Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48620 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 243(@200wpm)___ 194(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
The sheikh took a deep breath. “There is one last thing that will be expected of you, and which unfortunately I have no time to repeal.”
“Repeal?” Harper was confused. “It’s a law that concerns me then?”
“A law that concerns you as my future queen, yes.” The sheikh’s tone was heavy.
Harper didn’t like the way the sheikh was talking. “You’re scaring me.”
“It’s nothing to be scared about,” Khalil said right away. “But it is also highly unorthodox.”
“Just spit it out,” Harper muttered.
“Very well.” And so he did.
Harper flew to her feet in shock. “Are you serious?”
“Unfortunately, it is the law, has been so for hundreds of years. I have already taken the steps to repeal it, but I do not believe it will be abolished before our wedding.”
So he was serious, Harper realized with a gulp. “I don’t think...”
“I promise you, Harper. I will take care of you, and I give you my word that you will have nothing to worry about.”
Chapter Seven
It was almost one in the morning when the sheikh joined Harper in his suite. She was already fast sleep, curled under the covers, and her hair spread against the pillows like a blanket of cinnamon-colored silk.
For a long time, he simply looked at her, letting his gaze feast on her delicate face. In her sleep, she looked even more innocent than usual, so much younger than her twenty-three years –
Was he really going to make this woman shoulder all the burdens of being his queen?
Most women would have jumped at his offer of marriage instantly – that was a given. Those women would only have thought about the money they could spend as his queen, the adulation they would receive, and the power and authority that came with the position. None of them would have bothered to worry about the duties that came with it, none of them would care – and because they didn’t care, being a queen would have been easy for them.
But it would be different for his Harper. He knew this deep in his bones, knew it the way a soul recognized its kindred. Duty and honor meant a lot to Harper, not only because she was Howard Griffiths’ daughter, but also because she was simply that kind of woman. She was, in many ways, born to be his other half, destined to care about the same things he did, destined to serve and suffer beside him.
Her life as his queen would be as much heaven and hell, and knowing this made the sheikh feel guilty. It almost made him want to tell her to forget everything, to forget him.
But he couldn’t.
Because he hadn’t been lying when he told her he needed her – and so did his kingdom.
WHEN HARPER WOKE, IT was to the unusual feeling of warmth, and of strong, hard arms wrapped around—-
Her?
She stiffened.
Was this a dream?
Her gaze roamed the room wildly, and reality crashed on her. She was in the sheikh’s private plane, she had fallen asleep in the suite Melina directed her to, and now she was sharing a bed with the sheikh.
Harper immediately tried to get up, but the arms around her tightened.
Shit.
A moment later, she was flat on her back, the sheikh looming over her as the covers fell from his body, revealing his naked chest.
SHIT.
“You’re awake.” His voice was scratchy from sleep.
“Sorry for waking you up,” she muttered while keeping her gaze firmly trained on his neck. Any other part of his body was definitely off-limits. “If you let me go, I can just move to another—-”
“This is where you belong, anisdi.”
“Umm, nope.” But the words came out a squeak as the sheikh suddenly moved, and this time he was now firmly between her legs, his phallus nestled against the folds of her pussy.
Her very wet pussy, which she had a nasty feeling he was much aware of because—-
“Why are you naked?”
The sheikh winced at the shrill tone. “I always sleep like this—-”
“But I’m here!”
She was still shrieking, but now that he was fully awake, it didn’t bother him as much now, and the sheikh’s gaze gleamed with amusement as he studied her flushed face. “All the more reason to be naked, anisdi.”
“This isn’t funny.” She was in bed with the sheikh, and he was naked. Her mind reeled, her teeth gnashed, but oh, how it made her pussy so much wetter. “Just let me go.” She pounded his chest and tried to shove him off but the sheikh was unmovable, and his powerful shoulders only rocked with silent laughter.
“I wanted to wake you up,” the sheikh murmured, “but I figured you needed more rest.”
Harper didn’t answer, concentrating only on trying to get him off her as she thrashed and struggled under his heavy body. She had to get away before he figured out how aroused she was.