11ElenaMy cheeks and ears turned warm as Zayed’s hot breath fanned against them. He pulled back, but his gaze was heavy on my skin. I wanted to pull away or hide under the table whenever he stared at me with such an intense look. He always unnerved me, no matter how strong I get. I didn’t like that about him at all. “Elena,” my mother’s voice pulled me out of my head. “Tell Sultan about your engagement. You are going to meet him here, after all.”I took a deep breath and looked at Zain. His face was unreadable when I continued, “I am planning to get engaged with Prince Samir of Fatima. He will be here in a day, and I hope that you and Khalid will give us your blessings.”Khalid was confused, but nodded slowly. Zain tilted his head, his eyes fierce. “I would like to meet him first. Prince Samir is a good friend, and his father has always been present at the council, advising us when we were young. But are you sure, Elena?” His eyes flickered to the tall baby beside me, who was either
12Elena“Zayed, I am coming in if you don’t say anything. I don’t care if you are naked or having an orgy.” I yelled through the doors, glaring at the guard outside who snickered hearing me. “Fine, I am coming in.” I grumbled and pushed the doors open, squeezing my eyes shut and closing the door behind me. When I didn’t hear any taunt, I opened my eyes to find his room empty. His clothes, a white tunic and dark pants that he wore at breakfast were scattered on the floor with sheets of his bed rumpled. A book was half open on the bed as I looked for him. I found a cork of a wine bottle and sighed, looking up at the ceiling. He would never listen to anyone but himself. “I am in here, you selfish witch.” His muffled voice came through the bathroom as I took a deep breath and readied myself to handle a drunk Zayed. I could hardly control a sober one, a drunk or high Zayed was worse. I swallowed the lump in my throat and leaned against the door frame, watching him in the bath. The roo
13ZayedGod, what the fuck was I doing? Getting a handy from her of all people in my bathroom?But I would not regret it. I had been in my own dark thoughts since I heard the news of her engagement. Or the possible engagement. I knew since we were kids that there would never be things between us. She came from a reputed family while I was an orphan. She would not settle for a Sheikh who earned the title just because he was a close friend of the sultan and a prince. I knew that, but the reality of her upcoming engagement still sucked. The absurd thought of her getting married and having princely babies with that jerk made me want to throw something. Anything. But then she had appeared, looking exhausted with bags under her eyes and looking at me like I was all-for-free buffet. Which, I admit, I was for her. Just her.And somehow, despite the gnawing ache in my heart, I wanted to help her soothe off the stress of solving the mystery murder. Of course, I could just tell her I helped R
14ElenaHe was a beast. I was sure. He was not a man. Maybe growing up with horses, he had turned into one. No doubting after seeing his stamina by making me cum with his mouth in his bathroom. “Zayed,” I complained, useless and limp on my back in his bed as I stared at his ceiling. “I… can’t. Too sensitive.”“Of course, you can, my little witch,” he crooned against my inner thigh, his hands gliding up my waist to squeeze my breasts. I bit my lip watching him, his long fingers pinching the pink, sensitive nipples as my legs shivered, loosely wrapped around his hips while his fingers teased me. “I already came twice.” “And?” He raised his brow, his cock hard between my legs. “I want to make you cum again and again. Give me two more orgasms, and then you can sleep.”“I will pass out,” I said, trying to get away from him. He was stubborn. He wouldn’t listen to me. But he followed me, stalking me like a wildcat when I tried to back into his headboard, pinning my hands down and wrappi
15ZayedMy dick twitched, feeling the hot breath of Elena brushing over its length. Her green eyes were glaring at me as I stayed on my knees, holding her close and waiting for her to either suck me or bite me. It was scary how the idea of both of the options turned me on. I was a sick person. But my little witch was, of course, not pleased by the current situation. She said, “Beg me to suck you off, Zayed.”“I don’t think you are in a position to ask for the begging, sugartits.”I groaned, holding her wrist when her fingers dug into my right abdomen, just around the stitches of my stab wound. Fucking hell. “Elena…”I took a sharp breath when she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her cruel fingers still caressing my wound. I glared at her when she smirked at me. “Come on, I know you love running that mouth of yours,” she taunted me. “I have heard you begging for me before. You can do it again, can’t you, Sheikh?”“I am not begging you—” I stopped my words when her finger ca
16ElenaOur shoes clapped against the marble floor when we entered the hall in Al Naeem’s manor. They were our neighboring state’s royals and had helped a lot during and after The Great Sand War. Most royals and sheikhs had arrived for the council meeting, and a long circular table was placed under the chandelier with various delicacies of sweets, curries, breads, cakes and golden goblets full of arak. “It looks more like a party than a meeting,” I said under my breath. “We have to hold it out for an hour,” Zain chuckled and looked at me. “Think you can do it?”I shook my head, “I bet five hundred golden coins that Sheikh of Al Naeem will start a fight before the main dish is served.”He hummed and looked at the said sheikh, who was hollering and drinking straight from the bottle. “What about the Sayyida? I believe she is missing, and the questions about her affair will break the main conflict before we get seated.”I shook his hand. A golden ring with obsidian stone on his finger
17ZayedI moved her hair from her neck and placed a small kiss, licking her hammering pulse, slowly tugging up the hem of her dress. She sighed and relaxed in my arms, allowing me to unzip her dress, peel it off of her pale skin and bare herself to me. She must have been really worked up from the meeting if she was being so easy without any fighting or starting an argument. I could help her relieve her stress, do anything she wanted, and all she had to do was ask. Her breathing increased when I carefully placed her heel clad feet on my thigh. Her fingers dug into the arms of the armchair as I kept aside her heel, repeating the action on her other foot, rubbing my thumb on her ankle. She was always sensitive to my touch, even all those years ago when we were horny teenagers and used to fool around every alone time we would get.I grinned, seeing two guns, and daggers strapped around her thigh. “Did you have to use them?” I asked, unclasping the holster and keeping it on the small tab
18ElenaEveryone stood up from their plush seats made of expensive silk when the guard announced the entrance of Sultan Zain in The Court Room. Everyone was dressed in their royal thwab, white cotton, embroidered silk and intricate designs were glimmering in the hall full of people who bowed when he walked by us. Even Zayed, who shouldn’t look as handsome as he did in white thwab, bowed down without any comment. The air was tense and serious. Sunlight poured through the transparent dome above the obsidian throne as he sat down, staring at us all. Sultana Nasrin was announced last, our heads still bowed when she walked past us in black and golden gown with her chin high and took the place beside Zain in a similar throne. He never wanted her to stand beside him, wanted her as his equal partner. If he hadn’t, I would have threatened to shoot him that day when he came to confess his feelings to her in Maahnoor. When the guards commanded to relax, we all took our places in the assigned