Her Improper Desire, page 18
"You're right."
Did the sheikh just say SHE was right?
Ilyas' lips twisted in a smile at the suspicious look his secretary threw at him. "I should've been the first one to say something about it—-"
"Then why didn't you?" she questioned stiffly.
"Because I didn't remember a fucking thing—-"
Ember's eyes widened.
"—-until I was listening to you talk while I was in the shower. You sounded breathless, and it sounded...familiar."
She remembered that moment, and she realized that was why he had suddenly cursed in the middle of his shower.
However—-
Ember tossed her hair over her shoulder. "You remembered wrong."
"Have I?"
"I was never breathless."
"Is that so?"
"Yes!"
"You were never breathless...just like being with me now isn't turning you on?"
Ember saw the sheikh staring pointedly at her nipples, which were unfortunately pointing back at him.
Eep!
Ilyas smirked at the way his secretary quickly crossed her arms over her chest. But just as he was about to tell her she had nothing to hide—-
"I'm going out to make some coffee."
What the hell?
Ember had already hurried off before he could say a word, and when he joined her in the living room, it was to see that she was already hard at work by the espresso machine. The damn woman really did believe coffee solved everything, and it was both fucking maddening and cute at the same time.
Ember could feel the demon prince staring at her as she fought to keep her hand steady while pouring milk into her glass, and the intensity of his gaze was making her feel like she was acting in his personal porn movie again.
What are you going to do now, Ember Hallman?
Ilyas gritted his teeth as his secretary bent down and lowered the tray of drinks on the table.
Where the hell were those amazing tits of hers?
Was she still hiding them in fear they'd have him pouncing on her the moment they jiggled under her oversize clothes?
Was this her way of telling him she wanted to forget last night ever happened?
Damn her.
Just seeing the cool look on his secretary's face was pissing him off. He wanted to destroy her composure, devour her until she was a fucking mess. He wanted Ember to want him the way she had wanted him last night, and it was this thought that had him going on the offensive as soon as she offered him a glass of iced coffee.
"Why the cold drink all of a sudden?" Ilyas growled. "You've always said you hated them."
Ember frowned at the sheikh's combative tone. "Are you trying to pick a fight with me?"
"Don't change the subject."
"I wasn't—-"
"Is it because you don't want me to know the truth?"
"What truth are you talking about?" Ember blurted out. "I just made you iced coffee—-"
"Exactly."
Huh?
"You think I don't know why you made me iced coffee?"
Oh my God, where was this conversation even leading?
"Your body needs cooling down around me, doesn't it?"
Understanding dawned, and Ember struggled to keep her face straight. So that was where all of this crazy talk was leading.
Ilyas wanted to slam his head against the wall. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. The past sixty seconds had just replayed itself in his mind, and even he knew he had sounded like a fucking lunatic. Had he actually used iced coffee as some fucking piece of evidence that Ember wanted him?
"Oh no."
The note of distress in her tone had Ilyas glaring at his secretary. Damn her. It obviously hadn't escaped her notice that he had just made a fool of himself, and since Ember had never been the type to take the higher fucking road—-
"How could you have figured it out?" Ember dramatically placed a hand over her forehead. "I'm burning so, so hot right now, and it's all because of you."
"Drop it, damn you."
"But I'm being serious," Ember cried out. "It feels like I'm about to spontaneously combust—-" She sent him a look of entreaty, but it only made Ilyas want to throttle her because he knew she was just making fun of him. "What do I do, Your Highness?"
His secretary started fanning herself, and Ilyas' teeth gnashed. "Goddammit, Ember."
"Oh God, I feel like I'm in Hell..." Inspiration struck when she caught sight of her neglected glass of iced coffee. "I feel like I'm about to melt any second, I need to..."
Ember could feel the sheikh's gaze boring through hers as she slurped her drink, and it was all she could do not to laugh.
Ilyas watched moodily as his secretary took huge gulps of her iced coffee like it was a bowl of ramen.
Damn her.
None of the women he had dated in the past would have dared tease him like this. All of them had treated him with respect, and all of them had been the epitome of elegance.
Ember was their exact opposite, but even with her currently showing zero finesse and doing everything to get herself royally strangled—-
Why the hell did his secretary still look so goddamn irresistible in his eyes?
She had always been fucking different, and he used to think that was a good thing. Back home in their kingdom, his people had this belief that redheads possessed fire in their veins, and Ilyas remembered thinking he would need someone like that to work for him. And true enough, when Ember had overcome her nervousness, she turned out to be the only one who could stand up to him, and that was when he had also started thinking of her as his fearless little chick.
Ember was the only one who knew when to soothe his temper and when to challenge him. She was also the only one who could squawk for hours as she nagged him, and she often did so for as long as it took to wear him down and have Ilyas concede defeat, just to shut her up.
Those were the reasons why he had always thought she was special, but what he had never paused to think if it was the same for her.
Was he special to her, too?
The question had Ilyas glaring at his secretary. He damn well better be special to her, too, dammit. Or he was going to fuck her until he was so.
Chapter Seven
Ember nearly gulped when she sensed the sheikh's mood worsen all of a sudden.
Uh oh.
Maybe she had pushed him too far, and it was time to change tactics?
Okay, let's see...
If coffee failed to be a distraction, then she could try talking about his first love.
Ilyas frowned when his secretary suddenly reached for her iPad.
"I just remembered..."
Ilyas nearly snorted. Bullshit. One of the reasons why Ember excelled as his secretary was because of her perfect memory, which allowed him to dictate to her as much as he wanted but without having to waste time repeating himself.
So this shit about her just remembering something?
It was nothing but a way for her to distract or escape—-
"I still haven't told you who's taking over the last slot."
Shit.
Even though Ilyas knew this was all a ploy, shop talk was still his weakness, and damn her for successfully distracting him.
"Who is it then?" Ilyas asked grudgingly.
Ember handed him the iPad with a smile. "Dr. Adam Al-Masri—-"
Ilyas tossed the iPad on the couch. "No."
Ember's smile vanished. "What do you mean 'no'?"
"What else could it fucking mean but no?"
Ember sputtered in shock. "But he's your cousin!" How could the sheikh not want his own kin to be part of the program, and especially when one's kin was as perfect as Adam?
Ilyas' jaw hardened. "You're not going to change my mind about this." And he meant it.
Adam might be his cousin, but that was also why he didn't fucking want the other man around his secretary. He knew Adam all too well, and the man was too damn French, too damn smooth, and too damn pretty for his own good.
"But I worked so hard to convince him—-"
Ember nearly jumped in surprise when the sheikh snarled out a Huznan curse. Why was he so mad?
Ilyas fought against the urge to haul her down and have his secretary over his knees while he spanked some sense into her.
Damn her!
She had worked hard to convince Adam, had she?
How fucking hard was that?
Or should he ask what kind of hard his secretary was talking about?
Ember couldn't understand why the sheikh was suddenly seething. "Adam—-"
"Stop saying his fucking name," Ilyas snapped.
"But—-"
"I already gave you my answer," the sheikh bit out. "So don't fucking push me or I swear to God—-"
Ember could've moaned upon hearing those words.
He was doing it again.
He was threatening her.
And even though she knew a good secretary would've simply bowed to her boss's wishes—-
"And what if I do push it?"
"Are you fucking serious?" She was really going to fight him, risk her fucking job and for what? For a man who had every damn nurse wanting to be the fucking Eve to his Adam?
Ember's heart was racing, and she could feel her breasts swelling and heaving under her blouse. "What if I am? I didn't do anything wrong. On the contrary, I think I did spectacularly when I managed to convince—-"
"I'm warning you," Ilyas hissed. "Say his fucking name just once more—-"
"Or what?" Ember flung back. "You're going to act a brute again—-"
Oh God!
Just like last night, the sheikh caught her by surprise with how fast he moved, and the next thing she knew, he already had her flat on her back on the couch, and he was pushing her legs open so he could fit himself in between.
"No!"
Blood rushed up to her head as she tried to shove him off, but Ilyas was just too hard and heavy, and all she could do was cry out as she heard something so wonderfully and terrifyingly familiar—-
Aaaaah.
The sheikh had torn her underwear off her body for the second time, and Ember moaned as she felt him staring hungrily at her bare sex.
"Fuck." Ilyas could feel his control slipping as he dazedly took in the sight of his secretary's quivering mound, which was now all pink and moist with need.
"Stop staring—-"
"You're so fucking wet, damn you."
Another moan escaped her, and Ember could only shudder in excitement and fear as the sheikh pushed her legs to open wider.
"Stop this—-"
"Stop what?"
Oh God, he was being so unfair!
"Stop turning you on?"
The sheikh was using that crooning tone of his, and the sound was making her juices flow like lust was about to flood out of her body.
"I'm n-not—-"
"Stop lying. Or maybe...that's what's turning you on? Do you actually like being forced against your will?"
A furious cry spilled past her lips even as her body writhed at his words. "That's n-not true—-"
"But I think it is," Ilyas countered thickly. "Because the real fucking truth here is that my secretary is a masochist—-"
"Shut up!"
"And nothing makes her hornier than having her—-what was that you called me? Bosshole, wasn't it?"
"Because you are one!" She tried kicking him off, but this only had the sheikh releasing a low, taunting laugh that made Ember livid and libidinous all at the same time.
"That's your ultimate fantasy, isn't it? Having a bosshole like me fuck you hard—-"
With every word of his making her entire body ache, Ember could only think of one last thing to say. "BRUTE!"
And that was all it took.
Just one word, and the sheikh was thrusting all the way down to her womb, and with so, so much force that he had her seeing stars the moment she felt his massive cock tear past her hymen.
"Fuck."
Ilyas stared down at his secretary in disbelief.
"You're a virgin, damn you. How the fuck are you a virgin?"
"The usual way," Ember managed to gasp out even as the sheer size of him was still making her all dizzy and breathless. "I was born with a hymen—-"
"Fuck."
He almost had her believing he was furious—-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Except this time he was groaning each word out, and the pleasure in his voice was making her flesh tingle.
"You should've told me, damn you. I would have been more gentle—-"
"Yeah right." Ember might be in love with him, but she was no idiot.
Ilyas glared at her. "I would have, damn you."
"Really?"
His lips tightened. "Fine then. If I had known you were a virgin, I would have at least tried—-"
"Now that's more believa—-Sheikh!"
He had started moving without warning, and she was seeing stars again.
"Talking to you is a waste of time," the sheikh growled.
"You—-"
But the sheikh cut her off yet again. "Does it hurt?"
"Yes!"
"Good."
"Brute!"
But this time, the sheikh only smirked down at her. "I get it now."
Get what?
"That's your way of saying you want me to fuck you, isn't it?"
She had no way of answering, since the sheikh had suddenly reached for her breasts, and it felt amazing.
"You have the most incredibly beautiful tits," the sheikh groaned. "Just so fucking beautiful—-"
"S-Shut up!"
"And big, goddammit. Your tits are so fucking big—-"
"I said shut up!" Ember knew she was starting to sound like a broken record, but it was just so hard to think, with the way the sheikh continued to fuck her pussy with steady strokes...while at the same time fondling her swollen globes of flesh.
"They're like fucking melons topped with strawberries—-"
"SHUT UP!" But Ember herself knew she no longer sounded convincing, with the way he had her moaning while arching her body as if she couldn't get enough of his touch.
"They're so damn perfect, it's a fucking crime that you had to hide them all this time." Ilyas broodingly traced the welted marks on her flesh, evidence that she had used tight bindings to make her chest appear flat.
Ember could only cry out when the sheikh suddenly squeezed her breasts hard.
"Promise me you'll never do this again."
"You have no right—-"
"The next time you go to work," Ilyas threatened, "and I fucking see that your breasts aren't bouncing as they should under your blouse, I'm going to rip your bindings off myself, and I won't give a fuck if there's anyone else to see it."
Ilyas pinched her nipples, and Ember cried out even as she tried shoving him away.
"Do I have your promise?"
He pinched her nipples again, and Ember choked out, "Yes, damn you—-aaaaah!"
The sheikh had suddenly pulled himself up on his knees and held her legs wide open as he started pounding into her with deep, rough thrusts.
Oh God.
His head bent down, and Ember screamed 'no' as he started suckling on her nipple just as roughly.
She tried shoving him away even as her hips were surging up to meet his every thrust, and she cursed him again and again even as her inner muscles squeezed around his cock.
Ilyas only laughed when Ember gripped his hair and forcibly pulled his head away from her nipple.
"I hate you!"
The sheikh retaliated by reaching between their bodies to pinch her clit, and Ember screamed.
"If this is how you hate someone," Ilyas taunted, "then keep hating me, little chick—-"
With the sheikh still ramming his cock into her over and over while his thumb was just as relentless in torturing her clit, Ember could only gasp out in return-—
"Stop...calling...me...that!"
"Do you know why I think of you as my little chick?"
"I...don't...fucking...care!"
"Because you fucking squawk like one—-"
Ember tried to slap his face, but the sheikh only captured both of her wrists and pinned them over her head before shoving his cock deeper than ever—-
"Damn you!"
It was the last thing she managed to cry out just before orgasm consumed her from within, and as shudder after shudder pounded through her body, she soon heard Ilyas groan—-
"Fuuuuuck!"
And then he, too, was cumming, and oh God, the hot, thick rush of his seed filling her to the brim was more than she could bear, and Ember's eyes rolled to the back of her head as a second orgasm swept her away.
So good. So good. So, so good.
It was all she was capable of thinking, but before she could even catch her breath, she already felt the sheikh pulling out, and when Ember opened her eyes, it was to see that the sheikh's cock was still oh so impossibly hard.
Golden eyes gleamed down at her, and tingles of lust and terror skittered down her spine. "W-Wait—-"
But the sheikh was already pushing his cock into her mouth, and all she could do was moan and suck and pleasure him as he wanted.
Oh God.
Ilyas knew he should be gentler. More tender. More careful. But the moment he gazed down at his little chick, and he saw her gray eyes glaring at him through her dorky pair of glasses—-
FUUUUUUCK.
There was just something about her that made him want to fucking punish her, and that was what he ended up doing the whole fucking night.
He fucked her like she was his personal slut, and even though she cursed him again and again, the way her pussy never stopped dripping wet told him that he had been right all along.
Being fucked against her will was her ultimate fantasy, and so if that was what his little chick wanted, it would be his pleasure to play the fucking bosshole for her every goddamn night.
Time lost all meaning for Ember as the sheikh fucked her again and again, and every time he did she would try to fight him off...while at the same time fighting the equally strong urge to tell Ilyas she loved him.
And she did.
She truly did love him...and that was why Ember also knew it was too soon to say the words.
Someday I'll tell him, Ember promised herself. Someday.
It was her last thought before finally passing out in sheer exhaustion, but if Ember had managed to keep her eyes open just a second longer, she would've seen the sheikh's face whiten and realize for herself that someday had already come.
