Page 10 of Her Desert King

This had never happened to her either!

Never!

“I’m done with this,” she muttered. Sheikh or no sheikh, she would not let this man stare at her body like it was his property, and make her feel so...odd.

As she whirled around and started to walk away, she heard the sheikh say, “Sit.”

Harper stiffened.

“You heard me,anisdi.”

The sheikh’s tone was too soft, softer than she had ever heard him speak – and she knew it was a quiet warning. If she went against his wishes, she would be in for it.

So be it,Harper thought.I’m his guest, not his subject.

Ignoring his command, Harper took a step towards the door –

And it was all she managed to do.

A moment later, she could only cry out as hands gripped her waist. In another moment, he had hauled her close, and she tumbled down to his lap, her shocked gaze flying to his.

He gazed down at her unsmilingly. “If I order you to do something, I expect you to follow it.”

She could only stare at him in sheer incredulity.Was he serious?A moment later, the answer came to her.Yes, the damn sheikh was serious – because he was insane.And so she immediately, wordlessly started to struggle, thrashing wildly to get off him, but the sheikh was too strong, his force easily overpowering her. Instead of leaving his lap, she was forced to mold to his will, and she found herself straddling him on the couch, his hands gripping her hips, gentle but inflexible, locking her into place.

She felt something hard rise against her crotch.

Something huge, something long and thick—-

Harper was stunned.Was that his erection?

“Nem.”Yes.And the sheikh spoke that one word in a voice made unearthly with such raw desire—-

Oh my God.Her body shuddered even as panic struck her. What was happening?Whywas this happening? And why was shenotrunning away? Her pride no longer mattering a whit to her, she said shakily, “Please let me go.”Please. Before I do something crazy, like beg you to fuck—-

She tried to shake the thought away but it was too late, and she bit her lip hard, swallowing back a moan as erotic images invaded her mind.

No. No. No.

She didn’t want to think about the sheikh fucking her.

Couldn’t.

Mustn’t!

But then her eyes clashed with his once more, and she saw in his dark burning gaze that he already knew. And when his nostrils flared, she was certain of it—-

Heknew.Somehow, he knew. He knew she was thinking about him fucking her.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked tremulously.

He shook his head. “Wrong question, qalifa.” His voice was hard, but still laced with white-hot lust, and the sound made her stomach cramp.

Oh God, it made her feel so strange.

“What you should be asking,” the sheikh purred, “is why it took me so long to do this.”

And then he kissed her.

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