Page 3 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“What is troubling you?” Rahim asked, his weathered face concerned.

“That night.” I took a deep breath, “I was thinking about the night he died.”

“If the ghosts of the past are bothering you, it is better to leave them be.” He laid his hand on my shoulder, giving me a brief smile. “Focus on the present, child.”

I watched him walk ahead of me, the guards waiting behind me as I pondered over his response. Leave Rahim to make me feel like a five-year-old having an existential crisis.

Shaking off the events of that night, I squared my shoulders. The guards opened the mahogany doors to the private study room. I had only one thing in mind.

If the sexless marriage would benefit Azmia and my family, I would doanything.

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“So,what plans do you have for your future?” I asked, clearing my throat at the stunning olive-skinned twin princesses. The only way I could tell the difference between them was how they had chosen different colored dresses. Blue and green, which made their skin glow.

Rahim had forgotten to mention that they were the same twin princesses that Khalid was flirting with a few moments ago. Their father had greeted me and left the room with my advisor and the guards, leaving me alone to engage and talk with them.

They shared a mischievous look and giggled. “We have no plans, Sultan Zain,” the princess in blue purred. “We would enjoy whatever you offer us.”

I sighed in relief, relaxing back in the comfortable chair. I could offer them a sexless and loveless marriage and—

“Anything you want to offer us, Sultan,” the princess in the green dress whispered, standing up, walking towards me with a gleam in her dark eyes.

Wait…

“What the hell are you doing?” I asked, quickly turning my head when she unclasped the hooks of her top, removing it and baring herself in front of me.

I took a deep breath, squeezing my eyes shut and stopping myself before I could threaten their entire lineage for having the audacity to be so…argh, fuck.

“Please cover yourself. I do not want to—”

“Look at us, Sultan Zain,” her twin said. “We are here for your pleasure.”

Grumbling under my breath, I leaned back as far as I could when I felt their hands on me, gliding over my legs and stroking my face. I pulled them off and stood up, walking away from them and focusing my attention on my breath.

If I order to get them executed, I will be at war with Al Naeem. Which is the last thing I want right now.

But I didn’t hold back the anger in my voice. “If you do not cover yourself in ten seconds, I will make sure you and your family never enter my palace again. Let alone my country.”

“But Sultan—”

“I am not interested in… whatever you are thinking about.” My cheeks heated with blood.

I heard some shuffling and turned around when they told me they were decent. They both eyed me warily. “Are you into men?”

I sighed. If I had a penny for each time someone asked me that, I would be three pennies richer than I was, which was not much, but it counted. “No, I am not, and even if I was, it won’t be any of your concern,” I said in my stern voice. Their demeanor changed when they realized I was truly angry with them. “Now explain to me, why did youbothfeel the need to do what you just did?”

“To seduce you and hopefully be the future Sultana.”

I eyed them. “Both of you?”

They shrugged. “Many sultans have over one wife.”

I rubbed a hand down my face. “Not me. I prefer monogamous relationships.” Ignoring their cooing, I added, “You don’t need to do that to seduce anyone, do you hear me? If they can’t sit and talk to you for five minutes without you having to strip your clothes, then for fuck’s sake,don’t marry them.You both are princesses of Al Naeem. Our countries fought side by side a hundred years ago.”

They looked down at their laps and murmured a quick apology. The princess in blue said, “We were warned you might behave this way, Sultan. It was our fault that we wanted to try to seduce you. I assure you—weassure you we won’t bother you again.”

I nodded, stopping them to ask, “Who warned you?”

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