Chapter 17
“Are you sated, Madeline?” I ask.
She smiles. “Yes. Did I look greedy?”
“You ate because you were hungry, I suppose.”
Her smile widens. “Not just that. It was delicious.”
Not as delicious as you are.
After a boring meeting, which was the main reason for my visit to Istanbul, I took her to explore the city—on my terms, of course.
Every place we visited had to be evacuated under the president’s orders—he understands that I can’t simply wander around like an ordinary citizen.
To be honest, I thought it would be boring to take her to places I already know. Sightseeing is not my idea of fun, but that’s because I’ve never traveled with someone like Madeline Turner.
Every beautiful cell in her body vibrated throughout the entire tour.
Now we’re having a late breakfast, what Americans call brunch, on the terrace of my residence in Istanbul, after getting to know the city on a tour.
I gaze at her perfect face—she’s radiating joy. This woman has the ability to turn me on just by smiling.
“I don’t know how to thank you for bringing me here, Kamal. Both for bringing me to this wonderful country and for taking me on a tour.” Her eyes sparkle, captivated.
“Our journey is just beginning, Madeline.”
She was playing with her fork, but after what I said she lifts her head to look at me. She swallows nervously, and I know what she’s thinking because she’s an open book: our agreement.
It’s barely an hour ago that I managed to calm down from the irritation that hit me yesterday. After kissing her in my office, she made the absurd counterproposal to be together for only twenty-four hours.
It was audacious.
I had never been in a position where I had to negotiate for a woman’s time or attention on her terms. If it were any other woman, I would have dismissed her with a pat on the back.
In my world, I’m the one who sets the rules.
However, my desire for Madeline overcame my stubbornness.
“The person who took you on the tour wasn’t your boss but the man who wants you. I hope you understood that. From the moment the meeting ended today until we return to London, you are mine.”
Her cheeks redden as she nods in agreement.
“What else did you like about what you’ve seen so far?” I change the subject because my intention is to seduce her, not embarrass her.
She smiles again. “I can’t say for sure. The whole city is beautiful, so rich in culture. But I think it was the spice market.”
I lean back in my chair, surprised by her answer. A section of the market was cleared by security along with the local police so we could visit. I took her there because I wanted to show her a glimpse of the real Istanbul, not just what’s in the tourist guides.
“What is it?” she asks.
“I thought you would say some of the buildings.”
“Oh, yes. For now, though, I can only talk about what we saw from the outside, as we didn’t go inside any of the buildings.
The Blue Mosque[9] looks beautiful. The Dolmabahce Palace[10] on the shores of the Bosphorus looks like it came straight out of a dream, but I was seduced by the smells of the market. ”
“Seduced?”
“Yes, it’s impossible to walk there without feeling your senses heightened.”
You have the power to heighten my senses, and I can’t wait to test the lust you awaken in me, my girl.
One of my employees appears and places a tray of Turkish sweets on the table.
“Oh my God. I’m sure I’ll put on some weight, but I can’t resist.”
I watch as she picks up a piece of baklava, cut into small squares, and puts it in her mouth.
Her eyes close as she savors the dessert, and that’s my limit.
I stand up to go to her and lift Madeline in my arms. I move some plates away from the table to place her on it. I position myself between her thighs and without taking my eyes off her, I bring her honey-coated fingers to my lips and suck on them one by one.
She moans.
Her dress rose up with the movement, giving me a complete view of her thighs, and I let my hand roam over her bare flesh. “You’re shaking, Madeline.”
“I’m nervous.”
“Scared?”
She shakes her head. “Eager for more.”
I pull her to the edge of the table, pressing out bodies together, and I can almost feel her heart beating fast. “Desire, albi[11]. Your body wants to give in.”
She blushes but places her hands on the table behind her, silently offering herself.
With both my hands on her ass, I lift her up, making her wrap her legs around my waist.
Madeline is light as a feather, and I only need one arm to support her. With my other hand, I pull her to me by the nape of her neck, keeping her mouth where I want it.
When our lips touch, waves of uncontrollable desire wash over us simultaneously.
She responds to the kiss with desperate surrender. She mimics my movements, demanding my mouth.
Her rigid nipples press against my chest. I walk towards the second floor to shield her from my employees’ eyes. Although they are paid not to see anything, I feel territorial about her. I don’t want anyone else witnessing her pleasure.
Madeline clings to me, squeezing, scratching, moaning, and I am already completely lost in the lust she arouses in me.
Our physical response to each other is almost violent. As if neither of us can get enough.
Finally on the second floor, but still in the hallway, I sit her on a high, antique table.
My palace is enormous, and I can’t wait until we reach my chambers to have a taste of her. I’ll take just a little taste of her now.
I raise her legs, planting her feet on the table, but she tries to close them.
“I’m not going to fuck you, just taste you, Madeline.”
“Here?” she whispers.
“No one will come up. Now, lift your dress. Show yourself to me.”
She grabs the hem that is covering her knees and hesitates.
I wait. I don’t want to impose; I want her to surrender.
Slowly, she does as I commanded, and I go crazy when I see pink lingerie, as innocent as her, covering the small triangle of hair.
I drag my thumb over the fabric. “Has anyone touched you like this before?”
“No. Not on any part of my body. You will be my first everything, my Sheikh.”
Fuck!
I know I should take it easy, but I’m consumed by desire.
I slide a finger under the fabric without unlocking our eyes. It takes all my self-control when I see her take a deep breath and bite her lower lip, trying to stop a moan from coming out loudly.
But when my finger grazes her clit, she loses control, letting out a long whimper, and her body almost rises towards me.
In one swift movement, I tear the lingerie, exposing her to my eyes.
Her pussy glistens with desire, and famished, I kneel down to taste her honey.