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Like now.

Her eyes flew open, and she stared the ceiling in quiet desperation, doing her best but failing miserably in her attempt to ignore the way her body was throbbing with unquenched need. She twisted and turned on her bed, but somehow every movement only made her insides burn hotter.

Heaven on earth, but how she wanted him.

Malik.

The mere thought of his name had her whimpering, and then she felt it—-

Wetness gushing out of her, drenching her panties in seconds—-

Dear heaven.

How could she be so wet just by thinking about him? It was so impossibly embarrassing, and Kyria could only be grateful that the sheikh was probably still busy with his all-important call with the king.

This was so terribly insane—-

And yet...

Her body trembled as Kyria’s hand started drifting down.

So, so insane—-

Her breath hitched as her hand went down past her navel. Her eyes closed, and Malik materialized in her mind, so exquisitely vivid that she could practically feel the heat of his hard muscles—-

Kyria’s fingers slipped under her shorts, and a moan escaped her.

A sister shouldn’t touch herself while thinking of her brother.

But Malik wasn’t her brother. And so her hand went inside her panties.

She didn’t care if people thought this was sick.And so her fingers found her flesh.

Because he was the man she loved.

Another moan broke out of Kyria as her fingers started stroking her own quivering folds. She had never done this before.Never.She had always thought of it, yearned for it. There had been nothing more that she was tempted to do, but she had always held back, not touching herself as a punishment—-

Another moan spilled out of her as her thumb accidentally brushed against her clit, and the tiny nub of flesh stiffened.

Malik.

His name in her mind was as sinfully sweet as liquor-laced chocolate, but it also still felt horrendously wrong to think of Malik while touching herself.Wrong,she couldn’t help thinking, but even so it felt good, so, so good, like a stolen, erotic glimpse of heaven.

Kyria knew she should stop now, before it got worse, before it got too much, but instead she stroked herself again. Over and over, her fingers stroking faster, and she didn’t think it was possible to stop...until she realized she was being watched.

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FUCK.Malik’s entire body jerked when he saw where her fingers were.

Fuck.He watched her fingers begin to move, and his cock hardened like it was his own erection she was stroking to an arousal.

Her lips parted, releasing the sexiest little moan, and lust gripped his entire body.

He should turn away, forget what he saw, do nothing.

But instead the sheikh moved inside, his gaze never leaving her fingers.

Kyria.His beautiful Kyria was touching herself, and it was the hottest fucking thing he had ever seen.