Page 61 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“The look that means you want to have teenage role-play sex with me!”

I blushed and eyed her bed. “Well, I was thinking about having sex with you in your childhood room.”

Nasrin didn’t reply because she was too busy eyeing me and the bed. I smirked, taking a step towards her but she shook her head. “No, I am still mad at you,” she said stubbornly, keeping her chin high.

“I know.” I took a step closer.

“Really mad, Zain,” she whispered.

“Mm-hmm.”

Another step.

“Like I want to stab you multiple times and leave you to rot in the desert mad.”

I blinked down at her. “That’s very expressive.”

“I have thought about it a million times.”

She was smiling.

Aw, God, she looks adorable.

“What else did you think about me?” I asked, breathing in the jasmine scent of her.This is home. “Did you think about the time when we were naked in the bath? That night in the pool? Or that time—”

“Yes. I hated myself for thinking about it because even though you treated me like that, I couldn’t stop missing you.” She forced her words out, looking away from me and stepping back.

“I am sorry, Nasrin. Stab me, if that’s what you wish, but please give me another chance. I will do anything.”

“Anything?”

I nodded.

She looked me in the eye and said, “Then kneel.”

I dropped to my knees, looking up at her. “This is kind of sexy, not going to lie.”

Her face turned red as she tucked her hair behind her ear. “Will they execute my father?”

My smile dropped. I nodded.

She took a sharp breath and rubbed her arms. “What about my brothers?”

“Council will question them, but not as… strictly like your father, because he confessed that no one from your family knew what he had done. I am trying to push them hard enough so they won’t question any of you and sympathize with you.”

“Okay. Thank you.”

“Nasrin?”

She glanced at me, still on my knees in front of her. I handed her the small bottle of the custom-made perfume as she frowned at it, taking a small sniff.

She grinned. “This smells like jasmine!”

“It does. It’s for you.”

“Why me?”

Stupid fool.

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