It took quite a while, but Ilyas finally managed to drag his gaze away from Ember's engorged breasts.
Damn her, damn her, damn her.
His body was now rigid with arousal, and he knew he was dangerously close to losing control. He had to make her leave before he ended up doing something stupid, but when he met her gaze to tell her that—-
FUCK.
Ilyas saw Ember's wide-eyed gaze glued to his cock - his fully aroused cock, goddammit - and he realized then and there he could not let his secretary stay a second longer.
When Ember saw the sheikh start to speak, she reacted without thinking—-and ended up placing a finger over his lips.
"Ssssh." Ember nodded at the direction of the kitten napping peacefully on the counter. "We can't make any noi—-"
Ilyas flung her hand away, and Ember nearly gasped at the heat in his gaze.
Oh my.
That could either be rage...or passion...or both.
And whichever it might be—-
All of it excited her...and oh, oh, oh—-
Why was he looking at her like that?
Had the sheikh finally figured out how much she wanted him?
Ilyas nearly groaned out loud at the dazed expression on his secretary's heart-shaped face.
Goddammit, Ember!
That look on her face told him three things.
First: the idiot actually knew Ilyas he had a hard-on because of her.
Second: the idiot finally realized that Ilyas also knew she wanted him back, and—-
Third: (which was the dumbest thing of all): none of this was apparently enough to make the idiot leave.
What the fuck, woman?
Instead of feeling terrified or even just righteously offended, his dummy of a secretary was actually staring at him now like she was eager to see him completely lose control.
What the hell was wrong with her?
Ember saw that the sheikh was about to speak—-
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
But off went her finger yet again, and oh, oh, oh, why did having the sheikh's lips under his finger making her want to writhe so, so badly?
Ilyas grabbed her hand for a second time and forced it back down. "Do that one more time," he growled, "and you'll regret it."
"Do what?"
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
Anger flashed in the sheikh's golden eyes. "You know what."
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
"Do you mean this?"
And so there it went again, with one shaking finger of hers pressed against his lips, and just as the demon prince had promised—-
Ah!
He had bitten her finger!
He had actually bitten her finger, and Ember found herself gasping more out of shock than pain when she felt his teeth sink into her flesh.
"You brute!"
Ilyas saw red. "What did you fucking call me?"
Ember could've bitten her tongue off the moment she realized what she had inadvertently yelled at him.
You are such an idiot, Ember Hallman!
She could've called Ilyas a royal bosshole to his face, and he still wouldn't be this furious. She could've even called him a motherfucker while at it, and Ilyas still wouldn't have minded.
But brute?
It was the worst thing she could've called him, but because she had completely forgotten how sensitive these royal sheikhs were when accused of being uncivilized (or in this case, brutish), the demon prince was now looking at her as if he wanted to give her ass a good hard spanking.
"Do you have a fucking death wish?"
Ember finally had her first taste of fear...even as she also felt her pussy start to quiver at the way fury underscored the sheikh's voice. She knew this could be her last chance to salvage things, but what she ended up crying out was—-
"I'm just being honest!"
Ilyas stared at his secretary in angry disbelief. "What the fuck?" Why was she stupidly provoking him like this? Didn't she realize how close he was to completely losing control?
"You are one!"
Ilyas felt like he was losing his mind as he watched Ember's lusciously huge breasts jiggle with every word she threw at him. It really did seem like his secretary had a death wish, and his dick was just raring to give her a taste of la petite mort.
Ember could feel herself trembling under the sheikh's enraged gaze. She knew that the safest thing to do right now was to keep her mouth shut, but instead she heard herself say, "I mean it!"
"You stubborn little fool," Ilyas roared. "If you don't take those fucking words back—-"
Why couldn't he just stop threatening her? Didn't he realize by now that was just going to make her want to provoke him even more?
"You're going to fucking pay for your stupidity—-"
More threats, seriously?
Ember glared up at the sheikh. "I don't care! You—-"
"Go ahead and fucking say it," Ilyas snarled, "and I'll make sure to shut that mouth of yours—-"
Why wouldn't he just stop threatening her so she could stop provoking him?