Page 35 of Dirty Wild Sultan

Our bedroom.

“Deal.”

After brief photographs with our family, we had to sit through dinner while all the royals mingled with each other. We hadn’t exchanged a single word after talking about sneaking a cake into our bedroom, and I was growing more and more nervous when the moon shone in the dark sky.

Does he want to have kinky food play sex with me? Or does he want to eat the cake with me?

“Nasrin?” Zara asked, her hazel eyes staring up at me. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course, Zara. We are sisters now.”

“I know Zain can be angry sometimes and act as a hotheaded jerk—”

I gasped at her, hiding my smile. “Zara!”

“What? You know I am telling the truth.”

She was.

“Yes, go on,” I said, curious at what she had to say.

“Well, I want you to know that he has a heart of gold. Both of them, Zain and Khalid. They get angry easily and you can feel free to scold them because I am tired of doing it.” She had a big grin on her face as she talked about her brothers, and I knew how special they were to her as she was to them.

I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Is that it? You are giving me free rein to chastise your brothers?”

“Yes!” She nodded.

“Lord save them,” Zayed muttered, offering me a glass of champagne, which I gladly took, thanking him.

I had met him during the wedding arrangements, instantly taking a liking towards his exuding charm and mischievousness in making fun of Zain and Khalid. He treated Zara like his own sister and was always polite with others, but knowing he was the friend of a prince with that handsome face, there would be no shortage of women or men for the Sheikh.

Just like the Sultan.

I swallowed the bubbly drink in one go, relishing in the slight burn. Why was I so nervous about meeting Zain tonight in our room? We had been alone in a room more than a dozen times—

Because it is my wedding night.

I looked over Zayed’s shoulder when he argued with Zara where my husband stood talking and nodding at two pretty women who must be royal members. They both were laughing at something he must have said. I quickly looked away when he averted his eyes to me.

My fists clenched tightly.Why was I jealous?I shouldn’t be jealous if the Sultan was talking to two royal women. He was my husband, after all. He had promised to stay monogamous throughout our marriage.

Not if he gets bored with me first.

With that silly, bitter thought, I excused myself and asked his grandma if I could retire early, to which she winked at me. I rushed to the room on my own, asking the maids to enjoy the feast.

I held my breath, pushing open the doors of the room that I would share with Zain. Exhaling sharply, I stared in awe at the beautiful golden gossamer fabric floating around the bed in an arched shape that made the bed look like a small golden world of soft pillows and sheets. It was breathtaking. The rose petals covering the dark sheets of the enormous bed with the candles burning on the nightstand emitting an exotic scent.

Taking a shaky breath, I wandered around, noticing it was similar to my guest room, but with more space for two people. Not big enough to hide somewhere unless it was a closet or the bathroom.

Walking up to the dresser, I stared at my flushed reflection and started removing the jewelry. The emerald diamond gleamed in the dim light, making my stomach churn.

There was a knock on the door, and I tensed up. “Enter.”

Zain Al Latif prowled into the room, his dark eyes pinned on me when he removed the heavily embroidered tunic, leaving him in a thin linen white shirt and pants. He eyed me warily and gently placed the small three tier cake on the table.

Aw, he kept his promise.

“Are you okay?”

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