says politely, "except that I haven't said yes to marrying you, have I?"
Chapter Eight
Ha!
It's cute that he's playing hard to get, but with us standing this close to each other, I can also see his cock is already fully engorged and throbbing violently under his pants.
But...oh well.
If my beloved wants proof, I'll give him to it.
"Fuck." The sheikh grits the word out when I press myself against him...just as my hand slips between our bodies to boldy take hold of his erection.
"What the hell are you doing?"
I smile up at him just as I start stroking his erection over his pants, and the sheikh's resulting groan is sweet, sweet music.
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
"I wouldn't have asked you if I know." A sharp retort, but made less effective by the hoarseness of his voice.
"Well, duh." I look at him chidingly as I give his cock a teasing little squeeze, and the sheikh glares at me even though he also look like he's dying to tear my clothes off.
"You said you haven't yes to marrying me yet," I say huskily, "so I'm going to give you proof that I'm the bride you need and no one else."
Sheikh Saif stiffens. "Seven—-"
The warning tone just makes me all the more determined to destroy his control, and I slowly lift the heavy skirt of my gown...so I can keep it from getting dirty as I kneel on the ground.
"Goddammit, fuck, shit, fuck, hell no—-shit."
Sheikh Saif ends up groaning the last word the moment my hands successfully unbuckle his belt, and I have to bite my lip hard to stifle my laughter at how the sheikh's completely lost his internal battle for self-control.
"Someone might see us, dammit."
I pay the warning no heed. He might sound like he doesn't want this, but the way he's already stroking my hair with slightly trembling fingers says otherwise.
And when I finally pull his cock out of his pants—-
Oh my.
It's my first time to see his cock (or any actual cock in real life, if I'm being honest), and while I do know that the laws of the universe mean this much, um, cock is still guaranteed to fit all the holes in my body...
I look up, and I just have to ask.
"Tell me the truth. Did you have surgery or something? Did you have your cock enlarged or—-mmph!"
The sheikh pushes his cock inside my mouth without warning, and I'm suddenly, deliciously, and unbelievably stuffed.
"Your mouth is so fucking small," Sheikh Saif rasps out.