Her Arabian King – A Sheikh Breaks My Heart Read Online Marian Tee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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Chapter Eleven

“Ithought we weren’t going to have a honeymoon,” Harper exclaimed the next day while rushing to keep up with the sheikh’s long-legged stride. “You said you had loads—-”

“Of cum to shoot into you?”

Harper gasped and tripped on her feet, and the sheikh laughed as he helped her up, with Harper still looking around them, a fearful expression on her face. There were guards all around them, but they were poker-faced, their expressions giving nothing away. Even so, it still left her mortified, and she turned to the sheikh, hissing, “I can’t believe you said that.”

“I normally don’t say such things,” the sheikh admitted musingly, “but there’s just something about you—-”

“That makes you want to be a bully?” Harper snarled sarcastically.

The sheikh blinked. “Why, yes. Now that you’ve mentioned it, that’s exactly why I only like saying such things to you.” His tone was all innocent surprise, but she wasn’t fooled, not with the sly gleam in his dark eyes.

“You twisted—-” But they had made it to the tarmac by this time, and she snapped her mouth shut, not wanting the public’s first impression of her to be that of a nagging wife. The staff all bowed in the presence of the sheikh, and when their eyes met hers, they bowed as well, making Harper start.

The sheikh took her hand, his fingers giving hers a gentle squeeze. “In time,” he murmured under his breath, “you will get used to it.”

Harper didn’t think so, but she only nodded, not wanting to make a fuss about it.

As they neared the plane’s elevator, the sheikh surprised Harper when he suddenly bent to sweep her up in his arms.

“Sheikh!”

He smiled. “Just carrying my bride over the threshold.” He stepped inside the elevator, and as soon as the doors closed, he looked at her, and she looked at him—-

By the time they made it to the third floor, Harper and the sheikh were caught up in a torrid kiss, and the guards hastily jumped out of their way as the sheikh strode purposefully towards his cabin. He kicked the door shut, and then he was throwing her on the bed, and Harper couldn’t help giggling as he dove right after, his weight landing on top of her body.

“I’ve been thinking of doing this the entire morning,” the sheikh confessed roughly.

“Y-you did?”

His eyes bored down at her. “Are you telling me you haven’t?”

She wanted to lie, but pride forbade her from doing so, and in the end Harper said grudgingly, “I did, too.”

The sheikh’s lips curved. “Then tell me.”

She stiffened.

The sheikh started nibbling on her lips. “Tell me.”

She started to shake her head, but when the sheikh’s mouth moved down her neck, she couldn’t help shivering and moaning.

“Tell me.” His voice was gently coaxing, but his touch was just the delicious sort of rough when he took hold of her abaya –

RIIIIIIP.

“Sheikh!”

But another loud rip followed this, the sheikh systematically tearing her clothes off, leaving her trembling in a delicious mixture of fear and excitement. In the years she had known the sheikh, he had always been cool, calm, and collected, and although she had occasionally glimpsed a disconcerting sense of intensity in his dark gaze, Harper had never thought he could be this...

Beast-like.

The sheikh’s head lifted, immediately sensing the change in Harper. “What is it?”

Without meeting his gaze, she muttered, “I just remembered...” Her voice trailed off, but her fingers unconsciously dug deep into his back, and the sheikh frowned.

“I am your husband now, Harper. It is my duty to solve your problems—-”

Despite everything, she couldn’t help smiling a little at this, saying, “I’ve never been the damsel-in-distress type, sheikh.”

“Perhaps not in the past, but you are my damsel now, and so your joy and distress is also mine.”

Oh. It was one of the sweetest things anyone had ever said to her, and Harper’s toes curled involuntarily. But even so, she just couldn’t make herself voice out her worries, and her fingers dug deeper into his back. “It’s silly...”

“It is not, if it bothers you that much.” When he spoke again, the sheikh’s tone was commanding. “Speak to me, malakti.”

Malakti. My queen. It was the first time for the sheikh to call her that, and Harper’s entire body stiffened for one long moment just before it softened against him. She was his queen, she thought dazedly. His queen—-

And wasn’t it right for a queen to speak of her troubles to her king?

“It’s that article...”

His lips compressed, the sheikh knowing it could only be one article that Harper was speaking of.

“She said ‘rough sex’ was your specialty.” Her fingers dug into his back again, this time hard enough to make the sheikh wince silently. Her gaze searched his, and her tone became gruff. “I didn’t like that she knew that about you.”

“I see.”

And the way his eyes gleamed, she knew he did see, probably more than she wanted.


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