Page 25 of Dirty Wild Sultan

I glanced around. But she wasn’t here—

“In here, Sultan,” her husky voice poured out of the washroom.

My muscles tightened underneath my clothes. I could leave the flowers on the vanity dresser and ask her to talk with me later. But the way she called out to me… I was curious to know what she wanted to discuss with me in the bathroom, of all places.

I made my way towards it, mustering up courage when I realized the door was unlocked and anyone could have stepped inside. Swallowing, I pushed open the door. The exotic scent of bath oils wafted around the room, my eyes pinning on the woman taking a bath, submerged in the water, wearing nothing but a gorgeous smile.

“Good morning, Princess,” I said, removing my suit when it got too warm with the steam. I eyed the edge of the bath, made from an obsidian solid stone, carved into the shape of a bath, smoothed from the inside.

Nasrin smiled, her eyes dancing over my body. “Good morning, Zain.”

Fuck. Me.

The way she rolled out my name like a smooth purr had me tightening in my pants, hoping she couldn’t see how much it affected me.

“I will wait outside—”

“Please, sit,” she whispered, her golden arms glistening with water. I eyed the small stool near the bath and raised my brow at her. She continued, “Help me scrub my back, please.”

She did not just use the word please twice in five seconds.

I knew she was up-to something.

Still, I sat on the stool, shamelessly eyeing her sun-kissed skin, and rolled the sleeves of my black shirt over my elbow. I didn’t miss the way her warm brown eyes gazed at my arms, my hands, my fingers, as if she was wishing—

I clenched my jaw when I noticed the hardened peaks of her dusky nipples through the water. She came closer, her hair pinned up, eyes gleaming.

“I received the message from the maid to meet you, but I didn’t think you would call the Sultan to scrub your back,” I said, my voice lowering an octave when I took the loofah, wetting it and dropping a dollop of scented oil over it.

Nasrin teased, showing me her back, “This would be the least of your worries if we get married, Zain.”

I paused, my eyes on her. “I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night.”

“Huh.”

Leaning forward, I gently touched the loofah to her skin, noticing the shudder running over her back when I moved it across her shoulders. “I mean it, Nasrin. I shouldn’t have forced you to choose between me or that sheikh. Even if it’s too late for it, I am deeply sorry for the way I treated you.”

I took a deep breath, rubbing the lather over her spine. “You do not have to accept this marriage, if that’s your wish.”

Part II

“Every inch of you is divine.”

13

Nasrin

Iheld in the tremble of my body when I felt the smooth surface of the loofah lowering to my spine. I wanted to arch my back and close my eyes and let him lather me with his veiny hands all day if he wished.

I was snapped out of my dirty thoughts when Zain said, “You do not have to accept this marriage, if that’s your wish.”

“What?” I turned around to see him. “What do you mean?”

I had been so surprised by his words that I had forgotten that I was in the bath. His face flamed when his eyes dropped below my chin, at my bare breasts. My heart thudded wildly when his obsidian eyes darkened, my nipples tightening and turning into hard peaks under his scorching gaze.

With flushed cheeks, he looked away, his hand tightening over the loofah he held. He gritted out, “You do not have to accept me as your husband. Reject me if you wish. I… I will help you find a better prince and help your younger brother be the sultan.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, lowering myself into the bath. The warm water was turning cold as I thought about what he said. His apology, his behavior, his words.

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