Her Improper Desire, page 16
She opened her mouth to yell at him but ended up having the sheikh push his finger inside of her mouth.
"Start sucking," the demon prince growled.
Oh God!
She knew she should tell him to go to hell, but instead she found herself sucking his finger hesitantly and awkwardly at first...until she heard him groan, and the sound gave her enough confidence to try sucking his finger like it was his cock.
Ilyas groaned. "You fucking tease."
She had never been one, but if it was him, she would likely adore being a tease.
"Who the hell taught you these things?"
Ember wished she could tell him that his question should've begun with a 'what' instead of 'who'. Everything she knew about sex came from inanimate sources, but with his hand already sliding between their bodies, and his fingers now stroking the painfully throbbing folds of her sex—-
All she could do was moan and suck harder on his finger...just as she felt his other finger slide into her pussy in one deep stroke.
Aaaaah!
Since she had never tried fingering herself the way he was doing now, even the mere width of his finger already had the walls of her pussy stretching open, and another moan broke out of her as the sheikh slipped a second finger inside of her.
"S-Sheikh..."
She barely noticed the demon prince shudder upon hearing her call out to him. All of her attention was now helplessly captured by how his fingers were fucking her faster and faster and faster until—-
"Sheeeeeeikh, oh God..."
Ilyas couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of Ember's head falling back as waves of pleasure started pulsing through her violently trembling body. Why did everything about this girl seem so goddamn hot in his eyes?
Ember couldn't remember feeling so exhausted and satisfied as the last shudders of her orgasm faded, and the sheikh carefully withdrew his fingers from both of her holes.
Ilyas suddenly cupped her chin, and Ember's breath caught.
"I hope—-"
Was this the moment she had long been waiting for?
Had he finally realized that he was meant to love her all along?
"—-you've learned your lesson."
Did this mean—-wait, what?
But the sheikh was already walking away, and all Ember could do was stare after him in numb shock.
Was that really all he was going to say?
Chapter Three
"No more..."
She tried to escape, but the man she loved caught her without trouble and forced her to bend over the vanity.
"Please..."
Khadem met her gaze through the gilded mirror in front of them, and Prue's breath caught at the lust in the sheikh's eyes.
"One last time," her fiancé said hoarsely, and Prue didn't have a chance to say no, with the prince already pounding back into her from behind.
Oh God.
"Now tell me who you love," Khadem ordered.
"You," Prue sobbed out.
"And will you talk to Klaus if he says 'hi' to you?"
The question caught Prue off guard, and as she tried to think of what to say, Khadem's hand landed against her ass, and Prue cried out in shock.
"Wrong answer," the sheikh growled.
What?
"But I didn't even say any—-"
Khadem spanked her ass again, and Prue let out another cry.
"Khadem!"
But her pleas only fell on deaf ears, and a salacious rhythm soon emerged as every pounding thrust of his cock was immediately followed by the loud smack of his palm against her aching bottom.
Pound! Slap! Pound! Slap! Pound! Slap!
The whole thing sounded so vulgar.
So filthy.
But more than anything else, this whole thing was so...so obscene, since they also happened to be fucking in the lobby's powder room—-
"I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock," Khadem growled into her ear. "Are you thinking about how everyone outside can hear us fucking?"
Oh God.
How did he know—-
"I'm right, aren't I?" Khadem punctuated his words with a slap that was more forceful than the previous ones, and she could only whimper as the stinging flesh of her bottom actually sharpened her pleasure.
"Naughty, naughty angel..."
All she could do was whimper with Khadem pounding into her harder and harder.
"I love you, angel."
The words were all it took to send Prue's body spiraling into a climax, and as she helplessly moaned his name out, she heard Khadem groan hers at the same time-—
"Prue, God..."
Khadem thrust into his angel's pussy one last time, and her cries bounced against the wall as he filled her up with his seed.
BACK OUT IN THE LOBBY, Ember strove to keep her face straight as those walking past her threw scandalized looks at the powder room behind her. All in a day's work, Ember thought in amusement, when one was employed by a Huznan sheikh.
Ten more minutes passed before the youngest of the Huznan princes, Sheikh Khadem Al-Masri, finally stepped out. He was the only one among his brothers who had blue eyes instead of gold, and if the stories were to be believed, he had also been the deadliest during the bloody years of Huzna's civil war.
Stepping out behind the sheikh was his fiancée, a lovely and flustered eighteen-year-old girl whose angelic aura was a startling contrast with Khadem's air of danger.
The sheikh kept a possessive arm around Prue's waist as he introduced Ilyas' secretary. "Ember will speak to your dean on my behalf—-"
"Is that really necessary?" Prue asked uncertainly.
"You're now part of the royal family," Ember said gently. "There are safety protocols to be observed, and we need to make sure that your university abides by them."
A limousine was already on standby when they stepped out of the hotel, and Prue couldn't help thinking how inordinately sweet her fiancé was acting when he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.
But when his lips moved down to her ear, it was then he whispered, "I want you to promise you'll think of me fucking you the whole day."
Sigh. She should've known he was only putting on an act.
Khadem stepped back and smiled pleasantly at his fiancée. "Be a good girl and do as I say, yes?"
Prue was still blushing at Khadem's words even as she followed Ember into the backseat of the limousine. What Khadem had asked her to do was insane, but...she also knew this early on that she was going to do it, too.
In the meantime, however...
Prue turned to Sheikh Ilyas' secretary with a hesitant smile. "I'm sorry Khadem gave you additional work because of me. I hope this doesn't inconvenience you too much."
"You have nothing to worry about," Ember assured the younger girl. "I'm very glad to do this since—-" Ember flashed a grin. "I'm getting paid quite handsomely for it, too."
Prue couldn't help being charmed. "You're so..."
"Unexpected friendly," Ember guessed, "considering I'm working for a demon prince?"
Prue gasped.
"Or shall I say the demon prince?"
Prue did her best to stifle her laughter...but failed. "Oh my gosh. I can't believe you just said that about Sheikh Ilyas."
"You can just call him Ilyas, you know. He is going to be your brother-in-law."
"I find him terribly intimidating," Prue confessed. "More so even than the Crown Prince. Silly, right?"
Ember shook her head. "Not at all. The whole palace knows Sheikh Ilyas is just demonic, 24/7."
Prue choked back a giggle. "Aren't you scared of what he'd do if he finds out..."
"He knows exactly what I think of him." Ember had to stifle her own smile at the nearly-comical expression of incredulity on the younger girl's face.
"And you're still alive?"
"The thing is, all four of them surprisingly prefer honesty over flattery...most of the time."
"Oh." Prue mentally filed this bit of information for future reference. "Have you been working for the royal family for long?"
"About fourteen months?"
Prue couldn't help squirming a bit. "I've only known Khadem for days..."
Ember was starting to understand why Sheikh Khadem adored his fiancée so much. The younger girl was just so unbelievably adorable and nice.
"It's the same with Seven," Ember reminded Prue, "so don't worry about it. I think it's just a Huznan thing. They tend to be, um, exceptionally efficient in the romance department."
Prue couldn't help smiling. Khadem told her earlier that his older brother used to go through a dozen secretaries every month until Ember came along. Ember was the only one who had been able to meet Sheikh Ilyas' standards, and Prue was beginning to see why.
Ember had such a way with words that she was able to be candid about the royal family without being disrespectful. She was also very intuitive, with the way she was able to say the exact things Prue needed to hear to feel more comfortable around her future in-laws.
"I wish you were there at the party last night," Prue confessed. "I was just so nervous the whole time, especially when I had to deal with the guests alone."
Ember could've pinched Prue's cheeks for being too cute. "You're so sweet. No wonder Sheikh Khadem is so possessive about you."
Prue's cheeks turned pink. "Oh, um, he's not really..."
"The entire hotel heard Sheikh Khadem warning you earlier not to say hi to your ex," Ember said dryly.
Prue nearly choked. Oh my God. Since Ember's revelation had her wanting to die in embarrassment, Prue hurriedly changed the subject and asked why the other girl hadn't been able to attend last night's party.
"The Crown Prince asked if I could help with some last-minute paperwork for Seven's change of citizenship," Ember explained, "but it also turned out to be a blessing in disguise. Long story short, Sheikh Ilyas found a kitten on his way back to the office—-"
And then I got to give him a blow job, Ember thought.
Prue looked at Ember with wide eyes. "What about the kitten?"
"Um..." Ember hastily yanked her mind out of the gutter. "I helped him take care of it."
"I see." Prue tried to keep her thoughts from showing on her face. She and Seven had a chat with the royal fortune teller last night, and hadn't Johanna specifically mentioned about a kitten changing the course of Sheikh Ilyas' life?
"The little thing was so scared—-"
"It sank its claws on the sheikh?"
Ember was stunned. "How did you know that?"
Prue smiled weakly. "Lucky guess." She did her best to listen to the rest of Ember's words, but all she could think about was what role Ember played in Sheikh Ilyas' future. Was Johanna really just talking about a literal kitten or was it a figure of speech, and it was Ember the old woman had seen in her visions?
Ember noticed Prue looking at her oddly. "Is something wrong?"
Prue shook her head. "I was just wondering..."
"About?"
"Have you ever found Sheikh Ilyas attractive?"
Ember nearly choked. "Excuse me?"
"I'm just...curious," Prue said lamely.
A series of images flashed in Ember's mind.
The sheikh's cock entering her mouth.
His finger entering her pussy.
And then the sheikh walking away, without ever looking back.
Prue held her breath. "Have you then?"
Ember forced herself to make a face just as she uttered the world's biggest lie. "Never."
Chapter Four
Ember let out a gasp and hurriedly crossed her arms over her bare tits when she realized what Ilyas was staring at. "Sheikh!"
"Why did you never tell me you have such a fucking hot body?" Ilyas growled.
Ember tried to back away, but Ilyas had already reached her in moments, and he forced her arms down.
"Let me go!"
Ilyas couldn't stop staring at the engorged buds of Ember's breasts. "Your nipples..."
"Stop it!"
"They're crying out for my attention," Ilyas rasped out.
Ember struggled to pull away. "S-Stop talking nonsense—-"
"Don't play dumb," Ilyas snarled. "You know exactly what I'm talking about."
Ember shook her head wildly. "You're scaring me—-"
"No, little chick," he purred. "What you're scared of is how I'm making you feel. You're scared of how I'm turning you on—-"
She tried to break free of him, and this time Ilyas pretended to loosen his hold, just to fool his captive into thinking she was free...so he could destroy her hopes anew as he spun her back to him with one forceful yank.
"You brute!" Ember crashed into his chest, and the sheikh wasted no time in possessing her mouth with a kiss.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
Ilyas couldn't believe how sweet and hot his secretary fucking tasted, and the way she was beating his chest while whimpering at his kiss only made him want her even more. He thrust his tongue inside her mouth, and he did so again and again and again until he heard her gasp.
He lifted his head reluctantly, and Ember took in huge gulps of air even as she shot him a look of vile hatred. "You—-"
Ilyas cut her off mid-speech by gently plucking one nipple.
"Stop it!"
She tried shoving him away, but it only made him retaliate by yanking his bowtie off his neck and using it to tie her wrists behind her back.
"Let me go!"
"Stop acting like you hate this—-"
"I do! I do hate it!"
But the sheikh easily proved her wrong, with the way her body arched up the moment he started rubbing her nipple between his fingers.
"Stop it!"
Ilyas' touch turned rough, but this only made her lovely pink bud tighten in arousal. "Your body says you're lying," the sheikh crooned.
"Fuck you—-"
"Soon," Ilyas whispered. "I'm going to fuck you. It's a promise."
"Shut up!"
"But for now..."
Ilyas used his free hand to force her legs open...and just as her pussy was about to be bared to his sight—-
Meow.
Was that a fucking kitten?
"The kitty," Ember gasped.
Ilyas glanced over his shoulder...and that was when he woke up.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!
Ilyas stared down at his naked body in frustration. His head hurt like shit, his balls ached like hell, and his throbbing cock felt like it had been fucking hard for hours.
He had never had a wet dream in his entire fucking life, so why the hell did the first one have to be of his nerdy and troublesome secretary?
His head started to pound as he got out of bed, and Ilyas cursed under his breath.
This was precisely why he was always so careful about not drinking past his limit. His hangovers were always the fucking worst, and it often messed up with his memories...like now.
A frown creased his forehead as he skimmed his surroundings with an impatient gaze. Apparently, he had gone straight here in the office from the party...and crashed in the spare bedroom across Ember's. While he couldn't remember why he had come here in the first place, but, a fleeting memory of a kitten clawing his hand flashed in his mind, and Ilyas swiftly reached for his pants.
C'mon kitten, show yourself.
He nearly turned the whole place upside down looking for the furry little thing, but it was as if he had only imagined it.
And maybe he had?
If the kitten was only a dream, Ilyas reasoned broodingly to himself, then everything else had to be a dream as well.
Ilyas headed back to the hotel feeling strangely restless while doing his best to ignore the pounding in his head. A hot shower did little to ease his hangover, and Ilyas was forced to order room service for lunch.
Another hour passed, and Ilyas started to seethe.
Where the fuck was his secretary?
Ember had just stepped out of the dean's office when her phone started to vibrate inside of her pocket.
Ilyas.
She answered the call but failed to get a single word out with the sheikh already roaring into her ear.
"Where the hell are you?"
Ember had to give her head a little shake to get rid of the ringing between her ears. "I'm with Prue. Sheikh Khadem asked me—-"
"Why the hell do you keep doing things that aren't part of your fucking job description?"
Ember stared at her phone with mixed feelings. Was this really what he wanted to talk about?
"Or has something changed," Ilyas snarled, "and I'm the only one who doesn't know you've suddenly gotten yourself on the entire royal family's payroll?"
Ember took a deep breath and decided to just play along for now. It wasn't the sheikh's style to pretend something like last night didn't happen. He must've had a good reason for doing so, and she was determined to find out once they were talking face to face.
In the meantime—-
"Good afternoon to you, too, Your Highness."
No, dammit, Ilyas wanted to snarl back. How could this afternoon be good when he had dreamed about playing with his secretary's nipples?
"Just find me as soon as you get back," Ilyas said tersely before hanging up. He really hadn't any work for Ember to do. All he knew was that he had this fucking need to see her, and as to what could happen after that, only time would be able to fucking tell.
Ember tried to make sense of the sheikh's actions on the ride back to the hotel. It really wasn't like Ilyas to sweep things under the rug like this. Could he have forgotten everything about last night because he had been drunk the entire time? Or was he only pretending not to remember anything because now that he wasn't drunk, Ilyas had realized he didn't really want to have anything to do with her?
Khadem was already waiting outside when they made it back to the hotel, and impatient as the sheikh was, he didn't even bother to wait for the chauffeur to open the door.
Prue could only gasp as her fiancé pulled her close for a kiss the moment she was out of the limousine, and by the time Khadem lifted his head, Prue could barely remember her name.
"I missed you," Khadem said gruffly.
Prue's toes curled hard. "I miss you, too," she whispered back, and the sheikh groaned.
