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“I think that–” she turned, not sure what she was about to do. It didn’t matter. A strong arm wrapped around her waist, lifting her up against Khal’s chest. “Yes!” she gasped, leaning her head back against his shoulder as he carried her over to the bed.

“You want to tease me?” he grumbled, nipping at her earlobe. She gasped, then could barely catch her breath when he set her down on the bed. “I think that’s a wonderful idea.”

Tasha knew that she was in trouble now. Over the past few days, she’d realized how much Khal loved to tease her until she was desperate for him. He was a master at control.

“Khal, I don’t think…!”

Again, her words were choked on a gasp of pleasure when his hands reached around her, cupping her breasts. Shewas on her knees now, with Khal behind her. His fingers pinched her nipples at the same time and Tasha could barely breathe through the rush of desire. His knowledge of what she liked was too good, she thought as she tried to turn around. But he kept her still, his hands molding her breasts, tweaking her nipples until she was trembling with need.

“Khal…just…don’t keep me in suspense like this!”

He flipped her over, his mouth latching onto one nipple, sucking and licking, his teeth scraping against the tip.

Tasha thrashed against the mattress, her body aching for release. But Khal wasn’t the only one that had explored and learned what was most exciting. Reaching down, she slid one hand over his back while her other hand wrapped around his shaft, stroking his length, then cupping him underneath. For a brief moment, he was so consumed with her fingers that he released her nipples, closing his eyes and enjoying her ministrations.

But too soon, he took her hands away, pinning them over her head. Then he proceeded to kiss his way down over her body. Tasha gasped, knowing what was to come. He loved doing that to her and would take her right to the edge of a climax, then stop, holding her pleasure suspended over and over again until she begged and pleaded. Only then would he give her the orgasm that his lips, tongue, and fingers promised.

Khal spread her legs wide, draping one over his shoulder as his fingers spread her open for him. He blew on her glistening pink folds, then licked, teasing her until she grabbed his head, her fingers diving into his hair.

“Don’t stop!” she gasped, rolling her hips in rhythm with his flicking tongue. “Please don’t stop!”

He stopped. But a moment later, his finger slid inside of her and Tasha groaned, her body aching, throbbing now. “I can’t…You have to let me have it.”

“I do?”

“Yes! Please,” she sobbed, her fingers tightening in his hair. “If you’ll let me go, I’ll do that thing with my tongue. You know you like it. I’ll do it so…” His finger silenced her, twirling inside of her. Tasha had no idea what he was doing with those magical fingers, but it felt so damn good!

She screamed, then tried to push his head out of the way. She’d finish this herself! She couldn’t take anymore.

But Khal simply laughed and manacled her hands in one of his, then proceeded to do what he wanted with her body. She couldn’t move, couldn’t stop the pleasure, and couldn’t get away. It was sublime!

She didn’t know where he’d learned how to do that, but it was the most amazing insanity and she loved every second of it, even though her voice was nearly hoarse by the time he climbed over her, poised at her entrance.

“My wife!” he groaned, and slid into her heat.

Tasha took all of him, inviting him in deeper even though it felt as if he might split her open with his massive shaft. It felt so good, so perfect and she needed all of him.

“My husband,” she murmured when he was finally inside her.

Then he started moving. She knew that this would be good. But she had no idea how good. Every thrust felt like she was climaxing. Every time he moved into her, she felt the climax take over her body. It was so good, she couldn’t speak. All shecould do was cling to him until she felt him shudder, then still as he found his own pleasure.

When he collapsed against her, his face buried against her neck, Tasha wrapped her arms around his shoulders, loving this man with all her heart. “I love you,” she whispered, thinking that he was asleep.

He wasn’t. He lifted his head and smiled at her. “I love you too, Tash,” he whispered, then kissed her swollen lips.

Chapter 37

“Why haven’t they responded?” Nathan King bellowed, pacing around his hotel room in the Lativa capital. He’d brought along two of his personal aides, pretending that this was a diplomatic visit and not a way for him to retrieve Tasha. As soon as he had her in his house, he was going to…? He thought about all the different ways he would have her. Against the wall, on her knees, on his desk…the possibilities were endless. He would punish her for threatening his future. That bitch shouldn’t have messed with him. He’d order her to produce the videos, then he’d destroy them.

And then, he would destroy her.

If she was here in Lativa, he would toss her into his private plane, the plane that everyone thought was owned by a corporation, and then fly off with her. He wouldn’t mind smacking her pretty face for putting him through such lengths to find her.

Although, Nathan had to give Tasha credit. If Evan hadn’t gotten that picture of her a few weeks ago, this would have been the last place Nathan would have looked for her. In the employment of a foreign government…hmmm…how could he spin this for his benefit? Perhaps there was another way to destroy Tasha’s reputation. That would mean he wouldn’t have to marry the bitch.

Well, maybe not. She still had that beating that could hurt him. Tasha could always testify that he’d hit her, plus there were those hospital pictures to back up her story.

However, there were ways to get around that kind of accusation. Unfortunately, the stink would stick to him for a bit. And having a former employee, even one that he claimed to beengaged to, make an accusation of violence against him, would be bad and he knew it. Nathan was sure that his opponent would use even the hint of an accusation against him.

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