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Harper’s eyebrows shot up.Territorial? Over what?

“And I was right, wasn’t I?” A grin underlined Malik’s tone.

“Go, all of you,” Khalil dismissed in disgust, but instead of the four men moving away, it was the woman by his side who tried to leave.

The other sheikhs sputtered in ill-suppressed laughter while Khalil pulled the woman back to his side. “Not you,” he growled.

“But I want to leave,” Harper growled back without hesitation. Just like with Khalil, she had never needed to pretend with the other sheikhs. They had known she was quite a cranky little B even when she was young.

When Harper tried to leave again, Khalil pulled her back once more, but this time punishing her with a short hard kiss on her lips. As her body stiffened, he lifted in his head, saying under his breath, “Try to leave me again, and I’ll be kissing another part of your body.”

And when his gaze slowly dropped to her heaving breasts –

Harper gasped in outrage. “You wouldn’t dare!”

The sheikh bared his teeth in a challenging smile. “Perhaps you’d care to find out now?” Their eyes collided, hers furious and his calm, but in the end she was the one to look away first – like they both knew she would.

Throughout this, the four other sheikhs were exchanging quiet looks, and all of them had the same thought in mind. Khalil had never gone after a woman, not even when a rockstar had taken away his then-fiancée Sapphiretwice.

Harper Griffiths was definitely different, but the question was – did Khalil know this, too?

Turning back to his cousins, Khalil said softly, “I will see you in the morning, brothers.”

The four merely nodded, knowing that this time Khalil was no longer joking.

And then they were alone, and Harper didn’t like it one bit.

“Now, can you let me go?” she muttered shrewishly.

To which the sheikh responded by tightening his hold on her waist –

And then he was lifting her up in the air, making her gasp, and the next thing she knew he had her flat on the table, made sparkling clean by the staff as soon as the dessert dishes were cleared. “No!” She tried to shove him away and sit up, but he was already pushing herabayaup to her waist, exposing her short dress and bare legs.

“Noooooo!” But this time, the sound came out a restless moan.

The sheikh pushed her legs wide open, and she shook her head wildly against the table. “No!” She tried pushing his head away, but it still came down, closer and closer –

His mouth touched her pussy, and she gasped, eyes flying wide as her body arched.

He started to lick her silk-covered folds, his tongue running leisurely against the crevice, and she moaned again, her body shuddering as it fell back to the table.

Oh God. Oh shit. Oooooooh—-

The fingers that once tried to pull his head away were now gripping his hair involuntarily, working to keep his head in place as his tongue stroked her pussy, again and again – and just when she thought it couldn’t get any better, it did, with the prince ripping her panties away.

“Oh!”

And then his mouth was on her pussy, his tongue lashing her sensitive, swollen skin.

“OH!”

His tongue thrust in, withdrew, and thrust back in.

Oh God, he was fucking her pussy with his tongue!

Her eyes squeezed shut as a strange kind of pleasure started coiling around her body, a mix of excruciating and exhilarating, making her want to scream‘stop’and‘more’at the same time. Her body began to buckle as the pleasure intensified, and her head began to turn. The words finally spilled past her lips, whimpers that were as incoherent as the thoughts that crowded her sex-drugged mind.

“Please. No. More. Please. Stop. God. Please. God.”