Page 30 of Dirty Wild Sultan

I swallowed the lump in my throat when he, the Sultan of Azmia, bent on his knees wearing nothing but a towel while I stood naked, dripping with water. I gazed at his dark hair when he patted my skin dry, my legs, my thighs, my butt.

“I can do it myself, you know,” I said, a flush creeping up my neck.

“I know.” He gazed up at me from his knees, his face close to my heated sex. “But I wanted an excuse to touch you again.”

My heart thundered when I said, “You don’t need an excuse to touch me, Zain.”

His lips parted, my eyes falling on them, and I had the sudden urge to hold his hair and kiss him—

Someone knocked on the door of the room, breaking the sexual pull between us. He straightened up, letting me drape the towel around me. We gazed at each other for a moment, waiting for the other to say something.

But Zain stepped out of the bathroom, giving me privacy while he went to check who was at the door with his clothes in hand.

I clutched the towel to my chest and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My dusky skin was glowing, flushed from neck to cheeks and ears. I shook my head and exhaled a sharp breath. I had to remind myself that the marriage was not based on the love that my mother wanted for me, even though we had a physical pull towards each other.

But that physical pull... it made me want to sigh, remembering how I had just orgasmed a few moments ago. His filthy words ringing in my ears, his burning eyes. I wondered what would have happened if we hadn’t been interrupted. If we had landed in the sheets, kissing each other, devouring each other. I wanted to know how he would look hovering above me, how he would feel stretching me, filling me.

I wanted a round two of that night with him.

I blushed, thinking about the bulge in his pants I had seen earlier while he was busy pleasuring me.

“Nasrin?” The man of my dirty daydream knocked on the door, his eyebrow raised as he looked at me.

“Yes?” I said, my voice high-pitched.

“We are getting engaged today.”

* * *

“This is my younger brother, Khalid,”Zain formally introduced me to his younger brother, Prince of Azmia, who smiled at me with a small bow.

We were greeting and introducing each other to our families. My younger and older brother stayed in Maahnoor, taking care of the duties while my father and eldest brother, Sadiq Elbaz, Sultan of Maahnoor, were in Azmia.

“Where is Zara?” Zain asked a worried guard, whispering something in his ear that made his jaw clench. I wanted to ask him if his sister was okay when he smiled at my family. “My little sister will join us for lunch.”

I was excited to meet Princess Zara Al Latif. She had been sheltered within Azmia and the palace so that no one but her family, the royal guards and other royals knew what she looked like. As she was the youngest Al Latif sibling and the only princess, both the brothers had kept her hidden in the palace. It was rumored that Zain didn’t allow her photograph to be taken or let other people see her because she was born scarred. Or… ugly.

I didn’t believe those rumors. I knew she was his half-sister, born from his second mother, but she must be a beauty, having Al Latif’s genes. Zain had mentioned to me that even though he and Khalid didn’t want others to see their little sister, it was her choice to keep her privacy. Her face to herself.

My father laughed. “No worries, Sultan. We are all eager to meet the Princess, especially Sadiq.”

Sadiq nodded lazily, my hand finding Zain’s and squeezing his hand, knowing well what my father meant. Of course, he would think of that. Marry Sadiq to the young princess who had just turned nineteen. It shamed me he would ever think about that. Sadiq was fifteen years older than her.

“Maybe she will have lunch alone.” Khalid glared at my eldest brother and my father. “Sadiq? I would suggest you erase your thoughts of marrying my sister. It will not happen as long as I am alive.”

“It’s Sultan Sadiq to you, Prince,” he replied, gritting his teeth.

Khalid ran his eyes over my brother’s form, chuckling at him, “If you truly were a sultan, Sadiq, you wouldn’t have to announce it every two seconds.”

I did not plan to have bloodshed on my engagement.

We hadn’t exchanged the rings yet.

I cleared my throat. “I think that’s enough, Prince Khalid and Brother.”

Zain continued, “Lunch must be ready. Come now, let’s celebrate.”

Sitting beside Zain while we had our lunch at the low table with our family members was a unique experience. My father and brothers never let me sit at the head of the table. But during lunch, Zain and I sat side by side while Zara, his sweet little sister, sat at the head of the table with Khalid beside her. My brother Sadiq sat on Zara’s opposite on the far end.

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