Preview of Dirty Wild Sultan
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Zain chuckled, his laugh devoid of any humor making me shudder.
He leaned closer and my eyes widened when his lips went past mine to press against my ear as he whispered, “I don’t want to know why you think so lowly of me but I assure you, future wife …
” A slither of pleasure rolled over my spine hearing his rumbling velvety voice, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, “That you would be the one begging me to touch you.”
He was so right, he had no idea.
I would beg. For him. Only him.
My eyes were glazed when they roved over his powerful, lean body, the muscles on his biceps moving when he leaned back on the stool. I pressed my teeth on my bottom lip, the air around us thickening with the steam, exotic oil, his musky cologne.
I met his eyes. “Then I beg you to touch me, Zain.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and added in a soft whisper, “Please.”
His eyes widened a little with shock, and something darker coursed through them.
My heart thudded loudly when I realised what it was.
Pure lust. Desire. If I could move back in the bath, I would, because his gaze turned predatory, and I felt like his prey.
Naked in the bath, while he was covered in clothes.
I watched when he unbuttoned the top two buttons of his dark shirt, revealing the tan skin underneath. My tongue seeped out to wet my lips. A hint of a smirk grazed his lush lips when he said,
“Spread your legs and show me your cunt, Princess.”