Her Improper Desire, page 5
"What the hell are you doing?"
I smile up at him just as I start stroking his erection over his pants, and the sheikh's resulting groan is sweet, sweet music.
"What do you think, Your Highness?"
"I wouldn't have asked you if I know." A sharp retort, but made less effective by the hoarseness of his voice.
"Well, duh." I look at him chidingly as I give his cock a teasing little squeeze, and the sheikh glares at me even though he also look like he's dying to tear my clothes off.
"You said you haven't yes to marrying me yet," I say huskily, "so I'm going to give you proof that I'm the bride you need and no one else."
Sheikh Saif stiffens. "Seven—-"
The warning tone just makes me all the more determined to destroy his control, and I slowly lift the heavy skirt of my gown...so I can keep it from getting dirty as I kneel on the ground.
"Goddammit, fuck, shit, fuck, hell no—-shit."
Sheikh Saif ends up groaning the last word the moment my hands successfully unbuckle his belt, and I have to bite my lip hard to stifle my laughter at how the sheikh's completely lost his internal battle for self-control.
"Someone might see us, dammit."
I pay the warning no heed. He might sound like he doesn't want this, but the way he's already stroking my hair with slightly trembling fingers says otherwise.
And when I finally pull his cock out of his pants—-
Oh my.
It's my first time to see his cock (or any actual cock in real life, if I'm being honest), and while I do know that the laws of the universe mean this much, um, cock is still guaranteed to fit all the holes in my body...
I look up, and I just have to ask.
"Tell me the truth. Did you have surgery or something? Did you have your cock enlarged or—-mmph!"
The sheikh pushes his cock inside my mouth without warning, and I'm suddenly, deliciously, and unbelievably stuffed.
"Your mouth is so fucking small," Sheikh Saif rasps out.
I think that's a compliment. I hope that is...and not some belated warning about how there's a medical possibility that his cock could tear my mouth apart.
The sheikh tightens his grip on my hair, and I have no idea why, but the pain I feel is really turning me on.
"I'm going to start moving."
Oh God.
"And if you start gagging..."
Shit. No. Wait.
"All the better for it."
I don't even have a second to digest what the sheikh's purred out, with his cock already thrusting hard and fast in my mouth. The speed of his movement becomes my entire world, and the way the head of his cock reaches all the way to the back of my throat makes me feel dizzy.
Every thrust creates a lewd slapping sound that makes me wetter and wetter between my legs, and I find myself instinctively clutching the muscled cheeks of his ass as my body starts trembling with need.
My swollen breasts jiggle every time he plunges his thick, hard length back into my mouth, and every jiggling motion just makes me ache all the harder.
The taste of him is unfamiliar but strangely addictive, and I hear the sheikh groan when I succumb to the temptation of flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.
"Ah, Seven, yes..." He gazes down at me hungrily. "Suck my cock, my beauty."
My folds swell at the command, and I find myself dazedly doing as ordered. I suck tentatively at first, but feeling his powerful body shudder gives me confidence, and I find myself sucking harder and harder and—-
"Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Just like he's warned, I inevitably gag when the sheikh suddenly shoves his cock deep into my mouth, and I hear him groan anew as he feels my throat tighten around him.
"Yes, God, yes."
My eyes squeeze shut as he fucks my mouth harder and faster than ever. I can't help feeling just a little scared that he really is going to tear my mouth apart, but the fear also feeds into my desire, and every gag-inducing thrust just makes my pussy quiver all the more.
A part of me already wants it to end, but another part of me wants it to go on.
This is too much. This is not enough.
I'm scared. I'm turned on.
Just so, so scared, and so, so darn horny that when the sheikh suddenly stiffens, I feel my own pussy quiver as well—-
"Fuck, Seven, let go—-"
Those words are definitely an order, but it's the one thing I can't obey.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—-"
Sheikh Saif rams his cock all the way inside my mouth as he cums, and I can only cry out against his muscled skin as my own pleasure rushes past my swollen folds before slowly trickling down my legs.
Some time has passed when the sheikh pulls his cock out of my mouth, and I'm more than a little incredulous when I realize he hasn't gone soft...at all.
"I knew it," I say accusingly as he carefully helps me back to my feet. "You really did have some kind of surg—-"
"I'm flattered that you think so," the sheikh cuts me off with a smirk, "but no." And then he's kissing me so, so hard that I start seeing stars even as my shoulders shake in silent mirth.
My lips are more swollen than ever when he finally lets me up for air, and I find myself dazedly touching my mouth while Sheikh Saif does his best to rearrange my hopelessly mussed hair.
Oh my.
Did I really do...that?
The memory of how, well, sluttish I was makes me squirm, and I feel even more mortified when the sheikh and I emerge from our dark, little corner in the garden...and we realize all at once why we've been, er, uninterrupted all this time.
A huge Under Maintenance sign is currently blocking the other guests from using the paved paths of the garden, and when my horrified gaze flies in search of our hosts, that's when I see my former teacher grinning widely at me from her table while her dashing husband politely raises his wine glass like he's congratulating the sheikh for being the newest member of the Sneak-Out-of-the-Party-to-Have-Sex club.
Somebody please tell me this really isn't happening?
I try tugging my hand out of the sheikh's grip, but this only makes him raise my hand to his lips.
"Let them stare," he says lazily. "We have nothing to hide."
The words make my heart pound, and I find myself quickly looking away. I've just realized that while I've already told Sheikh Saif I'm in love with him, he hasn't actually said he loves me back, but...
Maybe he's just waiting for the right time to say it?
Sheikh Saif orders me to introduce him to my friends, and though I make a face at his high-handedness, I'm secretly thrilled that he's asked. This means he sees us as a permanent thing, doesn't it?
The rest of the evening is straight out of a fairytale, with the sheikh never leaving my side and attending to my every need. He's acting like he's in love with me, and I have to believe that he is. Right?
It's only a few minutes past ten when we leave the party, but I'm already half-asleep as the sheikh bundles me up in his limousine. Having the day shift means I'm usually dead to the world by nine, and I stick to the same routine even on my days off.
When I wake again, I realize we're back in the hotel, and I'm all alone in his bedroom.
I hear voices coming from the suite's balcony, and one of it is wonderfully familiar while the other bears the same Middle Eastern accent as the sheikh's.
"I can't believe you're marrying the girl you saw a year ago."
"It's what I came here to do."
"Have you told her yet?"
"There's no need for her to know," Sheikh Saif says coolly.
"You mean, you don't want her to know," the other voice retorts in amusement, "and we both know why that is."
Chapter Nine
I don't wait to hear what the sheikh has to say to that. I've heard more than I care to know, and it's enough to crush my heart into pieces.
Tears burn my eyes as I tiptoe past them unseen, but just as I step out of the room, I hear the balcony doors slide open, and the sound is enough to have me break into a run.
The elevator doors are halfway to sliding close when I make it down the hallway, and I punch the Open button in a series of desperate jabs as I hear the sheikh bite out my name.
I slump against the wall as the doors close, and the tears I've been doing my best to hold back finally start tracking down my cheeks.
God, I'm such an idiot.
I should have known a man like him would never see me as wife material. I should've known, dammit!
The elevator finally reaches the lobby, and I've just stepped out when someone suddenly blocks my way...and slaps me so hard that my face snaps to the other side.
Oh God.
Is this the sheikh's fiancée? Maybe someone told her what happened between Sheikh Saif and me at the party, and she's here to let me know what a shameless slut I am?
I slowly raise my head...and find myself blinking when I realize it's actually a former classmate of mine from college. "Jessica?"
She slaps me again, and this time I feel my lip start to bleed.
"You really are shameless, aren't you?" the other woman screams. "You haven't even managed to pay back a fraction of what your thieving mom stole from us, but there you are, just partying the night away and whoring yourself—-"
"Say another word," an accented voice warns grimly from behind me, "and I'll have you thrown out of this hotel."
It's the sheikh, of course, and my eyes start stinging anew. I've been so caught up with my feelings for him that I failed to think about what it means to the sheikh if he marries someone like me.
Sheikh Saif has a throne to inherit and an entire kingdom to lead. He needs the right woman to be his queen, and with the kind of past I have...can I really blame him for not choosing me?
The sound of a harshly expelled curse interrupts my thoughts just then, and the next thing I know, it's the sheikh carefully turning my face to his.
"You're bleeding."
I actually forgot that I was, and I quickly wrench away from his hold. "It's nothing—-"
"I'm the victim here, not her!" Jessica has finally recovered from her shock, and I don't know whether to laugh or cry at the sound of distress in her high-pitched cry. She's acting like she's the one who got slapped, and not the other way around.
"You probably don't know this," Jessica begins self-righteously, "but that woman—-"
"—-is my future wife," Sheikh Saif says coldly, "so choose your words wisely, if you know what's good for you."
I'm not sure who's more stunned between Jessica and me, but I forget all about the other woman when the sheikh switches his attention back to me, and I see the fury in his eyes.
What the hell?
First, Jessica, and now it's the sheikh?
I'm the victim here, dammit.
I'm the one the sheikh lied to. The one Jessica slapped, and twice at that.
So why are these two acting like I did something wrong?
"You will never speak to such trash again, do you hear me?"
Since he's growling the words out, he hasn't anything the worry about on that score. Everyone in the hotel lobby has heard him, and the words are more than enough to have the so-called trash, I mean Jessica, drop her woe-is-me act in an instant.
"How dare you? Who the hell are you to call me trash?"
The other woman's screeching tone even has the bellmen by the hotel's front doors wincing in agony. I think it's an occupational hazard, with Jessica having been in the cheering squad since middle school.
Sheikh Saif, however, doesn't even deign to look her way, and his disinterest has Jessica letting out another screech just before turning to me with eyes full of hostility. "You never changed, have you? You've always acted like you're so cool you don't need to be mean, but the truth is, you're just a thief like your mo—-let go of me!"
At first I think it's hotel security, but when none of them looks familiar, I realize it's likely the sheikh's personal bodyguards ditching their incognito ways to get rid of, well...trash.
There's one of them flanking Jessica on each side, and I know it's horrible of me, but she's making it so hard for all of us to keep a straight face when she seems to be using her high-flying cheerleader kicks and twists in order to free herself.
The sheikh looks at me, his gaze still furious. "Do you now see why you must disassociate yourself with such—-"
"If you dare call me trash—-"
"—-trash?"
We all cover our ears in advance, but this proves unnecessary when one of the sheikh's bodyguards uses a handkerchief to smother Jessica's furious cry.
"Uh..." I look at him uneasily. "That might get you into trouble."
But my words only have the sheikh's lips tightening. "You're doing it again. You're being too nice, and that's why trash like her can't help taking advantage of you. Who needs therapists when they have a living punching bag to curse and scream at?"
The sheikh's lip curls as he spares Jessica a look of icy distaste. "The next time you try causing trouble to my woman, in any fucking way, you better be damn sure you've got enough money to fight me in court."
A nod from the sheikh has Jessica finally freed from his bodyguards, and the way she looks at me with such hatred makes me realize what the sheikh saying just might be true.
I've always thought I was doing the right thing by letting Mom's victims treat me as they will, but what if doing so only made people like Jessica see me as this free-to-curse-and-shame-outlet for their anger?
"That bitch next to you is the criminal," Jessica spats, "not me. And you have nothing to sue me—-"
"That still remains to be seen," Sheikh Saif says coldly. "I've all the money to burn, and you can expect my lawyers to keep suing you until we find a lawsuit that sticks. With trash like you, I'm certain it's only a matter of time before the skeletons in your closet—-"
The sheikh stops speaking when I place a finger on his lips.
"Can we do as you say," I whisper, "and stop wasting our time with trash so we can talk?"
There's one moment of silence, and then the sheikh has me gasping as he sweeps me up in his arms. Jessica is still screaming curses at us as the sheikh steps inside the elevator, and as soon as the doors close, both Sheikh Saif and I speak at the same time—-
"I'm sorry, Seven—-"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness—-"
We stare at each other in surprise, and after another moment, a smile touches my lips as the sheikh's handsome face softens.
"I heard you talking to someone a while ago," I blurt out.
"I figured as much," the sheikh says quietly. "And that someone was my brother. Or rather, that was one of my brothers, since all three of them have flown in for our engagement."
He says it so casually that it takes me a moment to understand his words. Did he just say...our engagement?
"B-But what about the other girl?" I finally manage to ask. "The one you saw a year ago—-"
"—-was you."
What?
"I was a guest here a year ago, and I saw you cleaning the room across mine."
I can only shake my head, unable to believe what he's saying.
"To make it worse, my father, the king, was with me that time. We were here for his surgery, and unfortunately, he saw how I fell in love with you at first sight."
"Unfortunately?"
A grimace contorts over the sheikh's features. "The king has what you'd call a...perverse sense of humor. He's always at my back, wanting me to marry, but the moment he saw me fall for you like a ton of bricks, he immediately changed his tune and asked that I stay away from you for an entire year. If I still wanted you after that time, he promised to give his blessing for our union."
The elevator doors start to open at the sheikh's words, and as soon as we're out, I wriggle against his hold until he takes the hint.
When I'm back on my feet, I reach up to cup his face, all the while marveling that a man such as him could've fallen for me at first sight.
"Did you really wait for me for a year?"
"Desperately," he says with a twist of his lips, and the tone of self-disgust in his voice makes my heart beat wildly.
"But does that mean you never had—-"
Sheikh Saif glares at me, and I try but fail to stop myself from beaming when I realize it's true. The sheikh has gone without sex for a year...for me!
"That's why you told your brother I didn't need to know anything about it," I realize with a grin.
"Because I know you, my beauty. You're never going to let me hear the end of it—-"
A bubble of laughter escapes me even as his words have my heart racing like mad.
Oh, this sheikh.
I've been wondering why he seems so attuned to my thoughts, and now I know.
It's because he's been in love with me for an entire year, and well...
"I'm sorry, Your Highness," I say softly, "but I'm afraid you're absolutely right. I will never let you hear the end of it."
"I thought as much." The sheikh's tone is dry, but the way he gently takes my hand in his as we walk to his room tells me something else. I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think he actually likes the fact that I now know how much he's in love with me?
Oh, this sheikh.
How adorable can he get?
Epilogue
Did I say adorable?
I was totally mistaken, and now I know my sheikh is actually the world's biggest asshat.
"Stop laughing!"
We're back in his room, and I've just told His Royal Assness what my full name is.
"This is all my fault," Saif says gravely. "Or rather, it is the king's fault, since he forbade me to have anything to do with you for the past year. I was not to look you up on the Internet or hire detectives to follow you around. If I had, then we might not have ended up together. I might have changed my mind if I had known that the woman I intend to marry has the most unimaginable name—-"
"You're going to laugh again, aren't you?"
And true enough, the sheikh has thrown his dark head back with another sexy-but-irritating laugh.
