"—-you've learned your lesson."
Did this mean—-wait, what?
But the sheikh was already walking away, and all Ember could do was stare after him in numb shock.
Was that really all he was going to say?
Chapter Three
"No more..."
She tried to escape, but the man she loved caught her without trouble and forced her to bend over the vanity.
"Please..."
Khadem met her gaze through the gilded mirror in front of them, and Prue's breath caught at the lust in the sheikh's eyes.
"One last time," her fiancé said hoarsely, and Prue didn't have a chance to say no, with the prince already pounding back into her from behind.
Oh God.
"Now tell me who you love," Khadem ordered.
"You," Prue sobbed out.
"And will you talk to Klaus if he says 'hi' to you?"
The question caught Prue off guard, and as she tried to think of what to say, Khadem's hand landed against her ass, and Prue cried out in shock.
"Wrong answer," the sheikh growled.
What?
"But I didn't even say any—-"
Khadem spanked her ass again, and Prue let out another cry.
"Khadem!"
But her pleas only fell on deaf ears, and a salacious rhythm soon emerged as every pounding thrust of his cock was immediately followed by the loud smack of his palm against her aching bottom.
Pound! Slap! Pound! Slap! Pound! Slap!
The whole thing sounded so vulgar.
So filthy.
But more than anything else, this whole thing was so...so obscene, since they also happened to be fucking in the lobby's powder room—-
"I can feel your pussy squeezing my cock," Khadem growled into her ear. "Are you thinking about how everyone outside can hear us fucking?"
Oh God.
How did he know—-
"I'm right, aren't I?" Khadem punctuated his words with a slap that was more forceful than the previous ones, and she could only whimper as the stinging flesh of her bottom actually sharpened her pleasure.
"Naughty, naughty angel..."
All she could do was whimper with Khadem pounding into her harder and harder.
"I love you, angel."
The words were all it took to send Prue's body spiraling into a climax, and as she helplessly moaned his name out, she heard Khadem groan hers at the same time-—
"Prue, God..."
Khadem thrust into his angel's pussy one last time, and her cries bounced against the wall as he filled her up with his seed.
BACK OUT IN THE LOBBY, Ember strove to keep her face straight as those walking past her threw scandalized looks at the powder room behind her. All in a day's work, Ember thought in amusement, when one was employed by a Huznan sheikh.
Ten more minutes passed before the youngest of the Huznan princes, Sheikh Khadem Al-Masri, finally stepped out. He was the only one among his brothers who had blue eyes instead of gold, and if the stories were to be believed, he had also been the deadliest during the bloody years of Huzna's civil war.
Stepping out behind the sheikh was his fiancée, a lovely and flustered eighteen-year-old girl whose angelic aura was a startling contrast with Khadem's air of danger.
The sheikh kept a possessive arm around Prue's waist as he introduced Ilyas' secretary. "Ember will speak to your dean on my behalf—-"
"Is that really necessary?" Prue asked uncertainly.
"You're now part of the royal family," Ember said gently. "There are safety protocols to be observed, and we need to make sure that your university abides by them."
A limousine was already on standby when they stepped out of the hotel, and Prue couldn't help thinking how inordinately sweet her fiancé was acting when he dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead.
But when his lips moved down to her ear, it was then he whispered, "I want you to promise you'll think of me fucking you the whole day."
Sigh. She should've known he was only putting on an act.
Khadem stepped back and smiled pleasantly at his fiancée. "Be a good girl and do as I say, yes?"
Prue was still blushing at Khadem's words even as she followed Ember into the backseat of the limousine. What Khadem had asked her to do was insane, but...she also knew this early on that she was going to do it, too.
In the meantime, however...
Prue turned to Sheikh Ilyas' secretary with a hesitant smile. "I'm sorry Khadem gave you additional work because of me. I hope this doesn't inconvenience you too much."
"You have nothing to worry about," Ember assured the younger girl. "I'm very glad to do this since—-" Ember flashed a grin. "I'm getting paid quite handsomely for it, too."
Prue couldn't help being charmed. "You're so..."
"Unexpected friendly," Ember guessed, "considering I'm working for a demon prince?"
Prue gasped.
"Or shall I say the demon prince?"
Prue did her best to stifle her laughter...but failed. "Oh my gosh. I can't believe you just said that about Sheikh Ilyas."
"You can just call him Ilyas, you know. He is going to be your brother-in-law."
"I find him terribly intimidating," Prue confessed. "More so even than the Crown Prince. Silly, right?"