I'm waspish and prudish, a spinster royal tutor who's undesirable in every way. So why does the kingdom's playboy sheikh suddenly want me as a lover?
I've never had a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot when it comes to men.
I know trouble when I see it, and Sheikh Tarif Al-Atassi? Smoldering good looks aside, he's trouble with a capital T, and I'm desperate to get rid of him.
Unfortunately, none of my usual tricks are working. Being rude only entertains him, and giving him the cold shoulder only challenges him.
Maybe I should just say yes for one night, and then he'll forget about me?
I've never had a boyfriend, but that doesn't mean I'm an idiot when it comes to men.
I know trouble when I see it, and Sheikh Tarif Al-Atassi? Smoldering good looks aside, he's trouble with a capital T, and I'm desperate to get rid of him.
Unfortunately, none of my usual tricks are working. Being rude only entertains him, and giving him the cold shoulder only challenges him.
Maybe I should just say yes for one night, and then he'll forget about me?
“Tarif, we have to stop---”
“Not until you come,” the sheikh rasped.
Her eyes flew wide open. “No! There’s no more----” Time. That was what her last word was supposed to be, but it died in her throat as the sheikh started shoving his thick manhood faster into her – so much faster, and oh, harder than ever. He pounded into her nonstop until she spiraled into a screaming, mindless orgasm, and the sheikh had to cover her mouth with his hand to keep her cries from spilling out.
Tarif knew the moment her senses returned, with color brushing her cheeks with a vivid shade of pink while her violet eyes went wide with appalled misery. He grinned, and she whimpered as he lifted his hand off her mouth.
She shook her head, whispering, “I’m so…” Angry? Appalled? Ashamed?
The sheikh raised a brow. “Late?”
Anisah’s gaze flew to the classroom’s wall clock, and she cried out in horror when she saw she only had less than fifteen minutes before her next class started. Oh curse her life, the sheikh was right!
Chuckling at the panic that crossed her lovely face, Tarif said soothingly, “Stop worrying, my sweet. I have guards outside. They won’t let anyone in until we’re ready.”
“But---”
“But nothing. Now be a good girl and stay quiet while I help you."
She didn’t even have time to protest, with the sheikh immediately moving to suit actions to words. He put her clothes to right, tucked loose locks of her hair back into her cap, and he did so with such efficiency that he had even time to arrange the soft layers of her headdress into place with minutes to spare.
The sheikh stepped back with a smug smirk. “Well?”
The words ‘thank you’ were stuck in her throat. She just plain hated it every time he proved his superiority, and so she glared up at him instead, saying ungratefully, “I wouldn’t be in trouble in the first place if it wasn’t for you.”
But the sheikh only chuckled. “As always, my sweet – your sheer graciousness simply takes my breath away.”
The barb successfully reached its mark, and Anisah could feel herself turning red again. “I honestly don’t know what I see in you,” she muttered under her breath. “If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you of bewitching me---”
“Maybe I had.” The sheikh sent her a lazy, devastating smile. “After all, did you not say you found me ‘somewhat irresistible’?”
“Not until you come,” the sheikh rasped.
Her eyes flew wide open. “No! There’s no more----” Time. That was what her last word was supposed to be, but it died in her throat as the sheikh started shoving his thick manhood faster into her – so much faster, and oh, harder than ever. He pounded into her nonstop until she spiraled into a screaming, mindless orgasm, and the sheikh had to cover her mouth with his hand to keep her cries from spilling out.
Tarif knew the moment her senses returned, with color brushing her cheeks with a vivid shade of pink while her violet eyes went wide with appalled misery. He grinned, and she whimpered as he lifted his hand off her mouth.
She shook her head, whispering, “I’m so…” Angry? Appalled? Ashamed?
The sheikh raised a brow. “Late?”
Anisah’s gaze flew to the classroom’s wall clock, and she cried out in horror when she saw she only had less than fifteen minutes before her next class started. Oh curse her life, the sheikh was right!
Chuckling at the panic that crossed her lovely face, Tarif said soothingly, “Stop worrying, my sweet. I have guards outside. They won’t let anyone in until we’re ready.”
“But---”
“But nothing. Now be a good girl and stay quiet while I help you."
She didn’t even have time to protest, with the sheikh immediately moving to suit actions to words. He put her clothes to right, tucked loose locks of her hair back into her cap, and he did so with such efficiency that he had even time to arrange the soft layers of her headdress into place with minutes to spare.
The sheikh stepped back with a smug smirk. “Well?”
The words ‘thank you’ were stuck in her throat. She just plain hated it every time he proved his superiority, and so she glared up at him instead, saying ungratefully, “I wouldn’t be in trouble in the first place if it wasn’t for you.”
But the sheikh only chuckled. “As always, my sweet – your sheer graciousness simply takes my breath away.”
The barb successfully reached its mark, and Anisah could feel herself turning red again. “I honestly don’t know what I see in you,” she muttered under her breath. “If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you of bewitching me---”
“Maybe I had.” The sheikh sent her a lazy, devastating smile. “After all, did you not say you found me ‘somewhat irresistible’?”
Ahhh "sigh".. Right that's how all of Marian Tee books make me fell like I've accomplished something great by reading it but feel sad because I don't want it to end. Another exceptional story that levels you wanting more. I could not put it down and had to wipe the tears that kept falling.
Here you finally get to meet Tarif and Anisah and what a story from their barb comments to each other to hot sizzling chemistry kisses (n much more). This coupe just makes you feel for them with all their childhood trauma just messing up their adult love life. Anisah who avoided Sheikh Tarif and a little bad mouthed about him to the other Sheikh soon finds herself the center of attention by none other then Tarif. He drives her nuts but on the plus side she drives him insane too. Betrayal, Iove and redemption all wrapped up in one.
Can't wait to read Rayyan and Hyacinth story!
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