Her Improper Desire, page 3
I use my foot to nudge the first door open, but it's empty, and the second one is, too. But before I'm able to check the third cubicle, the door has already opened on its own—-
Shiiiiiiit!
The sheikh manages to haul me inside even as I'm struggling to get away, and my heart leaps to my throat when I hear him lock the door.
"What do you think you're doing?" I hiss under my breath.
"I should be the one to ask you that," the sheikh growls back. "Don't you remember who you belong to?"
Wetness instantly pools between my legs at the words, but I force myself to ignore it. "I don't belong to anyone, but you do. You're already engaged—-"
"Exactly."
The smoothness of his tone makes me want to cry...and kick him in the balls at the same time.
How can he say I belong to him while telling me in the same breath that I'm not wrong about his engagement?
Does he really think it won't matter to me?
Does he think he can make me want him so much I won't mind sharing?
I've had enough, dammit.
I try pushing the sheikh away, but his rock-hard body doesn't even budge an inch.
"Get out of my way—-"
"Not until you promise me to end things with him."
Oh, the gall of him to ask that!
I glare up at him, snarling, "It's none of your business who I go out with—-"
"Then you leave me no choice."
It's the only warning I get before the sheikh makes his move, and shit, shit, shit, he's just too fast!
He's got me trapped between his lethally hard body and the door again, and I just want to die because the feel of this is so, so familiar, and it's making me so, so much wetter.
His breath caresses my ear, and I buckle against him.
"I can smell how much you want me," the sheikh rasps out. "You can deny it all you want, but we both know I turn you on. Don't I, my beauty?"
Since anything I say will only be a lie, I just try harder to shove him off me, but this only makes the sheikh press his body harder against mine, and God, oh God—-
I feel it again.
His fully engorged cock throbbing powerfully against my ass, and each and every lewd pulse is making me feel more and more delirious.
"Here are your choices this time, my Seven."
Dear God, here we go again.
"End it with that boy, and I'll let you go...or disobey me and face the consequences."
"You don't own me—-"
The sheikh suddenly grabs my jaw and forcibly turns my face to his.
"Last chance," he growls.
"Go to he—-" I don't get to finish what I have to say, with the sheikh already conquering my mouth in a brutally hard kiss.
God, no!
I wish I could say his kiss is unpleasant and disgusting, but my body is already starting to betray me even as I do my best to free myself. His lips are soft and passionate, his kiss forceful and demanding. And when he finally manages to pry my lips open, all I can do is moan—-
Aaaaaah!
Because his tongue is finally inside my mouth, and the feeling of it is like no other.
Oh God.
I can feel myself weakening more and more with every thrust of his tongue inside of my mouth, and tears start burning behind my lids. I want to fight him off. I need to fight him off. But instead of doing any of those things, I find myself slowly losing my willpower to fight—-
"Kiss me back," the sheikh growls out in command, and instead of frightening me away, the harshness of his tone is what makes my toes curl hard.
This is insane, Seven!
And I know it is.
I know it's crazy for me to succumb to the sheikh's touch, but the moment he starts ordering me around like this, it's as if a secret side of me takes over, and the next thing I know I'm already turning around to wrap my arms around his neck...and acting like there's nothing better in this world than to submit to his bidding.
You've officially lost your mind!
The voice of reason inside my head is wailing like crazy, but with the loud thumping of my heart filling my eardrums, I lose sight of all things rational, and I find myself slowly start kissing the sheikh back, just like he ordered.
This, as with all the other things he's made me experience, is my first kiss, and since I have no idea if what I'm doing is right, I just end up trusting my instincts as I awkwardly touch his tongue with mine.
A part of me is worried I'd fail to satisfy him, but then I hear the sheikh release a guttural groan, and the sound makes my body tingle with a feminine thrill.
"More," the sheikh rasps out, and drunk as I was with the knowledge that I can affect him, I find myself moving my tongue more eagerly against his, and oh, oh, oh—-
The sheikh suddenly starts sucking hungrily on my tongue, and it's like being eaten in the most wanton way possible. I want it to go on and on, but when the sheikh urges me to do the same, I realize it can get even better.
And it really is so much better, with the sheikh growling against my lips the moment I return the favor, and I start sucking on his tongue.
"That skank!"
I jerk in shock against the sheikh, wondering if we've been discovered—-
"Relax, girl."
But now I realize it's only that we have company, and I wrench my mouth off his at the sound of the other girl's voice.
"We got ya."
Oh God.
There's three of them?
I look at the sheikh in horror, and that's when I see his golden eyes gleam oh-so-wickedly.
Shit, shit, shit!
His hand is already inside my skirt before I can move, and his fingers have already found my swollen clit before I can tell him to stop.
Aaaaaah!
I fall back against the door with a thud, and the sound causes the two girls outside to stop mid-chat.
"Hello?" It's one of the girls, and she sounds...incredulous.
Just as I open my mouth to answer, the sheikh starts rubbing my clit, and my entire body shudders.
Oh God.
"Is anyone there?"
Someone knocks on my door right after, and I realize things can go embarrassingly downhill fast if I don't answer them.
"Hellooooo—-"
"S-Sorry," I manage to choke out even as the sheikh continues to torment my clit. "Dropped my pho...ooooone." The last one turns into a moan, with the sheikh now rubbing my clit faster and harder.
I'm completely sure none of the girls is buying it, but how can I make myself care when the sheikh has already taken my mouth for another kiss? With every thrust of his tongue past my lips, his finges on my clit are also moving in furious tandem, and it's all I can do not to whimper.
"Don't forget to use a condom!"
One of the girls yells it out, and as she and her friends giggle, I can only moan against the sheikh's lips while I feel his broad shoulders rock in laughter.
"Don't worry," the sheikh whispers. "We won't need one just yet."
"We won't need anything because you're going to stop this—-" I grab his wrist in an attempt to pull his hand out of my skirt, but this only makes the sheikh laugh softly.
"Do you want me to end this now?"
"Yes!"
"As you wish, my Seven."
His thumb presses down hard on my clit, and I realize too late what he means by ending it.
God!
The sheikh bends down to bite my ear, and it's more than enough to nudge me over a sensual cliff of pleasure. I cry out as I cum, and I can feel him watching me even as his fingers continue to stimulate my clit.
I'm still in a daze when he pulls away, and as I lean weakly against the door, I see the sheikh crouch down on one knee—-
RIP!
It's already over before I even realize what's happening, and just like that the sheikh has another set of my panties to add to his collection.
I look up at him, heart beating hard, and body still shaking with need. "Perv!"
But the sheikh only smiles, and his touch is gentle as he tucks a loose lock of my hair behind my ear. "Only for you, Seven." And then his smile vanishes, and his tone becomes curt. "Now, go back to the boy and tell him it's over."
Chapter Four
Hal looks even more worried when I get back to our table. "I was ready to call the police." He says the words in a light tone, but I'm pretty sure it's half meant, and it just makes me feel even guiltier.
Even if the sheikh hasn't ordered me to end things with Hal, I still would've done so, and I also know that the sooner I do it, the better. A sweet guy like Hal doesn't deserve a two-timing (of sorts) bitch like me, but—-
"You look troubled," he says quietly. "If going Dutch means that much to you, then you can pay for my dinner, too."
A laugh escapes me even as my heart feels like it's about to explode with guilt.
Dear God.
How do I break things off with Hal when he's too nice for words?
"But seriously." Hal touches my hand. "Is something wrong?"
How do I even begin to answer that? I shouldn't be out having dinner with him in the first place, but even worse is how the sheikh's made me cum just minutes ago...and the fact that I'm now back in the table with Hal...but without my panties!
Those are just a few of the things that are absolutely wrong with my life, but since they're all unspeakably bad—-
I clear my throat and smile tentatively at Hal. "The thing is—-" My words trail off when Hal starts shaking his head.
"You regret saying yes, don't you?"
I start to nod then change my mind and shake my head. "Yes, I mean, no—-"
Hal's expression turns wry. "Which is it?"
"You're just so sweet—-"
"Not exactly faint praise," he remarks with a wince, "but they're still pretty damning."
Argh!
SOBs and bitches, I have no problems dealing with, but the moment I'm faced with the prospect of breaking a nice person's heart, I'm just suddenly as useful as a headless chicken.
I look at Hal helplessly. "I'm so sorry—-"
"Does this mean I'm back in the friend zone?"
"But...you never left?"
Hal whitens, and I want to kill myself. "I'm so sorry—-" It's then I see him grin, and I realize I've been had. "Hal, you jerk!"
"Uh no, Seven. That would be you."
I laugh yet again, but I feel like crying just a little, too.
Hal is perfect.
He really is.
So why can't I just like him instead—-
"Whoa." Hal is gaping at something behind me, and I automatically turn around...and end up gaping myself.
Whoa indeed...since Sheikh Saif Al-Masri has just walked into the restaurant, and of course he immediately gets everyone talking even though none of them is aware that he's the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Huzna.
He's just that level of gorgeous, and I find myself gritting my teeth at the way some of the women are openly ogling him. I hate that I feel this way, but I can't seem to help it.
Hal touches my arm, and guilt slaps me back into my senses.
Shit!
I'm in a date with Hal, and I really need to start acting like it.
Got that, Seven?
I quickly turn around to face Hal, and in doing so I miss the way Sheikh Saif's jaw clenches at the sight of another man laying his hand on me.
"That's him, isn't it?" Hal is visibly amazed as he shakes his head.
"Who's him?" I quip.
"Not buying it," Hal says with a grin. "You always do your research about the VIPs."
That's actually true, and I used to think I was really good at it, too. But now I know otherwise, having been blindsided by Sheikh Saif's blackmailing ways.
My phone suddenly starts dancing on top of the table, and I know right away it has to be him. It can't be anyone else, especially with the way the hairs at the back of my neck have suddenly stood up.
"I know I gotta be imagining this," Hal confides in a low voice, "but it seems like Sheikh Saif's glaring at our direction."
"You're definitely imagining it," I say firmly, never mind if I can feel the sheikh's eyes presently digging at my back like he wishes he can use his gaze to bury me six feet under.
Our waiter returns to serve us our steaks, and I use the chance to take a peek at my phone.
I'm disappointed. Didn't I tell you to get rid of him?
I'm halfway done to typing 'go to hell' when my phone vibrates in my hand with a series of incoming texts.
But since you haven't...
There's a smirking emoji at the end of his text, and I know right away what it means. The royal SOB is about to blackmail me again, and his next message proves me right.
This is the boy's number, is it not?
Shit, shit, shit.
Shall I text him...or shall we play a little game instead?
"Seven?"
Hal's concerned tone is another slap in the face. I actually forgot all about him. Again!
Guilt eats me alive as I look back at him. "I'm sorry, Hal. I know this is going to make me sound like the biggest bitch in the world, and I know you'll have every reason to hate me for this—-"
Hal raises his hand, and I quickly shut up, since said hand also happens to be holding a steak knife. Is it just me...or is this day suddenly populated by men wielding all sorts of murder weapons in my face?
"Can we just think about tonight as two friends having dinner?"
"Um..."
"I get what you're saying, believe me. But I'd rather not hear it, too. Just know that I get it."
Aaaaargh.
Hal is just so perfect, dammit. Why won't my heart skip a beat for him instead of His Royal Assness?
Hal offers his hand. "Deal?"
I force myself to smile back as I shake his hand. "Deal."
Just as Hal asks if I want wine to go with our steaks, my phone vibrates with another message.
Choose now, Seven. I don't like being kept waiting.
I put my phone back in my purse and shake my head at Hal. "Water's fine. I'm not much of a drinker."
"Totally fine," Hal readily assures me, "since I'm no heavy drinker myself—-" Hal stops speaking when his phone starts to ring, and my eyes widen when I see an unlisted number flash in his screen.
Shit, shit, shit.
That can only be Sheikh Saif. Can't it?
Hal frowns. "I wonder if it's from work."
Panic makes me move in lightning speed, and Hal is left blinking at me in surprise when I swipe his phone out of his hand just to the call.
"It's a virus," I explain lamely as I hand his phone back to him. "I had a call just like it before."
Hal shakes his head. "Seriously? I know about viruses in text messages and emails, but phone calls?"
"Yeah, well, um, you know the Internet." I change the subject right after, asking brightly, "So, shall we dig in...friend?"
Hal grins. "Yes, we shall...friend."
I take a forkful of salad first...just so I can use my other hand to hide my phone under the table while testing. Don't call him! You win, okay?
Shall we start playing our little game then?
I have no idea what stupid game the sheikh has in mind—-
Let's start with a game of musical chairs. I want you to switch places with the boy.
But I'm certain it's going to be sick and twisted—-
I want to see the look on your face while you slowly open your legs in my direction and feel the air play with your sweet, virginal flesh.
And I'm right.
"Seven?" Hal looks at me, and I realize I still have my fork hanging mid-air. "Are you alright?"
"I'm alright, I just..." I just...I just can't think of an excuse so I simply blurt it out. "I just realized I'd like us to switch places?"
"Uh." Hal looks bemused, and I can't blame him. "Alright."
We switch places and swap plates, and as soon as I'm facing the sheikh's direction, his next message comes in.
Are you starting to get wet?
My gaze flies to his, and the moment I see the sheikh's lips start to curve, that's when I feel it.
Shit.
I am wet, and it's all because of him, dammit.
I think you are.
Hal starts talking about work, and I struggle to answer coherently even as I keep getting wetter and wetter. But the moment I try to close my legs—-
Keep your legs open. I'm still not done enjoying the view.
And just like that, what's supposed to be a relaxing dinner with a friend becomes the longest night in hell. I do my best to enjoy my time with Hal, but with the sheikh's golden gaze devouring me from the next table, all I can think about is how I keep getting wetter and wetter between my legs.
Guilt and desire wars inside of me, and I'm torn between moaning and begging for Hal's forgiveness. Everything about this is so wickedly wrong, and I'm close to crying in relief when Hal finally pays for our check.
Oh, thank God!
In the corner of my eye, I see the sheikh calmly sipping his tea as Hal and I rise from our chairs.
"Can I take you home...as a friend?"
"I'll have to say no...as a friend."
Hal clutches his heart like I've stabbed him, and I can't help but laugh.
"If that's the case, Seven, then I guess I'll just have to say sorry—-"
"For what?"
He answers me in the next moment, with Hal's lips brushing over mine in a lightning-quick kiss.
Shit.
Hal pulls back with a grin. "For that."
Shit, shit, shit.
I can only smile weakly, and I don't dare look back even as I feel the sheikh's gaze start burning holes through my back.
Just keep walking, Seven.
My Uber comes to pick me up, and my phone buzzes as soon as I slide into the backseat.
I guess you like to be punished.
Shit, shit, shit.
The rest of the ride home is a blur, with my feelings seesawing between fear and excitement. I know it's stupid, but I think the sheikh is right.
I do like to be punished, except...
Chapter Five
