Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Prue cried out in protest when the stranger dumped her on the couch, and she was suddenly without the hard heat of his body.
No, no, no!
Khadem had just locked the door, and when he turned around to address the girl, it was to see her about to launch herself back into his arms.
Fuck!
She started rubbing her body against him yet again, and Khadem's gritted his teeth for control.
"Please, please, please..."
Seeing that there was no talking to her now, Khadem knew there was only one way to effectively bring the girl back to her senses.
Prue gasped in a mixture of shock and excitement when the stranger suddenly shifted their positions, and she now had her back against the door while her legs were still wrapped around his waist.
Blue eyes locked with hers...just as she felt his hand slip under her dress, and all Prue could do was moan as his fingers unerringly found her clit.
Aaaaaaaah.
Since she had never touched herself there, pleasure shot straight to her brain at the feel of a man's thumb rubbing fast and hard on that stiff nub of flesh, and what made Prue feel like she was close to losing her mind was how he didn't stop staring at her at all.
"P-Please..." She wanted to beg him to stop staring, but she ended up moaning instead as she felt that stiff nub of flesh start to quiver. Even though he was only touching the tiniest part of her, she could feel the intensity of his passion in every stroke, and oh God, oh Lord...
I can feel it building inside of me.
I can't believe this is really happening.
I can feel it coming.
The stranger suddenly pinched her clit, and that was all it took for Prue to orgasm for the first time in her life.
Chapter Four
Prue felt like she was waking up from both a nightmare and a dream when she opened her eyes and found herself back in the couch, and that place between her legs still moist and slightly aching.
She forced herself to sit up, and it was then she belatedly noticed the stranger seated across her in a lounge chair, his handsome face inscrutable.
Memories returned in a flash, and a storm of emotions had her throat tightening, and she was suddenly having difficulty breathing.
That had really happened.
Hadn't it?
And now...
What would happen to her now?
Khadem could see that the girl was in shock, and he swiftly stood up to take a bottle of water from the minibar. Something stronger would have probably been more helpful, but he didn't want to risk any adverse reaction with whatever drug it was she had ingested.
Prue didn't hesitate to take the bottle of water that the stranger offered, and she wasn't too surprised to see her fingers shaking as she got rid of the plastic seal. She drank it all in one gulp and couldn't even make herself care when she felt water dribble down her chin in her haste.
She closed her eyes, and even though she knew she was being foolish, she just couldn't help but wish that this was all just a dream.
But when she opened her eyes, and she saw that he was still there, Prue knew it was time to face reality.
"Thank you."
Khadem's gaze turned hooded at her words. That...was unexpected. He had thought she would cry, maybe even curse him for touching her. He had expected her to say and do a lot of things, but one thing he had not expected her to do was to thank him.
"You didn't have to help me," Prue said shakily. "You didn't have to come back to me. But you did."
"I can see in your eyes you've convinced yourself I'm someone nice," Khadem said brusquely. "But I'm not."
Prue shook her head. "You are nice."
"What if I tell you I still want to fuck you?" Khadem said silkily. "And that I do intend to fuck you? Would you still think I'm nice?"
Prue swallowed hard. "Yes."
"Then you're a fool."
"I think I must be," Prue forced herself to admit even as her heart cracked at the dig, "since I have no idea how I ended up drugged."
Khadem cursed under his breath. This girl was proving to be amazingly good at stirring up his conscience, which he thought was long gone...until now.
"I'm sorry," he said tersely. "I shouldn't have said that."
Prue shook her head. "You don't have to apologize for telling me the truth. And I...I want to hear more of it, actually."
Khadem's gaze narrowed. "More of what?"
"How did you know I was drugged?" Just saying the words hurt. It was like living out a nightmare, since girls like her weren't supposed to get into trouble like this. "And would you know how long it would...affect me like this? Will it get worse?"
Prue saw his lips tighten at her questions, and Prue instinctively knew why this was. "It's okay." Her voice was uneven but firm. "Don't hold anything back. Please."