Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50149 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 251(@200wpm)___ 201(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Her teeth gnashed. Dad, seriously, you’re supposed to be on my side!
“You seem to be enjoying yourself with my cousin.”
Lifting her chin, she made herself smile sweetly, saying, “I’ve always enjoyed talking to Malik.” Unlike with you, were her silently implied words after.
His eyes glinted possessively, but the sheikh’s tone remained soft and silky as he said, “Just as long you remember you belong to me.”
The words had her heart skipping a beat even as Harper’s mind warned her that this was one rabbit hole she did not want to tumble into. If you let him think he has hold over you, it would be so forever, stupid!
And so Harper opened her mouth to tell him he had to have his head examined if he really believed she belonged to him-—
But no words came out.
For his fingers on her knee had gone under the slit of her rather modern abaya, drifting past the short skirt of her dress, and going all the way up until they rested directly on top of her silk-covered pussy.
As dish after dish was served, Harper focused on methodically finishing her food and cleaning her plate. Not once did she look up, and on the few times either Malik or Howard tried to start a conversation, she mumbled incoherently, keeping her gaze on her plate. Better they thought her rude than let either of them see how hot her face was.
And it would probably stay hot all the way until dessert, with the way Khalil kept moving his fingers over her silk panties, now made moist by her need.
Damn sheikh.
Every tortuously slow stroke spoke of his expertise and experience, and his fingers would only lift and grant her a respite just when she was dangerously close to coming. It was as if he knew every pulse of her body like it was an instrument he had played for years – or maybe the sheikh simply understood a woman’s pleasure like he knew the back of his hand, because he had fucked that many of her sex.
Either way, it kept her in an agonizingly perpetual state of arousal, and by the time dinner came to a close, her body was painfully stiff, and her knuckles had turned white with the way she gripped her fork and knife so tightly. It was either that – or shove the damn sheikh under the table and yell at him to do something to make her cum.
As their dessert plates were taken away, Khalil leaned towards her, saying silkily, “Would you cum with me?”
The verbal play wasn’t lost on her, and Harper choked. A smirk touched the sheikh’s lips just before a smooth, polished mask fell over his handsome face. When he turned to her father, he was polite and business-like, asking his permission to have a private word with his daughter.
“Of course.” Howard was visibly puzzled, but manners prevented him from voicing the obvious, and that was why? What was there for the king to discuss privately with her?
Harper managed to swallow back her whimper as she felt the sheikh withdraw his fingers. A moment later, he had gracefully stood up, and the rest followed suit. He then turned towards her and offered his hand –
For one brief moment, she thought about slapping it away –
But then she caught sight of the amused gleam in his dark gaze, daring her to do it so he could reap the consequences –
And she managed to curtail her temper and take his hand with as much grace as she could muster.
As soon as he pulled her up she moved away, expecting him to release her, but instead Harper found herself firmly pulled back to his side, and she nearly tripped over her own feet in her shock.
What game was the damn sheikh playing now?
She was so tempted to step on his foot, or even just dig her nails into his hands – anything to cause him pain. But with everyone’s eyes on them, she could only work hard on keeping her own mask in place, chin up, and with a slight smile that could mean nothing and everything.
The guests took their leave with the sheikh one by one, and with her by his side, she was forced to meet their gazes and play dumb to the various emotions that flickered on their faces. Mostly, it was curiosity, but for the few female guests it was – to be specific – jealous contempt.
In their eyes, she was trash, and they could not see why their beloved Emir Sheikh was treating her so specially!
Which I can totally relate to, Harper thought without anger, since I don’t get it either.
The king’s cousins were the last to approach him, but unlike the others, the four sheikhs took their time, and all of them were openly smirking.
“Malik told us you were acting a little territorial,” Altair commented, “and we didn’t believe him.”