Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Ilyas frowned when his secretary suddenly reached for her iPad.
"I just remembered..."
Ilyas nearly snorted. Bullshit. One of the reasons why Ember excelled as his secretary was because of her perfect memory, which allowed him to dictate to her as much as he wanted but without having to waste time repeating himself.
So this shit about her just remembering something?
It was nothing but a way for her to distract or escape—-
"I still haven't told you who's taking over the last slot."
Shit.
Even though Ilyas knew this was all a ploy, shop talk was still his weakness, and damn her for successfully distracting him.
"Who is it then?" Ilyas asked grudgingly.
Ember handed him the iPad with a smile. "Dr. Adam Al-Masri—-"
Ilyas tossed the iPad on the couch. "No."
Ember's smile vanished. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"What else could it fucking mean but no?"
Ember sputtered in shock. "But he's your cousin!" How could the sheikh not want his own kin to be part of the program, and especially when one's kin was as perfect as Adam?
Ilyas' jaw hardened. "You're not going to change my mind about this." And he meant it.
Adam might be his cousin, but that was also why he didn't fucking want the other man around his secretary. He knew Adam all too well, and the man was too damn French, too damn smooth, and too damn pretty for his own good.
"But I worked so hard to convince him—-"
Ember nearly jumped in surprise when the sheikh snarled out a Huznan curse. Why was he so mad?
Ilyas fought against the urge to haul her down and have his secretary over his knees while he spanked some sense into her.
Damn her!
She had worked hard to convince Adam, had she?
How fucking hard was that?
Or should he ask what kind of hard his secretary was talking about?
Ember couldn't understand why the sheikh was suddenly seething. "Adam—-"
"Stop saying his fucking name," Ilyas snapped.
"But—-"
"I already gave you my answer," the sheikh bit out. "So don't fucking push me or I swear to God—-"
Ember could've moaned upon hearing those words.
He was doing it again.
He was threatening her.
And even though she knew a good secretary would've simply bowed to her boss's wishes—-
"And what if I do push it?"
"Are you fucking serious?" She was really going to fight him, risk her fucking job and for what? For a man who had every damn nurse wanting to be the fucking Eve to his Adam?
Ember's heart was racing, and she could feel her breasts swelling and heaving under her blouse. "What if I am? I didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, I think I did spectacularly when I managed to convince—-"
"I'm warning you," Ilyas hissed. "Say his fucking name just once more—-"
"Or what?" Ember flung back. "You're going to act a brute again—-"
Oh God!
Just like last night, the sheikh caught her by surprise with how fast he moved, and the next thing she knew, he already had her flat on her back on the couch, and he was pushing her legs open so he could fit himself in between.
"No!"
Blood rushed up to her head as she tried to shove him off, but Ilyas was just too hard and heavy, and all she could do was cry out as she heard something so wonderfully and terrifyingly familiar—-
Aaaaah.
The sheikh had torn her underwear off her body for the second time, and Ember moaned as she felt him staring hungrily at her bare sex.
"Fuck." Ilyas could feel his control slipping as he dazedly took in the sight of his secretary's quivering mound, which was now all pink and moist with need.
"Stop staring—-"
"You're so fucking wet, damn you."
Another moan escaped her, and Ember could only shudder in excitement and fear as the sheikh pushed her legs to open wider.
"Stop this—-"
"Stop what?"
Oh God, he was being so unfair!
"Stop turning you on?"
The sheikh was using that crooning tone of his, and the sound was making her juices flow like lust was about to flood out of her body.
"I'm n-not—-"
"Stop lying. Or maybe...that's what's turning you on? Do you actually like being forced against your will?"
A furious cry spilled past her lips even as her body writhed at his words. "That's n-not true—-"
"But I think it is," Ilyas countered thickly. "Because the real fucking truth here is that my secretary is a masochist—-"
"Shut up!"
"And nothing makes her hornier than having her—-what was that you called me? Bosshole, wasn't it?"
"Because you are one!" She tried kicking him off, but this only had the sheikh releasing a low, taunting laugh that made Ember livid and libidinous all at the same time.
"That's your ultimate fantasy, isn't it? Having a bosshole like me fuck you hard—-"
With every word of his making her entire body ache, Ember could only think of one last thing to say. "BRUTE!"
And that was all it took.
Just one word, and the sheikh was thrusting all the way down to her womb, and with so, so much force that he had her seeing stars the moment she felt his massive cock tear past her hymen.