Page 23 of The Sheikh's Fake Fiancée

If she was writhing earlier, she was thrashing now. Every part of her body was jerking and twisting, until she suddenly froze and shattered with a short, sharp cry, her whole body convulsing in orgasm.

He stayed with her, tasting every bit of her glorious essence. Then he moved over her once again, one-handing his cock while balancing much of his weight on his other hand as he aligned himself to her wet little pussy. He plunged deep inside her, her welcoming slickness gaining him entrance.

Hell, yes.This was living. This was everything!

He stroked deeper and harder, his rhythm fierce and relentless. But he was too closing to coming while she appeared to be halfway there after already orgasming under his mouth. He needed to stop…then start over

He pulled out of her and she mewled with disbelief, her aroused stare turning faintly accusing. He grinned at her as his huge wet dick hovered between them like a red flag to a bull. Then he clasped her hips and flipped her onto her stomach, his lust surging at her heart-shaped ass and the slippery, inviting wetness shining from her pussy.

“I’m not finished yet, shortcake. But I know thiswillfinish you off nice and fast.” He pulled her up onto all fours, and without preliminary, he rammed his length inside her. He wasn’t even close to gentle, his strokes bordered on brutal. But the forceful pressure sent her into climax fast, her inner muscles clutching at him as she whimpered with pleasure.

Holy fucking shit.His seed released in a hot torrent, the savage intensity taking away his breath. Still joined, he took her with him as he collapsed onto his side, pulling her back to his front, his arms curling around her.

He squeezed his eyes closed and breathed in her honeysuckle scent. He was never going to let her go. Somehow, he’d convince her that she should become his wife for real.

With that decision made, he succumbed to sleep, the daytime slumber a rare occurrence.

Perhaps that was why he immediately began to dream. At the back of his mind he was conscious it wasn’t real, that it was a memory he was re-enacting, yet another part of him lived through it all over again as though for the very first time.

A door banging open alerted him to something being wrong. He jackknifed in his bed, fully awake even before his father’s senior advisor stumbled into his bedroom. “I’m so sorry to wake you, but your mother needs you.”

He frowned, climbing out of bed then and automatically pulling on some clothes. “What kind of trouble?”

“I-it’s your father. H-he’s dead.”

He was suddenly at his father’s bed, his mother’s screams filling the air as he gazed in ever-increasing shock down at his father’s still and bloody form. “Who did this?” he asked the advisor and the security standing around the bed. “Who did this!” he roared.

The head of security answered. “I have my men looking through security footage now, Sheikh Kain. It will only be a matter of time before we find the right angle to identify the perpetrator.”

Kain nodded. “Tell me when you do. I want to personally take care of him.” He nodded toward his mother. “The doctor is on his way?” At the advisor’s unsteady nod, Kain said, “Good, she’ll need something for the shock.”

“What about you, Sheikh Kain?” His father’s advisor—Kain’s advisor now—asked. “This is too much for anyone to—“

“I’ll live.” Unlike his father. “Avenging my father’s death will be the only pill I’ll need to swallow.”

The head of security nodded, seemingly impressed. Kain turned back to his advisor. “I’ll need you to arrange the funeral.” He turned to everyone else, eyeing each of them personally. “None of this gets out to the public. As far as anyone else needs to know, my father died peacefully in his sleep.”

Their consent was instant. There was no valid reason for the general public to know the truth.

That Kain just wanted his father buried peacefully after such a brutal death was one more way to see that he didn’t give into the grief and horror swirling inside him. The men around him, his people in general, needed a strong ruler and that was what he’d give them.

Chapter Fourteen

Zania spent long minutes watching Kain sleep. He looked so young and relaxed in repose, with all his worries and concerns seemingly out of his head. He flinched and she shook her head. Maybe not everything had been forgotten. Something plagued him while he slept.

Right then he even looked a little…vulnerable.

He always seemed so invincible. He took care of things. Protected those he loved.

Her breath shuddered out. He’d destroyed his father’s killer, and she sensed he’d destroy for her, too, if necessary.

Would he as easily destroyherif she did him wrong?

What? Like suspecting you might be pregnant to another man?

She sighed fretfully. What would he do if he knew she was actually contemplating seeing Tabari tomorrow? Not because she had feelings for the man, far from it, but she was desperate for some sort of closure, along with an explanation about his sudden departure and his treatment of her.

She swallowed hard. That Tabari could be the father of her unborn child, if she was pregnant, made her feel faint. She didn’t want to be forever linked with the horrid man. She wanted tomorrow to be a goodbye forever scenario, not a renewal of whatever twisted thing they’d had.

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