Her Improper Desire, page 10
PRUE ONLY REALIZED she had passed out upon waking up...and finding herself aching once again for Khadem's touch. She was on her back on the couch, and she could feel her breasts swelling up as Khadem gently traced her lips with his thumb.
"Welcome back, angel."
She hadn't a chance to reply, with Khadem retracing the outline of her mouth, this time with his tongue. His mouth soon moved down, and all she could do was writhe and gasp as he flicked his tongue against each of her nipples.
"Khadem!"
Her gaze flew to his, and seeing his lips curve in a smirk had her writhing anew. He was so, so gorgeous, and how it made her want him!
"Did you like that?"
She could only whimper her answer. "Yes."
"I'll kiss them again later," he promised in a purr, "but for now, I have something else in mind..."
And that was when she felt him slowly part her thighs open, and Prue sat up in shock.
"Khadem!"
The fear in her voice was unmistakable, and he felt her resisting his efforts from the first time as she tried to keep her legs closed.
"You promised, Khadem..."
Blue eyes narrowed at her. "I did, and I never break my word. So will you trust me?"
Prue's fingers curled into fists. The few brain cells she had that were still working were telling her she couldn't risk trusting him, but...
She did trust him.
Even though he was still a stranger to her, and all she knew of him was his name—-
She trusted him, and so Prue forced herself to relax and let her legs fall open.
"Good girl..."
The words made her blush, but she forgot all about her embarrassment when she saw him getting to his knees between her legs.
Oh God.
He cupped her chin and made Prue look up at him.
"I'm going to give you a little taste of how it would feel to be fucked by my cock."
The words had Prue gasping, but before she could even try to understand what those words meant, he had already flipped her on her stomach, and Prue cried out when she felt the weight of his body pushing her down...just as his cock slipped between her legs.
Oh God.
Another cry spilled past her lips when his cock started sliding back and forth between her legs, and the pleasure it gave her was unimaginable.
So this was what he meant, Prue realized dizzily.
It really was just a little taste, but it felt so, so good, with just how hot and thick his cock felt as it throbbed under her sex, and oh, the sheer length of him was just incredible. He was just so, so long, that when she imagined herself really being fucked by his cock, and all of those inches pounding into her sex—-
That was all it took for the pleasure inside of her to explode, and as her moisture once again flowed out in her orgasm, Prue heard Khadem groan...just before his hands squeezed her breasts, and she felt his cock sliding faster and faster between her legs until he, too, started to cum.
Chapter Eight
Prue couldn't even think of saying no when Khadem lied back against the couch and pulled her close so she could curl up against his chest. She felt so much more tired after her most recent orgasm, but it was the kind of exhaustion that also made her feel like she was floating.
Was this what heaven felt like, or was it blasphemous to think that way, considering that every kiss and caress she enjoyed from him was an act of betrayal against Klaus?
"Stop overthinking," Khadem muttered over her head, and Prue couldn't help but smile because he, too, sounded tired and relaxed at the same time.
"You only have a few minutes of rest. Take advantage of it."
That was true, and Prue decided to take his advice. She should stop overthinking, but as for how to best spend these few minutes of rest and sanity...
"Can you tell me something about yourself?"
Khadem nearly smiled. A woman always did want to talk, but whereas such requests would have him dumping said woman in a flash—-
This was Prue, and she was different. Whatever she asked for, he wanted to give, and since she wanted to know something about him—-
"I'm from the royal family of Huzna."
Prue started to protest and tell him she was being serious, but when Khadem remained still under her, she ended up scrambling off him and scooting all the way to the other end of the couch.
She gazed at him suspiciously, and he had no trouble meeting her eyes.
"Y-You can't be."
Khadem's broad shoulders moved in a shrug. "I won't force you to believe me."
Prue felt light-headed. "You're really a prince?"
"The correct word would be sheikh."
The last word echoed in her brain. A sheikh. This man was a sheikh. Khadem was a sheikh.
"Would you like some proof?" Khadem asked silkily.
She should ask for some, shouldn't she? But somehow...Prue didn't feel it was necessary. Just like she trusted him to keep her safe, she trusted him to tell her the truth, and since he said that he was from the royal family of Huzna—-
"Why are you wasting your time on me?" Prue blurted out. "You could've asked someone else to—-"
Khadem couldn't help bristling at the mere idea. "Never."
The possessiveness of his tone made her feel even fainter. "I don't understand why you're helping me."
Khadem's gaze became hooded. "Why do you think?"
"Is it because I'm a novelty?"
Khadem already knew the answer to that was no, but in the end, all he did was shrug and let Prue draw her own conclusions. The less he said on the matter, the better for both of them.
Prue gnawed on her lip as she tried to make sense of her feelings. Silence meant yes, didn't it? And how else could he see her anyway? She had to be a novelty to him, and she had no right to feel hurt about it.
Khadem reached up to touch her face, and Prue actually had to fight against the urge to rub her cheek against his palm like some kitten wanting to be petted.
What's wrong with me?
I shouldn't be feeling this way!
I can't!
"You appear troubled," Khadem murmured.
"I'm not."
"Did you want me to say something else?"
Prue's expression turned into one of dismay. "No." She pushed his hand away even as her heart stupidly ached at the loss of his touch. "Of course not." She forced herself to look at him in the eye. "It's just the drug...it's making me crazy."
"Is it?"
Don't let him get to you!
Think of Klaus!
Remember who you belong to!
Prue squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to clear her mind, but it didn't work. She tried to conjure an image of Klaus, but anguish ripped through her when all she could think of was Khadem.
Why?
Why am I like this?
Why?
Khadem had enough. He could no longer stand to see Prue punishing herself unnecessarily, and he had no trouble ignoring her cries as he hauled her back to him.
"No—-"
She tried to struggle out of his hold, but Khadem's grip didn't ease the slightest, and before she knew it, she was falling on top of him, and her bare breasts were rubbing against the slight mat of hair covering his chest, and oh God—-
A cry spilled out of her as excitement blazed through her body...even when every brain cell of hers was still in working order.
No, God, no.
How could he make her want me when the drug wasn't working?
Khadem cupped her face. "Do you get it now?" he demanded roughly. "You're destined to be mine—-"
"No! That's not true! I'm not—-"
She could no longer speak, with his hand curving around her nape to pull her head down so he could conquer her mouth in another kiss.
Oh God, no!
She bit his lip hard, but this only had Khadem laughing. "Go ahead, my angel," he growled against her lips. "I'm only going to want you more the harder you fight me."
"Stop th—aaaah!"
His hands were now gripping her waist, and this time, it was her breast that his mouth had latched onto.
"Stop it!"
She tried shoving him away, but it only made him suckle harder on her nipple. She tried pulling at his hair, but this only made him move all the way down...until his head was right between her legs.
"Nooooo!"
But her cry seemed to fall on deaf ears, and her eyes started to sting when she felt Khadem push her panties to the side. Cool air blew against her inner folds, and Prue's tears started to fall when she felt her pussy turn wet and start to quiver.
This was it.
She knew by now when the drug was and wasn't working, and right now...it wasn't.
Everything that she was feeling was because of him—-
And when she felt him start sucking on her clit, with his tongue lashing against the bud over and over until her body arched involuntarily in orgasm—-
This is all me, she thought dazedly.
The way her body was still shuddering, and the feel of cum dripping down her thighs while her breathless pants filled the air—-
All of this is me, and God, no—-
It was starting again.
Even though her body had yet to recover from its last climax, artificial lust had flooded back into her veins, and all Prue could do was cry as sanity slipped out of her reach once again.
No, no, no.
But it was too late. The drugs had regained control, and by the time Khadem lifted his head, shame had lost all meaning, and all she could do was whisper the agonizing truth. "Please. It's happening—-"
She could not say anything else, with Khadem rising to his knees and thrusting his cock straight into her mouth.
Aaaaah!
With both of his hands gripping her head, there was no way for her to escape, but the painfully funny thing about this was that she didn't want to escape at all. With her whorish soul in control, Prue found herself loving the taste of his cock, and what she loved even more was how he had her mouth so unbelievably stuffed that every thrust made her want to choke and suck at the same time.
Khadem tried to keep his movements slow and steady, but when he felt Prue clutch and squeeze his ass, the unexpectedness of it had his control breaking, and he could no longer keep himself from fucking her mouth harder...and faster...and deeper...until the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, and he felt himself explode as her lips automatically closed around his length.
"Prue, fuck..." He could only groan the words out as he shot his seed down her throat, and moments later he heard her cry out as the taste of his cum triggered her own release.
Prue couldn't believe how giving Khadem a blowjob had made her cum as well, and all she could do in the end was cling to his hard, muscular body as wave after wave of pleasure pounded through her body.
And after that, there was no respite for either of them, with Khadem no longer giving Prue a chance to enjoy her few moments of lucidity. He kissed and touched and played with her body regardless of whether the drug was at work or not, and Prue could only dazedly follow his every command.
Hours went by, and Prue learned how it felt to have his fingers fuck her into an orgasm, and how giving his cock a boob job could also trigger her own release. In the back of her mind, Prue knew that once the drug finally wore off, she would look back on this night and feel shock and horror at some of the things she had done...and the things she had allowed him to do with her.
But what would always be her greatest shame, and something she didn't think she could ever admit, even to herself...was how terrified she was that he might be right.
She might indeed be destined to be his, but even someone as sheltered as her knew that such a thing didn't automatically guarantee Khadem was destined to be hers.
Chapter Nine
The window blinds were all rolled up when Prue woke, but the sunlight that streamed inside the room wasn't so bright that it hurt her eyes.
It was early morning still, she thought dazedly, and it was only when Prue forced herself to sit up, and she felt the oddest parts of her body start to ache—-
Oh no.
She remembered everything at once, and relief nearly had her sagging when she saw that she was fully dressed. He was likely the one who had gotten her back in her clothes, and while that was embarrassing, it would've been more awkward if she was still naked—-
"Good morning."
The sound of his voice made her jump, and she finally noticed Khadem back in the lounge chair across the couch. It was her first time to see him in the light of day, and he looked even more magnificent with sunlight casting shadows over the aquiline edges of his face and the sculpted muscles of his arms.
"How do you feel?"
She cleared her throat. "I'm...okay." It was such a lame thing to say, but in her defense, this was her first morning-after, and Khadem wasn't even her boyfriend. She hadn't even known him for more than a day. It couldn't get any more awkward than this, could it?
"Has the drug worn off?"
Prue couldn't help wincing. "Um...yes." She obviously stood corrected. It was even more awkward now, having been reminded that the only reason they had spent the night together was because someone had hated her enough to spike her drink.
Khadem was unused to dealing with a woman who was so damn difficult to read. All this time, he had been waiting for some sign from Prue, just so he'd know where he now stood with her. But so far, all he had gotten from her were short, awkward responses that didn't offer a single clue to her feelings.
Prue's stomach turned when she saw Khadem shove his hands into his pockets. He seemed tense and almost frustrated, and she wondered if this meant that one night with her had been more than enough, and he was now itching to get rid of her.
That...was possible, wasn't it? He was a sheikh, and she was nobody. It was only natural she'd be unable to hold his interest—-
"I had a call earlier."
The sudden words cut into her thoughts, and Prue looked at Khadem uncertainly.
"Would you like to know who spiked your drink?"
Prue could feel herself pale. "H-How?"
Instead of answering, Khadem rose to his feet and offered her his hand. "Let me show you." He saw Prue bite her lip, and he wondered if she was now afraid of him. Disgusted by him even. And if she did feel those things, Khadem knew he only had himself to blame.
When Prue had finally fallen asleep in a state of exhaustion, Khadem had found himself watching her until dawn...and reflecting and regretting the actions he had taken.
The life he had led taught him to seize what he wanted without hesitation, but he should've been more careful with someone like Prue. Not only was she unaccustomed to the ways of his kingdom, but he had known from the start she was a kind and gentle soul. A fucking angel on earth. But instead of soothing her fears, he had taken advantage of her weakness.
Now that her mind was free from the effects of the drug, it was possible that she had decided to have nothing to do with him—-
Ah.
Khadem barely managed to hide his surprise when he felt Prue tentatively place her hand in his, and he made sure to keep his hold gentle as he carefully pulled her up to her feet.
Prue didn't know what to think or feel as Khadem continued to hold her hand as he led her out of the room. It almost felt like he was being protective towards her, but that couldn't be right. Could it?
There was at least a dozen of men seemingly waiting for him in the corridor, and Prue was unnerved by the sight of all of those men bowing as Khadem walked past. It was one thing to know that Khadem had royal blood, but it was another thing altogether to see just what it really meant for him to be a sheikh, and the fact that he was taking such deference by stride made Prue feel like all of this was a dream.
They descended the club's spiral staircase in silence, and Prue's heart pounded when Khadem took her to a private office just next to the entrance. She had a feeling she already knew what he was about to show her, and her guess proved correct when she saw the wall of monitors transmitting real-time footage from every security camera that had been installed inside the club.
"Your Highness." The club's security chief introduced himself as Martin Britt, and at Khadem's nod, the older man played back a couple of minutes from last night's recordings.
Prue felt like throwing up when she realized who it was that had spiked her drink.
Khadem's grip on her hand tightened. "That's your cousin, isn't it?"
Prue could only nod, devastated as she was by the pain of Alta's betrayal. How could the other girl do this to her? How? And why?
"There's also footage of your cousin talking to the group of guys that attacked you."
Prue felt sicker and sicker. Did she ever know Alta at all?
"Would you like to see the footage?" Martin questioned.
Prue shook her head, and the next few minutes that followed were a blur. It was like she was moving on autopilot as she thanked Martin for his help and allowed Khadem to take her hand as he led her out of the office.
She didn't even notice where they were going until Khadem's steps slowed into a halt, and Prue realized he had taken her to the hotel's vast and elegant lobby.
"What do you want to do now?" Khadem asked quietly.
Prue didn't answer him right away, and he could see that she was still reeling from her cousin's betrayal.
"If you're going to press charges—-"
Prue immediately shook her head. Her parents were the conservative sort, and Prue would rather keep the whole thing a secret and deal with Alta privately.
Khadem's lip curled at Prue's decision to simply let this matter go. She might be feeling charitable, but he was not going to let the matter rest just like that.
If there was one thing he had learned from the years he had spent fighting and risking his life in battle, it was to understand the permanency of human nature. People who were born evil would stay evil, and to show them mercy would only risk having them ruin more lives.
Prue's cousin would be made to pay for her sins, and Khadem didn't give a damn if doing so meant risk losing Prue's trust completely. That woman had to be punished, and he would damn well make sure of it. Prue might not understand this yet, but she was his, and he would do everything to keep her safe.
