Page 49 of Dirty Wild Sultan

“She was kind and sweet. Treated us like her own. Until she got pregnant and gave birth to my half-sister, Zara,” I smiled, remembering the day. “We all adored Zara. Her pale cheeks were like two big cherries when she was a baby. Khalid wouldn’t stop crying when he took her in his arms for the first time, even though she pooped on him.”

We both shared a small laugh before I continued. “Unfortunately, my father didn’t want a female heir from our new mother. He changed. He would berate and chastise us. Then one night, we heard the screams of our mother, our father… punishing her for not giving him another boy.”

I clenched my hands into fists and looked away. “Khalid and I tried to stop him, and he hit both of us. It hurt him, but he didn’t cry. He suffered through it. It stopped after that for a while, but we knew we could not trust our father with our sister.”

“Our mothers passed away when they were flying to London for a few weeks. The airplane had crashed and both of them died instantly. Our father didn’t take it very well. He would get drunk and have lavish parties and parade his sons, Khalid and I, to his guests, daring others to ever stand against Azmia. While he forced Zara to her room, never to be seen by anyone. He hated her. It was terrible. I thought the alcohol and parties helped him. That our father had gotten better, but we were fools.”

Her hand landed on my closed fists, “Zain… you—”

I pinned my gaze on her. “You need to know the truth, Nasrin. You need to know what a terrible person Salman Al Latif was and why we hate him.”

Taking a deep breath, I continued, “Zara had turned six. He would never allow Zara outside of the palace, and even to certain rooms, because he was ashamed of having a female child. His thinking was old-fashioned, he only thought of her as an object to trade for better alliance. Khalid and I tried our best to make her happy and protect her from him. But we barely could. He asked her to his room one night and when Khalid got there, he saw Zara crying and begging Khalid to take her away from there. Our father wanted her to accept a marriage proposal from a sheikh.”

“She was six, for fuck’s sake! He dared to force her to accept a betrothal when she was supposed to play with other kids and grow, not think about marriage. When I reached the room, I tried to talk with him, but he hit me and in anger, he was ready to hit our sister, but Khalid protected her like he always did.”

“What happened, Zain? Was Khalid harmed?”

“Khalid killed him.” I swallowed the lump in my throat, looking away from her. “He used our father’s own sword and plunged it through his chest before he could harm anyone else. Zara was hugging Khalid and crying for him while I told the guards to not enter the room.”

“I had to do something. I couldn’t protect my mothers, my sister and my brother, so I made sure that the murder of my father would never be known.”

I thought about that night, the shocked faces of my brother and sister, utterly confused and scared and looking at me for help.

“The advisor, Rahim, guided me with everything. He was the one who announced that my father passed away in his sleep and I would be crowned as the sultan. He was relieved that Azmia would have a better sultan ruling over it, and our family was safe from any harm. When I became the sultan, I vowed to never turn myself into the monster my father was.”

“You are not like him, Zain,” Nasrin whispered, cupping my jaw to make me look at her. Tears glistened in her brown umber eyes.

“But the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, does it?”

Her eyes swirled, and she leaned closer. “You are not your father, Zain. He chose to harm others, and you vowed to protect them. Zara and Khalid, and even the people of Azmia, look up to you. They feel safe because they know that Sultan Zain will protect them no matter what.” Her voice was firm, her hand lowering to my chest, pressing against my heart. “And above all, you have a kind heart, Zain.”

I didn’t know why tears stung in my eyes, burning them. I held her palm that was on my chest and kissed the soft skin. “Thank you, Nasrin.”

“May I kiss you, Sultan?”

My eyes flitted to her face, her lips, her warm eyes. I swallowed, my voice thick when I said, “Kiss me all you want, Sultana. I am yours.”

Her lips met mine in a gentle caress, barely touching, teasing me. With a low growl, I pulled her closer, her legs straddling my hips. Our bodies pressed against each other, my hands exploring the curves and dips of her body. I listened to the little sighs and gasps she made when I glided my hands over the round of her ass, the softness of her breasts over her dress.

“I need more, Zain,” she whispered, pulling away. Her lips were wet and swollen with the kisses, her eyes dark underneath the moonlight. “I need you.”

I caressed her cheek. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, are you, Sultan?”

“I want to have you under me, above me and in every way possible, Nasrin,” I said, my voice low and husky.

She shivered and didn’t waste any time kissing me. I gently tugged at her hair, setting it loose and raking my hand through it when our kiss turned passionate. I could feel my muscles clench and relax when she touched me, removing the suit jacket and unbuttoning the buttons of my shirt.

“Then have me anywhere you want,” Nasrin said, her voice sultry, kissing my neck, my Adam’s apple, my chest.

Her nails scratched over my abs, making me groan when her breasts brushed over the bulge in my pants. Nasrin’s eyes turned darker, hooded with lust, when they flickered from my face to my pants. I bit my lip and watched my beautiful wife undo my belt.

“May I?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice lowering an octave. “I want to see you naked first.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Nasrin teased, leaning up on her knees and removing the straps of her dress. I helped her remove the dress and swore under my breath. She wasn’t wearing a bra that whole time. Her breasts were round, with dusky nipples poking through the cool air. I swallowed the lump in my throat, noticing the black lace thong covering her heated sex.

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