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And then Kyria was yelling. “Are you freaking kidding me?”

Malik smirked. “Yes, I was.”

Kyria let out a wail of despair. “Are you really?”

“It’s all business,shaqifa. I promise. Surely you trust me?”

“I do, but...” She shifted restlessly on her feet.

“You still can’t help feeling jealous?”

“No.” Yes. “Of course not.” Of course she was.

Lueta.She was so fucking cute when she squirmed like that. Unable to resist it despite knowing the consequences, he bent his head down and gave her slim shoulder one little bite—-

SLAP!

Hyacinth jumped back in shock while Kyria let out a gasp of misery. “I am so sorry!” Oh, these stupid reflexes of hers! Although the sheikhhadsucceeded in training her in Contini, the air appeared to be different in Ramil, and her knee-jerk responses to his touch had thus returned with a vengeance.

The sheikh, however, was laughing, while Anisah had a resigned expression on her face. If in the past seeing Malik and Kyria yelling at each other was a common occurrence, these days Kyria’s violent reactions to the sheikh’s affections were the new norm.

Seeing Hyacinth still looking troubled and no doubt wondering if Kyria was about to be sentenced for raising a hand against a member of the royal family, Malik assured the younger woman with a grin, saying, “There’s nothing to worry,anisdi.It’s just her way of showing how intensely she loves me.” His smile turned sly. “If you know what I mean.” And then he coughed,“My woman is a sadist.”

Hyacinth’s jaw dropped and even Anisah looked stunned.

Kyria turned red.“Malik!”

The sheikh’s shoulders were still rocking with silent laughter by the time they made it back to his chamber while Kyria was still seriously considering wearing a paper bag over her face for the rest of her life. She was already treading on thin ice with the court’s most conservative members as it was, having fallen in love with a man whom she should have only seen as a brother.

And now this!

“There were maids who overheard you,” she cried out at Malik. “In no time at all people will start thinking I’m this whip-wielding sexpot—-”

Malik’s dark gaze gleamed. “So you’re into whips then?”

“What? No!” But...why was he asking that? She looked at him doubtfully. “Do you mean you would if—-”

The sheikh threw his dark head back with a rich laugh. “You really are a sadist,shaqifa.”

“I’m n-not, and will you stop calling me that?”

“Are you certain about that?” The sheikh’s voice turned into a purr. “Because if you are serious about that request, then I will of course refrain from ever calling you my little sister again.” And in the next breath, the sheikh suddenly lifted her up in his arms, causing Kyria to gasp.

“Malik!”

The sheikh pressed her back against the wall, and her breath caught as she felt his hands reaching under her robes—-

Oh.

His fingers had found the hem of her panties, and just like that, they were torn apart, scraps of lace falling down to the marbled floor.

Glittering dark eyes found hers. “Now then...”The sheikh’s voice was the most dangerously irresistible embodiment of sin. “Tell me. May I call you my little sister while I fuck you?”

Her face flamed. “M-Malik—-”

His hands moved, and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist while she held on to him.

In the next moment, she felt his enormous cock rubbing against her folds, already slick with her need.

“Decide,shaqifa.What do I call you?”

Love beckoned, desire lured her in, and she was lost.

“I want my big brother to fuck me now,” she heard herself whimper.

And so he did.

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