Page 40 of Dirty Wild Sultan

That was one thing, but the way he had reacted to my touch… that had been one of the most erotic sights I had ever seen. Zain Al Latif loved to be vocal when he was on the receiving end of oral sex. The thrill of sucking him and taking him in my mouth was something I had never experienced before. It had aroused me. Pleasuring and pleasing him had aroused me.

I wanted to whine when he had to leave, wanting to wrap myself around him once again and make him release inside me.

It was absurd. How badly I wanted him to fuck me.

Shaking my head at my impure thoughts, I stepped out of the bathroom and got ready for my first day as the Sultana of Azmia. I had breakfast with the family, but Zara was absent from the table. Both Khalid and Zain glared at their plates. Even Grandma couldn’t make them break out of their silent anger. Something must have happened when Sultan had to leave early in the morning to check up on her.

Was she okay? If she wasn’t, he would have told me, but he wouldn’t even look at me. I would need to check up on her as soon as I could.

I was led to Sultan’s study, an enormous room with floor to ceiling bookshelves and a mahogany desk with papers and documents atop it. A balcony overlooked the beautiful city shining like gold in the sunlight.

“Nasrin.” I turned around to see Zain, his hair slicked back in a rough tousle. He looked as sharp as ever in a dark suit. “What are you doing here?”

I swallowed the lump in my throat, remembering about that morning, how flushed his cheeks had turned after releasing inside my mouth, the gentle caress of his hands on my thighs.

“I wanted to see where you work. Would I have my space like this for being a sultana?”

“If you want, I will get it arranged, but you don’t need to worry about handling everything like a sultana. I will ask you only when I need your help.”

I sighed, trailing my finger on the mahogany desk. “That’s no fun.”

“I thought you wanted to work as a vet?” he asked, placing his suit jacket over his chair and sitting on the seat, rolling his sleeves over his arms. My throat went dry at the sight of his arms.

I must have not slept well if I was getting aroused at just the sight of his arms.

“I do. I talked with Zayed as he handles our stables. I will meet the doctor at the vet clinic today,” I said with a small smile on my face.

I had missed working with animals and treating them. It made my heart full to help the animals with their needs. In London, I had worked in a vet clinic, so I needed to learn about working with horses and how to treat them.

Zain tilted his head, a lock of hair falling over his forehead. “Did you have any pets growing up?”

“Other than horses, we didn’t have any pets. I wanted to have a farm with chickens, horses, dogs, cats.” I laughed at my childhood dream, feeling embarrassed to talk about it in front of Sultan, in front of Zain. “It was a silly childhood dream.”

He seemed amused hearing my answer, “It’s not sillier than mine.”

“Really? What was your childhood dream?”

“I wanted to save the world, be a superhero and have a pet tiger named Teddy.”

A laugh bubbled out of me, my hand clutching my stomach. My brain imagined Zain in a cape and spandex, saving the world with a tiger. I shook my head, wiping the tears from my eyes.

“Okay, you can stop laughing now,” he muttered. “My heart is wounded.”

I giggled, striding towards the plush chair he sat on. “I wonder how you would look in spandex.”

Zain raised his eyebrow and said in a husky voice, “Don’t get any naughty ideas, wife.”

Wife. I loved how effortlessly that rolled off his tongue. It made my heart flip.

“I thought the Sultan of Azmia would be a little adventurous when it came to nightly physical activities,” I teased.

He parted his lips to reply when someone knocked on the door of his study. Right, I had forgotten that we were in his study and he was a busy man.

“We will continue this talk of being adventurous in our nightly physical activities later, Nasrin. Come here,” he said, leaning back in the chair in a way that made my stomach dip.

When I was close within his reach, he held my arm and pulled me close enough to brush his lips against mine, kissing them. “Wear something comfortable this evening,” he whispered, tucking the lock of hair behind my ear.

“Why? Are we going to be adventurous?” I asked.

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