Page 19 of Dirty Wild Sultan

He chuckled, the sound of his laugh making me shiver. I rubbed my arms. “I won’t address you by your name, Princess, if that is your wish—oh, I am sorry, are you cold?”

Before I could deny him, he had already removed his luxurious suit jacket and placed it around my shoulders. I tried not to sigh when he stepped back, his musky male scent surrounding me.

It smelled divine. If I could, I would steal it and take it to Maahnoor and sleep, snuggling it like a creep.

“And to answer your previous question,” Zain said, his voice lowering into a smooth purr. “I remember kissing those full lips of yours. Licking them until you begged me to follow you to your room.”

I swallowed the gulp in my throat when I met his eyes. Dark obsidian orbs pooled with desire when they gazed between my lips and eyes. “And?” I breathed. “Do you remember what happened when we reached my suite?”

His eyes darkened with a gleam, and I knew he remembered it. Knowing that guards were way behind us, I stepped closer to him, remembering how tall he was as I leaned on my toes and whispered,

“I took you in my mouth and pleased you until you stopped me,” I crooned, smiling at the tremble in his body. “Do you remember, Sultan Zain?”

His eyes slid over my face as if he was assessing his enemy. He tilted his head to the side, a lock of hair brushing his brow when he said, “Maybe I need to see you repeat it, Nasrin. Refresh my memories a bit. Or the night wasn’t that special that I forgot about it. About how beautiful you must have looked donning nothing and kneeling in front of me.”

The audacity—

Reining in my anger, I smiled and checked my fingernails, “Hmm, I wonder why you left me covered in hickeys then.”

“I remember.” His eyes lowering from my neck to my chest, my stomach tightening as he raked his gaze over my body. As if he could see through my clothes, remember how he had left love bites all around my breasts, my stomach, my inner thighs.

“I wish I could see them,” he whispered to himself, my breath catching in my throat upon hearing him.

Zain smirked, noting the blush on my cheeks. Straightening up, he pulled out something from his pocket. I gaped when I saw the golden emerald jewelry. “I believe this belongs to you,” he said, handing me themaang tikkathat I had been searching for frantically since last week.

“Thank you,” I heard myself say as I checked over my family heirloom, sighing in relief when it was all in one piece with no dents or discoloration. “I had been worried because I couldn’t find it. How did you…”

“I went back to the suite to meet you.” his neck turned red when he continued. “I wanted to ask you if we had used protection, but you had left. Vanished. But I found that jewelry in the vanity drawer and kept it with me.”

“You went to the hotel to see me? Ask me about protection?”

“I am the Sultan of Azmia, Princess Nasrin. I needed to make sure I didn’t have any… unexpected heirs or scandals.”

I gazed at him and back at the emerald headpiece. I could understand why he would have gone to such a great measure to invite me and my father to his palace.

Despite the animosity between our countries, he took care of themaang tikkainstead of bargaining for it like my father or Sadiq would do. He took care of my mother’smaang tikka.

Stepping closer, I wrapped my arms around his waist. He stiffened. I whispered, “Thank you, Zain.”

His muscles relaxed when I hugged him for one more moment, his warm hands pressing against my back before I pulled away. Daring a glance at him, I saw his eyes glinting at me with the same intensity as when he had kissed me.

“I wanted to—”

“I have a que—”

We both spoke in unison.

I broke the silence first. “You were saying?”

“Do you have anywhere important to go tomorrow?” he asked, his voice smooth in the crispy night air. The way he said it made me want to pull his suit closer to me, tightening my fingers on the soft fabric. “Or perhaps next week?”

“I have an important meeting with a professor tomorrow,” I said. It wasn’t an important meeting, just an online call that I had to take and ask if she received the sweets that I had sent to her in London.

“I would like you to cancel it.”

The close buds of the flowers whispered against each other when a chill night air flew through us. I tucked my hair behind my ear and peered at him. “Why would I do that, Zain?”

The glowing lantern cast a warm shadow on the sides of his face, making him look like some kind of king with the beautiful night as the backdrop. If I had the skill, I would have painted his portrait and called it the King of the Night. He truly looked like one, his dark eyes matching the sky.

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