The Sheikh's Forbidden Mistress by Brooke Jessica & Brooke Ella

Author:Brooke, Jessica & Brooke, Ella [Brooke, Jessica]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-04-18T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Outside were cacti and harsh sands filled with scorpions and snakes, but inside the sumptuous red silk cloth of the tent revealed a massive king bed with fluffy pillows and embroidered covers. Trudy still felt overwhelmed by the beauty of her surroundings, that much hadn’t changed. But…just as she was experiencing this oasis springing forth from the pain and venomous nature of the harsh desert, so too was she beginning to see that there was more to Barakaa’s need to control than just his superficial promises of sexual trysts.

The man had only come up to dance. No, she hadn’t liked it and was about to tell him off politely herself, but frankly, she’d been too shocked and unprepared for a man to be grabbing her rear to do anything about it. But that didn’t mean she wanted him to almost suffocate in front of her. Barakaa had done that. Hands that had tenderly caressed her in the limo and a body with reflexes lithe enough to save her from being squashed had worked in concert to nearly do the unforgivable. She fumbled for any idea of what to say as he paced before her like a restless jungle cat.

“You can’t screen me out forever.”

“I can’t understand why you’d do that,” she said, her voice small and tinny even to her own ears.

“Because you’re mine, but more than that, he touched you. I could see the discomfort on your face. He was embarrassing you and I could not let that stand.”

“True, but this is different,” she said, her voice still unsteady. “You were like a different person or, well…” she fumbled. “Maybe you were still that man who met me the first day, who was so mean to an intern who’d just fallen on her face. Sometimes, you’re here with me,” she said, gesturing down to the necklace that was still one of the most beautiful things she’d ever seen. It was a rare gift, just for her, but at the moment it felt incredibly heavy. “But sometimes I don’t know who you are.”

He stopped pacing and sat down on the bed next to her, and she couldn’t help but let him caress her face. Trudy was so drawn to him that even seeing the quick temper he held at bay couldn’t keep her from leaning into his touch. “Kitten…”

She blushed. “You used ‘love’ before.”

“And you tried to ignore it by getting up to dance.”

Biting her lip, she looked away, not ready to have those hazel eyes gaze at her again and pick apart her defenses. “I didn’t know how to respond.”

His hand suddenly found its way from her face to her breast, tracing along its contours and down to her stomach. His right hand trailed lower still and pushed against the fabric of her pants, the sheer material like gossamer between them. His fingers traced over her most secret lips and heat began ripping through her, igniting a fire inside her.

Trudy blinked and forced herself to stay rational.

“I don’t think I know how far to go.

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