Strong hands clasping her hips startled Anisah into looking up, and she couldn’t help drawing a shaky breath at the lazy, devastating smile that curved on the sheikh’s lips. She had a sudden, instinctive urge to pinch herself. Was this real?

  This man whose silky ebony locks she had gripped, this man whose lips had tasted every inch of her body, this man whose beauty almost seemed unreal, with the incandescent lighting overhead bathing his naked muscular torso with a golden glow – was this truly the man who had just minutes ago taken her virginity...and with it made her indelibly his?

  The thought was...terrifying.

  Tarif knew the exact moment the impulse to flee struck his lovely puritan, and his smile turned into a smirk. In this part, she had proved delightfully predictable, and the sheikh had no trouble pinning her hips down to the bed when she tried to get up.

  “Sheikh—-”

  “Tarif,” he corrected her, and without giving Anisah a chance to realize what he intended to do next, he simply tightened his hold on her hips and flipped her over.

  A gasp escaped Anisah when she found herself lying on her stomach, and then she had to gasp again when she felt the sheikh pulling her hips up until her butt was practically wiggling in the air. “Sheikh!”

  But the only answer she got was the feel of the bed dipping as the sheikh rose to his knees, and her entire body stiffened when she felt him start to palm her butt.

  Another moment and she felt the head of his phallus nudging against her entrance, and her mind threatened to shut down.

  Oh...dear...

  “S-Sheikh?” And when she still didn’t get an answer, she croaked out, “Tarif?”

  The sheikh smiled. “Good girl.”

  “I wasn’t aiming to be – ah!” Her eyes flew wide, and her fists automatically clutched at the sheets when she felt his engorged phallus slowly but steadily drive inside of her without warning. Stars above, how could this be possible? She found herself shaking her head, wondering if it was possible that she was only dreaming this –

  But then she felt him lean forward, his hips pushing against the back of her legs, and Anisah cried out as the movement shoved his throbbing manhood deeper inside of her. This was real then? She twisted her head around to look at the sheikh over her shoulder, saying weakly, “You’re n-not supposed to be this hard right away – aaaah!”

  The sheikh had withdrawn his cock almost all the way out before thrusting back inside of her in one forceful plunge.

  “I think you’ve forgotten.” With each word, the sheikh began pumping his cock in and out of her, harder and deeper until she found her face flat against the bed while her butt went up higher and higher to take more of the sheikh’s cock.

  “I went without sex for a long, long time for you.” The sheikh reached around her body to capture her breasts with his hands, and she moaned.

  “So no, my sweet.” Tarif pinched her nipples, and her mewling cry of pleasure was his reward. “I should be this hard...” He pinched the tight buds harder, and she bucked against his hips.

  Anisah whimpered as the sheikh bent close once more, and her eyes squeezed shut when she felt his breath tickle her ear. “I intend to make up for each and every damn day of my enforced celibacy.” The sheikh pulled back, and Anisah bit back a cry of protest when he released her breast. She should feel relieved, curse it, but instead her body ached for more of his touch. It was just so stupid –

  “Ah!”

  The sheikh took Anisah by surprise when he suddenly captured her hands behind her back while his other hand gripped her by the hair.

  “Ready for another fucking, my sweet?”

  Such dirty, dirty words, spoken in such a rough, gritty voice...

  She should hate the way he was speaking to her, curse it – but she didn’t.

  The lewd sound of the sheikh’s hips pumping hard against her filled the room as he plunged his thick, hard phallus into her over and over. It was agony – pure and beautiful agony – made more tortuous by the way he pulled her head and hands back, which forced her to straighten and cause her breasts to jiggle harder with every thrust of his cock.

  She tried as hard as she could to keep quiet while clinging desperately to her waning senses, but the sexual clamor of her body proved impossible to ignore. She soon found herself panting like a woman made mindless with pleasure...and she just couldn’t stop.

  Tarif knew he should be a lot gentler in making love to a woman who was having sex only for the second time in her life. His mind knew this - only his body refused to listen to it. The sound of her panting sent all rational thoughts out of his mind while propelling his most basic urges to the fore, and the sight of her swinging breasts had him ravaging her like a sex-driven beast.

  His pace became wild and uncontrolled, his thick phallus thrusting all the way to her womb –

  “TARIF!” The sound of his name on her lips as she shattered around him made him growl, and then he, too, was cumming. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her hips as he shot his load into her, and he didn’t let go until he had her pussy overflowing with his seed.

  He should be exhausted by now, his cock limp with two consecutive releases, but when he heard her sob at the way his cum started to leak down her inner thighs, a pleasurable shudder gripped his body, and he found himself being hard again.

  Anisah seemed to have felt it, too, as the next moment she was shaking her head in apparent disbelief as she glanced at him over her shoulder, saying weakly, “You can’t possibly...”

  His cock answered for him, its size swelling inside of her, and Anisah whimpered. “Sheikh...” The pleading note in her voice was a mistake on her part. He liked the sound of it too much, and it had his cock forcing the walls of her pussy to stretch as it grew thicker and longer inside of her.

  “Noooooo—-” She made a sudden attempt to escape, but this, too, was a mistake. The sight of her trying to crawl away from him had his arousal reaching beyond breaking point.

  One yank, and he had her falling against him with a cry. She tried to pull away as he leaned against the headboard, and once he was in position, he twisted her around and impaled her with one swift stroke.

  Anisah screamed at the sudden penetration. He was so much deeper inside of her in this position, and he felt so much bigger, too. She looked down at him with dazed eyes, knowing she should protest his rather highhanded way of making love to her. But then his hands curved around her hips as he lifted her up –

  Another moment, and he was bringing her down hard, and she screamed again.

  Captivated by the sheer pleasure of his possession, Anisah no longer thought of trying to get away. Now, all she cared about was prolonging the pleasure, and she did so by heeding the silent command of his touch, the guiding pressure of his hand on her hips teaching her how to bounce on his cock like he was a stallion to ride.

  Their bodies started to rock against each other in perfect harmony, and she threw her head back with a keening cry when he plumped one breast with his hand to take her nipple into his mouth. Suck, bounce, suck, bounce – it was the most deliciously lewd rhythm, and her body started to tighten bit by bit.

  “T-Tarif...” Her eyes squeezed shut as soon as his name slipped past her lips. She sounded like she was begging – and the worst thing about it was that it was true. Her pending orgasm felt so, so close, but no matter how hard she ground her body against his, she couldn’t seem to get nearer.

  “What is it?” the sheikh rasped.

  “P-Please...”

  “Tell me, my sweet,” he urged her hoarsely. “Tell me what you want.” And this time, he punctuated it by biting her nipple. Hard.

  Shudders racked her body. Oh stars above, she was so, so close, so much closer now –

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  “Tell me, Anisah—-”

  “Please m-make me come!”

  A growl of triumph escaped the sheikh, and then she felt him reach between their bodies, his fingers combing through the curls just before finding that tiny nub of swollen, aching flesh – one hard pinch of it, and they both shattered, her cries and his roars blending as they climaxed simultaneously.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tarif watched in contemplative silence as Anisah slowly stirred into consciousness. It was almost dawn now, and she had been asleep for over nine hours. It was also entirely expected, considering how unused her body was to sex – and the fact that he had her orgasm five times before she had literally succumbed to a deep sleep after their last round of fucking.

  He had expected his need for her to have significantly waned by now – or for it to at least be manageable – but instead it was the opposite. His hunger for her body was as strong as ever, maybe even stronger, bordering on obsession.

  The way his body burned at the sight of her every moment was proof of it, and that was exactly what was happening now, with his cock twitching demandingly under his pants when the covers slipped down Anisah’s body and exposed a tantalizing amount of her breasts as she turned to her side.

  He watched her clouded eyes roam around her surroundings slowly, as if she was trying to figure out where she was. He waited patiently until her gaze finally found hers, and when the confusion finally faded from her gaze, his lips slowly curved in a smile of challenge. He knew that whatever she had to say, it would not be what he expected –

  “Just so we’re clear, this doesn’t change things, okay? I still don’t want to fall in love with you.”

  And it was not.

  Leaning back against his lounge chair, the sheikh took his time answering purely to provoke her, and he was rewarded almost instantly when she glowered at him. Still, he waited, and only when she opened her mouth to speak did he ask lazily, “Are you certain about that?”

  Anisah threw the sheikh a fulminating look at the taunting tone of his voice. “Of course I mean it! I am not so shallow to allow myself to be influenced by a night of sex—-”

  “Was it good, by the way?”

  “Was what good?”

  “The sex,” the sheikh drawled. “Was it good?”

  Her mouth opened and closed.

  It was good.

  It was really good.

  It was unbelievably good.

  “It was okay,” she said finally and tried her best not to turn red when the sheikh smirked at her answer.

  Stop acting like a ninny, Anisah!

  Anisah pulled the covers up to her neck in an effort to regain her composure. It must be because she was still naked under this cursedly thin sheet while the sheikh was fully dressed. That was why she was acting so unnaturally silly. Her lack of clothes made her feel vulnerable and exposed, and it was why her heart was banging so hard against her chest and why her breasts started to feel swollen and heavy when she noticed the possessive heat in his gaze.

  That was all, she told herself doggedly, and nothing else.

  Squaring her shoulders, she met the sheikh’s gaze with a scowl and said as firmly as she could, “I meant what I said, Your Highness. This is still an affair in the guise of a temporary engagement, we’re still free to break things off whenever we want, and you’re still not – ”

  “Has anyone told you you’re a romantic?” the sheikh asked with a grin.

  “Well...” Anisah had to think about this.

  “Because whoever did was lying his head off.”

  Anisah made a face, and he grinned. “To say the truth is to show you respect, nem?”

  “You—-you—-oh!” How she hated it when he ended up having the last word! Annoyed at being verbally thwarted, Anisah made a furious yank of the covers in a fit of frustration, and she swung her legs off the bed as soon as she had the covers wrapped securely around her body. She knew she was acting like a child throwing a tantrum, but she didn’t care. She just needed time and space to think –

  Oh!

  The sheikh had captured her wrist from behind and she found herself forced to turn around. “Please let go—-” Her voice trailed off.

  The sheikh was holding out a small box open in his hands, and in it was the most exquisite ring: a thirty-carat diamond surrounded by a band of amethysts.

  Anisah paled. “Sheikh—-”

  “Tarif, my sweet,” the sheikh chided. “I’m your fiancé now, remember?”

  When he started to take the ring out of the box, Anisah unthinkingly hid both her hands behind her back, forgetting in her panic that this would cause the sheet to fall off her body. All she could think about was preventing him from doing so terrifyingly symbolic.

  The ring the sheikh held in his hand didn’t look like something he’d have purchased from Tiffany’s or one of the country’s famous jewelers. Instead, it looked old, the kind that seemed to have passed from generation to generation, the kind that only a woman who had every right to be the sheikh’s bride should – wait a minute.

  Why was the sheikh grinning?

  A frown worked its way on her forehead as she slowly looked down, following his line of sight, and that was when she realized he had been staring at her naked breasts all this time.

  Oh, curse this life!

  The sheikh captured her left hand as she hastily bent down to retrieve the covers, and Anisah ended up struggling to wrap the sheet around her body single-handedly. “Please let go—-” Her voice faltered when the sheikh tightened his grip while holding the ring over her captured hand.

  Tarif’s broad shoulders rocked with silent laughter as Anisah started struggling against his hold like he had turned into a serial killer. “Cease your struggles—-”

  “No!”

  “You know you won’t win—-”

  “Nooooooo!”

  But it was as the sheikh had said, and Anisah cringed when the sheikh finally managed to slide the ring down her finger, and to top things off, the darn thing even proved to be an infernally perfect fit.

  Oh, may Allah save her, but how did it come to this?

  The sheikh’s lips pressed together as he watched Anisah stare at the ring like it was a ghost wrapped around her finger. He knew he should be offended, but if anything, this only made him want her more. “What do you think of it, anisdi?” he asked huskily.

  But his beautiful harpy only glared at him in stubborn silence.

  “Very well then...” Grabbing her hand, he started sucking her fingers one by one and was rewarded by the sound of her whimpers. “If you don’t answer me...” His mouth moved down, and he licked a line against her soft palm. “This is how I’ll punish you.” The sheikh’s glittering eyes captured hers as she shuddered helplessly in his hold. “Do you understand?”

  Anisah thought about saying no, but then his mouth started to move threateningly closer to her still tingling palm, and she snarled, “Yes.”

  “Is it really that bad to have my ring on your finger?”

  “Yes,” she burst out feelingly, but the sheikh only chuckled. She looked down at the sheikh’s ring, and her mood grew more morose. How did things get so complicated? She hadn’t even been able to fully adjust to the fact that she was the sheikh’s lover yet, and now she was his fake fiancée?

  “It is growing on you now, nem?”

  Her cheeks flushed at the sheikh’s wickedly teasing tone, but because she didn’t want to answer him in a straightforward mansion, she prevaricated instead, asking stiltedly, “Is this your mother’s, Your Highness?”

  Tarif’s lip curled at the thought of having to give Anisah something that belonged to a woman like his mother, and his voice ended up sharper than intended. “Of course not.” Unpleasant memories started crowding his mind, and a mask of cold disgust fell over the sheikh’s handsome face. “I’d never give you something like – ”

  Too late Tarif noticed Anisah’s stricken look, and he broke off when he realized how his words could be so disastrously misconstrued.

  Fuck.

  “You misunderstood, Tory.”

  Anisah didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mind was whirling, and she almost wished she had the power to rewind time. If she did, she would have chosen to be less stubborn and proud. If she did, she would have forced herself to ignore the improperness of it all and just let the sheikh place his ring on her finger.

  If only.

  But now it was too late, and as his words echoed endlessly in her mind, hurt and confusion distorted reality, and when she looked at him it was not herself – Anisah – she saw reflected in the sheikh’s eyes. Instead, she saw Sidqi Kahveci’s daughter, and she was being judged all over again.

  “Tory—-”

  “No!” She recoiled from his reach, her body now shuddering as memories lashed her mind. What was once beautiful and special now felt obscene and vile – oh, how could she have given herself to him so easily?

  “I am not lying, anisdi,” Tarif said forcefully. “It is truly not what you think.”

  Such pretty words, she thought sickly, only now she knew they were just that. Pretty words did not a good man make, and as she lifted her gaze to his, she vowed not to let herself be fooled by the sheikh again. “Say whatever you want, Your Highness,” she said flatly. “It no longer matters—-”

  “I am not lying, dammit!”

  “Then tell me - what else could you have meant?” she demanded bitterly. “Tell me then! What else could it be?”

  Shame threatened to swallow him up as Tarif thought of the things he had meant – and the sick, deplorable things he had long buried at the back of his mind in hopes that he would never remember them again.

  “D-Do you see?” The sheikh’s silence was like a slap to her face, and she felt something in her threaten to crack. “You were lying.”

  A muscle ticked at the sheikh’s jaw at the devastated look on Anisah’s face. Ah God, he wished he could tell her the truth -

  But he could not. Not even for Anisah.

  “Should it not be enough for you that I say it is not so?”

  That was all he was going to say? Did he think she was that big a fool to let things go simply on his say so? The cracks inside of her were bigger now, and as she struggled to keep herself together, anger came to Anisah’s rescue, and she heard herself say, “Maybe it would be if I thought you were as honorable as your cousins—-”

 

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