How could he have been blind all this time about how lusciously hot his own damn secretary was?
He had never been the type to mix business with pleasure, and while he still considered fucking one's own staff a worthless risk, Ilyas also knew that this was only the beginning for him and his stubborn little chick.
Even just by looking at her now, and seeing her gray eyes fiery with rebellion, her trembling lips exquisitely swollen, and her nipples still pointedly pushing against her shirt—-
Ilyas wanted her again, and he wanted her even more because of the way she was struggling to conceal her need. Everything about her told him that Ember wanted him more than ever, and Ilyas would be more than fucking happy to return the favor and make her cum...if she did just this one thing.
Ember bit her lip as she watched the sheikh zip his cock back into his pants. Was this it then? Was it over? Just like that?
She looked up at him warily, and fire unfurled deep within her belly when she realized he had been staring at her all this time.
Oh God.
Those golden eyes of his were making her feel like he had her in a starring role for a porn movie, and the entire thing just happened to be written exclusively for the sheikh's pleasure.
"I want to return the favor, Ember."
The velvety tone of his words nearly had her shuddering anew. And what did he mean by—-
"I want to make you cum."
Oh.
"But before I can do that...you'll need to beg me for it."
What did he just say?
"Say you want me to make you cum."
A strangled gasp escaped her upon realizing she had actually heard him right. "Never!"
"Why not? You know you want to."
Oh God, he was crooning again.
"Beg me for it."
"No!"
"Last chance, Ember."
(No, yes, no, yes, no)
His fingers combed through her hair before fisting a handful of auburn locks.
(No do it, no do it, no do it)
And in the end, pride did and didn't win as she heard herself snarl out—-
"Just make me cum, damn you!"
The sheikh laughed, and the sound was as annoyingly cocky as it was heart-thumpingly sexy. "Good enough," Ilyas crooned, and all Ember could do was gasp as he suddenly swung her up—-
Where was he taking her?
—-and dumped her on the console table next to the front door.
Oh God, this is really it, isn't it?
Butterflies in her stomach giddily fluttered its wings as the sheikh took hold of her hands and guided her fingers into curling around the exposed marbled edges of the table.
"Hold tight."
And then he was ripping her panties off with one yank.
"You brute!"
But this time, the sheikh only smirked. "You get a pass for that since I deserve it, but call me that again, and you'll earn yourself a spanking."
She opened her mouth to yell at him but ended up having the sheikh push his finger inside of her mouth.
"Start sucking," the demon prince growled.
Oh God!
She knew she should tell him to go to hell, but instead she found herself sucking his finger hesitantly and awkwardly at first...until she heard him groan, and the sound gave her enough confidence to try sucking his finger like it was his cock.
Ilyas groaned. "You fucking tease."
She had never been one, but if it was him, she would likely adore being a tease.
"Who the hell taught you these things?"
Ember wished she could tell him that his question should've begun with a 'what' instead of 'who'. Everything she knew about sex came from inanimate sources, but with his hand already sliding between their bodies, and his fingers now stroking the painfully throbbing folds of her sex—-
All she could do was moan and suck harder on his finger...just as she felt his other finger slide into her pussy in one deep stroke.
Aaaaah!
Since she had never tried fingering herself the way he was doing now, even the mere width of his finger already had the walls of her pussy stretching open, and another moan broke out of her as the sheikh slipped a second finger inside of her.
"S-Sheikh..."
She barely noticed the demon prince shudder upon hearing her call out to him. All of her attention was now helplessly captured by how his fingers were fucking her faster and faster and faster until—-
"Sheeeeeeikh, oh God..."
Ilyas couldn't tear his gaze away from the sight of Ember's head falling back as waves of pleasure started pulsing through her violently trembling body. Why did everything about this girl seem so goddamn hot in his eyes?
Ember couldn't remember feeling so exhausted and satisfied as the last shudders of her orgasm faded, and the sheikh carefully withdrew his fingers from both of her holes.
Ilyas suddenly cupped her chin, and Ember's breath caught.
"I hope—-"
Was this the moment she had long been waiting for?
Had he finally realized that he was meant to love her all along?