Page 64 of Dirty Wild Sultan

Since that dinner, I had announced to the guards not to knock at the door unless they wanted their arms cut off. So I had spent days, afternoons and night worshipping her body, making love to her, making up for the week we had been apart from each other.

Nasrin patted the space beside her and I joined her in the bed, her eyes trailing over my naked body, frowning at the small cuts that were healing. “Zain.”

“Nasrin.”

“We didn’t use protection,” she said slowly, twirling her finger on my collarbone.

“Because I don’t mind the idea of having a baby with you. Or four,” I said truthfully.

“Four babies?” She gaped. “What changed your mind?”

I rubbed the strand of her hair between my fingers. “I am afraid of living in the past and comparing myself to my father. My biggest fear was to turn out like him, and that’s why I never took pleasure in anything. Friends, alcohol, or even sex. But you helped me enjoy little things, and I want to live and see what future holds with you. If we are lucky enough to have a child together, she or he would be more precious than anything for me.”

She cupped my cheek. “Are you sure, Zain?”

I nodded, kissing her on the lips. “I am, but only if you are.”

Nasrin gave me a small smile and pushed me down onto the bed, straddling me. I licked my lips at the bare sight of her breasts, her taut stomach covered in hickeys. I groaned when she gave a small hump, my semi-hardened member sliding across her wet folds.

“I am ready, Zain. More than ready,” she whispered and kissed me, riding me slowly until warm sunlight swept in our room through the balcony.

30

Nasrin

Iwinced when the sound of utensils clanked with each other in the early morning, my feet light as I kept them on the vast island of the palace kitchen. I had to wake up before Zain to sneak out of the room to the kitchen. Knowing he was on our bed, naked and alone, with a pout on his lips when he slept made something tug at my heart.

I am doing this for him.

Without thinking too much, I got to work wearing the apron. After I had prepared the sugar syrup and the filling, I started working on the crust, knowing Zain would start looking for me in a few moments. I worked quickly, putting the sweets in the oven.

“What are you doing?”

I let out a surprised gasp and turned around to see Khalid frowning at me, standing near the door of the kitchen.

“You scared me,” I said, lowering my hand from my thundering heart. “I was making something sweet for your brother. And the family.”

“Liar,” he said with a smug smile. “You are only making it to impress my brother.”

I didn’t reply, twisting my fingers nervously.

“You don’t need to do that. He worships the ground you walk on and can never shut up talking about you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Why is everyone awake so early?” Zayed said groggily, yawning as he walked in the kitchen. He was a close friend of Khalid and Zain, so it wasn’t a surprise to see him at the palace. He was in the stables, in the study with Zain, in the art studio with Khalid, or teasing Zara.

“My sweet sister-in-law is makingkunafahfor my brother to impress him.”

“Can I get some too?” Zayed asked, his bottom lip jutting out, “Please?”

I chuckled and looked at Zara when she trudged into the kitchen in her pyjamas, her short hair all over the place. “Whatever Zayed is having, I will have it, too. But more.”

He flicked her forehead, and she punched him, which resulted in a morning duel between them while Khalid watched them with crossed arms, letting out a sigh.

I smiled at all of them and said, “I think I might like Zain.”

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