Page 52 of Dirty Wild Sultan

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“Fuck,”I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair when he plunged inside me.

Zain’s jaw was clenched, holding my waist as the edge of the desk dug into my ass while he fucked me in his study. It had been a few weeks since our date night on the roof where we had sex for the first time after getting married. Since then, it was like a switch had been flicked on that changed both of our libidos for the better, and we both couldn’t get enough of each other.

Always sneaking away or meeting somewhere in the palace because of our busy schedules and losing ourselves in each other’s bodies. I was always on my toes wondering how he would use his tongue, which position he would fuck me, and how he would order me to stay quiet, to not get caught. It was thrilling.

I moaned, trying to stifle it into his shirt, which smelt heavenly from his musky cologne. “Harder, Zain. I am so close,” I whimpered, lowering my hand to hold on to his arms, the sleeves of his shirt rolled over his elbows.

“Hang in there, Nasrin,” he whispered, looking down between us, watching our unison and using his thumb to rub my sensitive nub.

We both released together after two more thrusts, my toes curling in my sandals and body writhing as he held me close when our orgasms rocked through both of us.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep and husky when he pulled away, fixing his clothes.

“I am.”

“That’s good—shit. I didn’t use a condom,” Zain swore, quickly cleaning himself with tissues and apologizing to me constantly and dialing a number on his phone. “It’s okay, I will talk to a doctor and we can have a checkup just to make sure we are not…”

He cut his words off when the doctor picked up the phone. I had already straightened out my dress and seeing my husband panic so much because he was afraid of forgetting to use a condom once irked me. I had noticed, however horny we might be, he always made sure he was wearing protection.

That might be the first time I had felt him raw inside me since we’d married.

I leaned on my toes and ended the call before he could book our appointment with the doctor. I ignored his shocked look and said, “You don’t have to worry so much for not wearing a condom once, Zain. I am on birth control pills. I have told you before.”

“But you know I liked having an extra layer of protection in case… in case something happens.”

I deadpanned, “In case I get pregnant?”

Zain sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want to talk to you about it right now, Nasrin.”

I watched him finish buttoning his shirt and organize the papers on his desk that we had ruffled. Taking a deep breath, I asked, “Would it be so bad to have a child with me, Zain?”

He replied without a pause, “Yes.”

I could see the widening of his eyes at the truth he had just blurted. I straightened my spine and held my chin high as I turned and walked out of the study before he could see the gleam of tears in my eyes. I should have known better. At the end of the day, I was his wife and Sultana of Azmia, just as a title. He didn’t see me as his wife. I was foolish to think that something might have changed between us after all this time.

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Zain

Ihad lunch in my study, trying my best to ignore the lingering scent of jasmine and musky feminine scent. I had told her that having a child, getting her pregnant, was a terrible idea. I was stupid.

Groaning, I pinched the bridge of my nose. I didn’t mean to voice it like that, but I was annoyed with myself for forgetting to wear protection when I knew the risks. The risk of having a baby and turning into my father. Hurting both Nasrin and our child. I couldn’t bear to think about it.

“You called me, Sultan?” One of the staff entered the study, bowing his head.

“Arrange a different room for me tonight,” I said and added, “Don’t let Sultana worry about it.”

He frowned, wanting to question me, but he knew who I was. So he agreed and left, leaving me to reflect on my choices.

After seeing her hurt and angry with me, I knew spending the night together in one room was the last thing she wanted. I didn’t want to cause her any more trouble than I already had.

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“Why didn’tyou have dinner with us?” Zara asked, walking with me and Khalid in the gardens. We used to do that a lot when we were kids, telling her about flowers and playing with her.

Khalid gave me a look and said, “Because he and Nasrin had their first fight.”

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