Her Seductive Enemy – Sheikh Breaks My Heart Read Online Marian Tee

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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 237(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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“That?”

“There’s just something about you that rubs me wrong,” she couldn’t help growling, “and everything you do and say just makes me so—-”

“Frustrated?” Tarif guessed. “Furious? Restless?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

“Enough to tempt you to hit me even?”

“Yes!”

The sheikh nodded in understanding. “It’s called sexual frustration.”

“Ye-—I mean no!” She shot up in her seat in a mixture of horror and annoyance. “How in the world did you end up with—-” Her words came to an unplanned halt when she noticed the way the sheikh was lowering his head towards her, and she caught her breath.

This...was...not...good.

“S-Sheikh—-”

“You do not believe me?”

“No—-”

“I see.” The sheikh’s lips curved. “That’s too bad.”

No, it wasn’t, Anisah thought. It was good.

“Because now I’d have to prove otherwise...with a demonstration.”

The sheikh was right, Anisah thought. It was bad.

And with this, she quickly planted her hands against the sheikh’s hard chest and tried to push him away. “Your Highness! No! Stop!”

But the sheikh’s head only continued to descend, and now even his large, powerful body was crowding closer and making Anisah plaster herself helplessly against the window behind her back.

“Tarif,” the sheikh rasped, and this time his voice was so thick with desire she almost whimpered at the sound of it. “Don’t you think it’s time you called me by my name?”

Oh stars of the desert, please help me...

Anisah could only shake her head as the heavens appeared deaf to her prayers, and her body started feeling hot, heavy, and oh, so, achingly wet. “This is wrong—-”

“Because I’m a sheikh? Or because you think I am not the kind of man you should be attracted to?”

“I...I...” Oh curse him, it was so hard to think with the way the sheikh was looking at her, and she said almost despairingly, “You really don’t want me, Your Highness. You only think you do—-”

Tarif almost smiled, thinking how no other woman would say such a thing to him. “Believe it or not, but I used to question my obsession with you as well. You, my sweet, are not the kind of woman I am normally attracted to either.”

The words stung more than she expected it would, and Anisah glared at the sheikh. “No one’s forcing you to like me, Your Highness, and nothing you say can ever make me change myself—-”

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.


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