Her Improper Desire, page 15
Ilyas sucked his breath when he saw that his secretary's nipples were still proudly stiff under her night shirt. Damn her. How could she not be aware that the crested peaks of her tits were currently crying out for his attention?
It took quite a while, but Ilyas finally managed to drag his gaze away from Ember's engorged breasts.
Damn her, damn her, damn her.
His body was now rigid with arousal, and he knew he was dangerously close to losing control. He had to make her leave before he ended up doing something stupid, but when he met her gaze to tell her that—-
FUCK.
Ilyas saw Ember's wide-eyed gaze glued to his cock - his fully aroused cock, goddammit - and he realized then and there he could not let his secretary stay a second longer.
When Ember saw the sheikh start to speak, she reacted without thinking—-and ended up placing a finger over his lips.
"Ssssh." Ember nodded at the direction of the kitten napping peacefully on the counter. "We can't make any noi—-"
Ilyas flung her hand away, and Ember nearly gasped at the heat in his gaze.
Oh my.
That could either be rage...or passion...or both.
And whichever it might be—-
All of it excited her...and oh, oh, oh—-
Why was he looking at her like that?
Had the sheikh finally figured out how much she wanted him?
Ilyas nearly groaned out loud at the dazed expression on his secretary's heart-shaped face.
Goddammit, Ember!
That look on her face told him three things.
First: the idiot actually knew Ilyas he had a hard-on because of her.
Second: the idiot finally realized that Ilyas also knew she wanted him back, and—-
Third: (which was the dumbest thing of all): none of this was apparently enough to make the idiot leave.
What the fuck, woman?
Instead of feeling terrified or even just righteously offended, his dummy of a secretary was actually staring at him now like she was eager to see him completely lose control.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Ember saw that the sheikh was about to speak—-
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
But off went her finger yet again, and oh, oh, oh, why did having the sheikh's lips under his finger making her want to writhe so, so badly?
Ilyas grabbed her hand for a second time and forced it back down. "Do that one more time," he growled, "and you'll regret it."
"Do what?"
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
Anger flashed in the sheikh's golden eyes. "You know what."
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
"Do you mean this?"
And so there it went again, with one shaking finger of hers pressed against his lips, and just as the demon prince had promised—-
Ah!
He had bitten her finger!
He had actually bitten her finger, and Ember found herself gasping more out of shock than pain when she felt his teeth sink into her flesh.
"You brute!"
Ilyas saw red. "What did you fucking call me?"
Ember could've bitten her tongue off the moment she realized what she had inadvertently yelled at him.
You are such an idiot, Ember Hallman!
She could've called Ilyas a royal bosshole to his face, and he still wouldn't be this furious. She could've even called him a motherfucker while at it, and Ilyas still wouldn't have minded.
But brute?
It was the worst thing she could've called him, but because she had completely forgotten how sensitive these royal sheikhs were when accused of being uncivilized (or in this case, brutish), the demon prince was now looking at her as if he wanted to give her ass a good hard spanking.
"Do you have a fucking death wish?"
Ember finally had her first taste of fear...even as she also felt her pussy start to quiver at the way fury underscored the sheikh's voice. She knew this could be her last chance to salvage things, but what she ended up crying out was—-
"I'm just being honest!"
Ilyas stared at his secretary in angry disbelief. "What the fuck?" Why was she stupidly provoking him like this? Didn't she realize how close he was to completely losing control?
"You are one!"
Ilyas felt like he was losing his mind as he watched Ember's lusciously huge breasts jiggle with every word she threw at him. It really did seem like his secretary had a death wish, and his dick was just raring to give her a taste of la petite mort.
Ember could feel herself trembling under the sheikh's enraged gaze. She knew that the safest thing to do right now was to keep her mouth shut, but instead she heard herself say, "I mean it!"
"You stubborn little fool," Ilyas roared. "If you don't take those fucking words back—-"
Why couldn't he just stop threatening her? Didn't he realize by now that was just going to make her want to provoke him even more?
"You're going to fucking pay for your stupidity—-"
More threats, seriously?
Ember glared up at the sheikh. "I don't care! You—-"
"Go ahead and fucking say it," Ilyas snarled, "and I'll make sure to shut that mouth of yours—-"
Why wouldn't he just stop threatening her so she could stop provoking him?
"—-with my cock!"
Ember's words died in her throat.
Uh...say that again?
Did he just threaten to shut her mouth...with...his...cock?
Ember's mind spun.
Oh my god, finally, I mean—-frighteningly! This is so...frightening...ly.
A few more seconds passed.
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
But in the end, she heard herself whisper, "You are a brute."
Ilyas' face whitened. "Damn you."
What happened after that was a blur, and the next thing she knew, she was already on her knees on the living room rug and the demon prince was looming over her with a deliciously terrifyingly ruthless expression on his too-gorgeous face.
"Let me go!"
Ember struggled to free herself even as her inner folds started to swell and thicken.
"I fucking warned you!"
The sheikh's voice was thick with rage and lust, and the sound of it was making Ember's pussy quiver like crazy. Is he really going to do it?
Ilyas grabbed a fistful of Ember's auburn locks to hold her in place while he unbuckled his belt. A part of him was just waiting for her to scream and struggle, but all his secretary did was struggle and glare at him.
She really was fucking asking for it, but-—
Are you really going to do this, Ilyas Al-Masri?
He yanked her head back, and defiant gray eyes clashed with his.
"You asked for this, damn you."
(Yes, yes, yes)
"I told you to leave," Ilyas growled. "I told you not to say those fucking words. I gave you every possible chance to leave, and all you had to do was obey me. That was all you had to do, but you fucking didn't."
Ember's heart started to pound as she watched him slowly unzip his pants. Am I dreaming this up? Moisture started coating her folds, and her heart pounded faster and harder when she saw Ilyas reach inside his pants—-
H-h-h-h-huge I mean, h-h-h-help!
Ember's mouth went dry at the sheer size of Ilyas' cock. There were times she'd have to attend social gatherings as a representative of the royal family, and it was in those parties she would occasionally hear Ilyas' former one-night-stands talking about him.
They would often rant about his cold and hard attitude, but they would also typically end up raving about his dick and gush about how long it was. They would lick their lips as they talked about how hard it was, and then they would sigh because they all missed having something that thick ramming in and out of their pussies.
And now I get it, too, Ember thought dizzily. Everything they said about the sheikh's massive cock was true, and she didn't even realize the sight of it had her wetting her lips until she saw the sheikh freeze—-
"What the hell?"
Ember froze as well.
I'm busted.
Ilyas couldn't believe what he had just seen...and what it fucking meant.
"Is this turning you on?"
"No!"
"Then why the fuck did you wet your lips," Ilyas growled, "like you couldn't wait to have a taste of my cock?"
Ember didn't dare open her mouth to answer him. How could she, with his violently twitching dick just a kiss away from her lips?
"I'm right, aren't I?"
Ember felt like she was about to melt into goo.
The demon prince was crooning.
She had heard the other women talk about this, too, and they were so, so right. The sound of it alone could make every part of a woman's body ache, and she knew this because it was already happening.
Aaaaaah.
Ilyas could hardly wrap his mind around what he was seeing. His secretary looked like she was about to throw herself at him any moment. Looked like she was about to fucking die if she didn't feel his hands on her soon.
"Have you always wanted me like this?"
Ember shook her head.
"Liar."
"I'm n-not—-"
"Then why have your nipples been fucking erect the moment I came here?"
His secretary cried out in outrage, but Ilyas didn't give a fuck.
"Admit it," Ilyas crooned. "You want me—-"
"Stop putting words in my mouth," Ember finally managed to choke out.
"What for? So I can stuff your mouth with something else?"
The lazy amusement in Ilyas' glittering gaze was something Ember knew she was better off ignoring.
(No say it, no say it, no say it, no say it)
But in the end she still heard herself whisper, "You brute..."
Chapter Two
Ilyas yanked her head back without warning, and as Ember's lips parted in surprise, the sheikh thrust his cock forward...and all the way down to her throat.
Oh God.
Tears stung her eyes, and Ember gagged and choked while nearly seeing stars.
The sheikh pulled his cock out. "Poor little chick."
Little chick?
"Is my cock too big for you?"
Oh God, he was crooning again.
"Too thick?"
Ember finally managed to come up with enough brain cells to answer him back. "You wish—-"
The sheikh shoved his cock back into her mouth, and she could no longer speak.
Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.
Ilyas could see and feel Ember struggling to fit his cock in her mouth, but the sight only made him want to fuck her even harder.
He had always been aware of the streak of sadism that simmered under his flesh, but what Ilyas had never thought possible was for his headstrong secretary to be a fucking masochist herself.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
Ilyas saw her gray eyes glisten behind her dorky pair of glasses as he tightened his grip on her hair, but he could also feel her sucking so eagerly on his cock as he made her head bob up and down at a furious pace.
Why, dammit?
A girl with glasses had never turned him on before, but he couldn't remember seeing anything hotter at this moment than his bespectacled secretary sucking on his cock.
Ember was the complete opposite of what he used to think was his ideal lay—-so why the hell did she now feel like a fucking perfect match for his every sexual need?
Ember could feel the demon prince gazing down at her broodingly even as he continued to fuck her mercilessly in the mouth.
Was this really happening?
How did it even happen?
How could the demon prince's cock, she thought dizzily, be inside HER mouth?
She might have stupidly lost her heart to him from the first day they met, but she had been too practical to let herself dream that something like this could ever take place.
And honestly, even now, she still had a hard time believing that their bodies were joined in such a way, and the fact that every forceful shove of his cock had her gag reflex threatening to kick in was the only reason Ember knew this was real.
This was truly happening...and oh God, but she loved it!
She loved how his cock was so extraordinarily long, it easily went all the way to the back of her throat with just a slight thrust of his hips.
She loved how his cock was so, so thick, it really did make her feel like she had the juiciest piece of meat inside of her mouth.
She loved every moment of this, and she loved it even more that she was hiding all of her desires behind a show of outrage. Ember knew it was shamelessly perverse of her to feel this way, but it just turned her on so, so much to have the demon prince believe she hated what he was doing, and oh!
Ilyas had caught her glaring at him again, and his cock made a popping sound as it slid out of her mouth when the sheikh yanked her head back.
"What are you looking at me like that for?" the sheikh snarled. "Do you really fucking think you have the right to be angry at me?"
She started to answer him...but couldn't, with the sheikh already shoving his cock back into her mouth.
"You asked for this, Ember. You goddamn asked for it."
Ilyas waited for her to show the smallest ounce of fear, but all she did was struggle to get free.
"I told you to leave, damn you."
Ember looked up at him like she wanted to claw his eyes out, and Ilyas couldn't remember seeing anything hotter than his secretary gazing up at him with so much wrath...even as his cock plunged again and again in the sweet moist depths of her mouth.
"I hope you'll learn your fucking lesson after this."
"I told you to use the goddamn card."
"But did you fucking listen?"
"Did you?"
Ember shuddered in a mixture of fright and excitement when she saw the way Ilyas' gaze glittered down at her with a savage mix of desire and fury.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you, your mouth is so fucking tight—-"
Ember could only moan and suck harder on his cock. She might still be a virgin, but she was no innocent little lamb, and the expression on his beautiful face could only mean one thing.
"I'm about to fucking cum—-"
Oh God.
"And you are going to swallow every drop of it."
Yes, yes, yes.
"Do you understand?"
Ember glared up at the sheikh even as the thought of him cumming inside of her mouth was making her writhe helplessly under him. It almost felt unreal when she thought of how it was only yesterday that the sheikh failed to realize she was a woman, and now...
"Ember."
Hearing Ilyas groan her name just as he tightly gripped her head was all the warning he gave her, and then he was finally cumming inside of her mouth—-
Oh God.
Ilyas didn't let go of her head even as his wild and forceful thrusts had the hot, salty thickness of his semen shooting all the way down to her throat. It didn't taste anything like she had imagined, but she craved it all the same because it was from him.
She loved everything about him...just like how she loved him.
Ilyas was still breathing hard as he reluctantly pulled out of his secretary's mouth. He was still semi-erect, and just remembering how it felt to have Ember's rosebud lips wrapped around his length had him wanting desperately to fuck her other holes.
How could he have been blind all this time about how lusciously hot his own damn secretary was?
He had never been the type to mix business with pleasure, and while he still considered fucking one's own staff a worthless risk, Ilyas also knew that this was only the beginning for him and his stubborn little chick.
Even just by looking at her now, and seeing her gray eyes fiery with rebellion, her trembling lips exquisitely swollen, and her nipples still pointedly pushing against her shirt—-
Ilyas wanted her again, and he wanted her even more because of the way she was struggling to conceal her need. Everything about her told him that Ember wanted him more than ever, and Ilyas would be more than fucking happy to return the favor and make her cum...if she did just this one thing.
Ember bit her lip as she watched the sheikh zip his cock back into his pants. Was this it then? Was it over? Just like that?
She looked up at him warily, and fire unfurled deep within her belly when she realized he had been staring at her all this time.
Oh God.
Those golden eyes of his were making her feel like he had her in a starring role for a porn movie, and the entire thing just happened to be written exclusively for the sheikh's pleasure.
"I want to return the favor, Ember."
The velvety tone of his words nearly had her shuddering anew. And what did he mean by—-
"I want to make you cum."
Oh.
"But before I can do that...you'll need to beg me for it."
What did he just say?
"Say you want me to make you cum."
A strangled gasp escaped her upon realizing she had actually heard him right. "Never!"
"Why not? You know you want to."
Oh God, he was crooning again.
"Beg me for it."
"No!"
"Last chance, Ember."
(No, yes, no, yes, no)
His fingers combed through her hair before fisting a handful of auburn locks.
(No do it, no do it, no do it)
And in the end, pride did and didn't win as she heard herself snarl out—-
"Just make me cum, damn you!"
The sheikh laughed, and the sound was as annoyingly cocky as it was heart-thumpingly sexy. "Good enough," Ilyas crooned, and all Ember could do was gasp as he suddenly swung her up—-
Where was he taking her?
—-and dumped her on the console table next to the front door.
Oh God, this is really it, isn't it?
Butterflies in her stomach giddily fluttered its wings as the sheikh took hold of her hands and guided her fingers into curling around the exposed marbled edges of the table.
"Hold tight."
And then he was ripping her panties off with one yank.
"You brute!"
But this time, the sheikh only smirked. "You get a pass for that since I deserve it, but call me that again, and you'll earn yourself a spanking."
