All Chapters of MARRYING MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCEE: Chapter 411 - Chapter 420

Perhaps it was the knowledge that she was forbidden that made her even more alluring? Isn't it human nature to want the things you can't have the most?Living under the same roof as her threatened to be purgatory, he acknowledged grimly, even taking into account the vastness of the palace. Even worse, he had promised his father that he would cut back on his trips abroad so that he could spend more time attending to matters of state. It would be many years before Hazem could rule Qubbah, and King Kabir had already made it clear that, on his death, he expected Ahsan to rule until Hazem came of age.Ahsan loved his homeland, but he was going to miss his freedom. He had always enjoyed spending time at his homes in London, St. Tropez, and New York, and up until recently, he’d kept mistresses at all three locations. Out of respect for his father, he’d always kept his affairs discreet, and he certainly could not invite his lovers to the palace. But he had a healthy sex drive, and he could se

"And he is heir to the throne—a little fact that you forgot to mention at Ingledean when you persuaded me to bring him here," she said icily. I suppose you were too busy making up all that rubbish about your father being on his deathbed—so ill that he could not possibly fly to England to visit his grandson. "You lied to me." She rounded on him bitterly. You led me to believe that the King might only have a short time left and that he was desperate to see Hazem before he died. "But your father is no closer to death than I am," she snapped. "For a man of eighty, he looks as fit as a flea."She was so burned up with anger because Ahsan had manipulated her into doing his bidding that she missed the warning glint in his eyes. "You tricked me into bringing Hazem here, but you are not keeping him." It was his father’s wish that he should spend his childhood at Ingledean with me. "I know what Farhan wanted," she flung at him, pushing her tumbling flame-colored curls over her shoulder with an

"Oh, I will please you, Kate," he said softly, but it sounded more like a threat than a promise, and she twisted her head wildly and bucked her hips—until she realized that her actions were having a profound effect on his already aroused body. "Don’t stop," he mocked, when she ceased the frantic movements that had brought her pelvis into direct contact with the solid ridge of his throbbing manhood. "But you’re wearing too many clothes."With deft movements that proclaimed his expertise in the art of undressing a woman, he one-handedly unfastened the row of tiny buttons that ran from Kate’s throat to her waist and pushed the edges of her blouse apart to reveal small breasts cupped by a gossamer-fine bra. Her nipples were clearly visible beneath the sheer fabric, and he brushed his thumb gently across one peak and then the other, until she was desperate for him to caress her naked flesh.His gaze locked with hers as he unhooked the clasp at the front of her bra and bared her breasts. Wi

Soon the walls of the fortress were no longer visible, and the desert seemed vast and intimidating. The sun was sinking below the horizon, and the streaks of gold and red that stained the sky were fading to purple as night fell with surprising swiftness. Kate’s palms were clammy as she gripped the steering wheel. She switched on the headlights and stared intently through the windscreen. Zaid had said that Al Razir was ahead, but he hadn’t mentioned that the road forked, and she had no idea which way to go. She reasoned that it had to be straight on.She had no recollection of turning from one dusty track to another on the way to the palace, but if she was honest, the journey to Ahsan’s home had been an endless blur of sand.After driving for another half hour, it became obvious that she had taken the wrong road. The lights of Al Razir should surely be visible by now, but instead the blackness was thick and oppressive, and the road had changed from a reasonably flat surface to a narrowi

Jamila had said that Ahsan had been in love with the bride his father had chosen for him. She did not know why he had not married her, but surely it proved that he could fall in love with the right woman—and he’d made it clear that that woman was definitely not her.Ahsan’s brows winged upward in the look of haughty arrogance she knew so well. "Love is a vastly overrated emotion, I’ve always thought," he said coolly. "But if you need another reason other than the fact that we practically combust whenever we’re within five feet of one another, you can console yourself with the knowledge that we both love Hazem and we are both determined to be good parents to him."He reached out suddenly and caught her chin, tilting her face so that he could stare into her eyes. Kate immediately focused on his mouth, and her tongue darted out in unconscious invitation. She was facing the most serious decision of her life, but part of her wished he would stop talking and just kiss her senseless before t