The menacingly soft way he's drawled those words out makes me a little nervous, and so I bite my lip and say, "But Rashad—-"
The distraction works like a charm, and Mr. Mine's gaze narrows. "How did you know my name?"
"I heard Dr. Al-Masri use it earlier when he was talking to you."
"You know Adam?"
"I know of him." I look at him curiously. "How do you know Dr. Al-Masri?"
"We...share the same blood."
"Then...that means you're part Huznan as well?"
"Will it bother you if I say yes?"
I look at him in surprise. "Why should it?"
His gaze turns hooded, and I have a feeling what he's about to say matters a lot to him. "Most people are under the impression that men from...our kingdom are of a certain type."
Understanding dawns, and I look at him with sham terror. "Oh no! I forgot all about that, and now I'm so scared!"
Mr. Mine rolls his eyes.
I wrap my arms around myself in a gesture of self-defense. "Please don't hurt me, sir. Please—-"
His finger is suddenly on my lips, and I shut up in an instant.
"You've made your point," he says dryly.
But just as he's about to pull his finger off, something wicked this way comes, and before I know what I'm doing, I already have his finger in my mouth, and I'm sucking on it like his pointer is my favorite lollipop.
Mr. Mine curses hoarsely his breath, and lust oozes out of my pussy at the sound.
"Enough."
But this only makes me suck harder on his finger, and Mr. Mine breathes hard.
A moment later, I feel his hand cup my cheek, and he says gently, "Enough, Madeleine."
It's his first time to say my name, and his method of distraction also works like a charm. My lips part in shock, and it's my turn to ask, "How did you know my name?"
"Your grandfather called you Maddy, didn't he?"
"Oh." He sounds a little too smooth, but I'm probably just imagining things.
"I prefer Madeleine, though."
And when he says my name like he's making love to every syllable—-
I prefer it, too.
So much so that—-
"Say it again, please."
"Why?"
"Because I like how you say it."