The Sheik's Furious Bride (Love By Accident) (11 page)

She gasped at his threat, outraged all over again.  “Are you threatening to spank me?”

The smile that turned up his mouth wasn’t amusement, but something much more sinister. 
“I will do whatever is appropriate.  If you act like a child, then you will be treated like one.”

She gasped in her fury and balled her fists by her side. 
“
A
nd you think I’m acting like a child simply because I won’t tell you where I spent the last several hours?”

“Yes!”

“Well…” she couldn’t even fathom what she could say to that and was
so
dumbfounded that she was actually speechless.  “Go to hell!” she spat out, and was instantly ashamed that she’d resorted to foul language.  She’d always considered the use of those kinds of words the result of a lazy vocabulary and she strove to be articulate and precise.  But this man just brought out the worst in her!

He stopped and looked down at her, actually coming closer so she had to step back.  He did it again and again
, moving slowly forward
until she was pressed back against the wall behind her and her mouth went dry at the fury in his eyes.  She’d forgotten all of the things she knew he did to
people
, all the horrible, cruel torture.  Was she about to be thrown into a prison?  What kind of pain could he give out to her that wouldn’t show up at her wedding?

In the end, h
e didn’t toss her into jail, nor did he spank her.  But the final action was just as terrifying in some ways.  When he jerked her into his arms and lifted her high, possessing her mouth with his while his fingers slid into her hair, pulling her head back so he could deepen the kiss, she was stunned.  And the reaction that came upon her at that moment was
so
intense,
she couldn’t stop the wave of desire that slammed through her.  She kissed him back, pushing against him just as he pressed her harder against the wall. 
S
he felt his hands on her hips
, which
then slid
sensuously
downward
towards her
bottom
,
she had no idea what he was doing. 
When h
e pulled her
right
knee higher,
then her left knee while his opposite hand held her in place
and
then he
pressed his erection against her softness, she didn’t even care
about the lessons in propriety that had been drilled into her from such a young age
.  The
sumptuous
pressure was so perfect, so intense and she pressed herself against him, shifting ever so slightly so that she could feel that spark, that
strange and glorious
feeling
once more
.  Then again she
moved.  Over and over again
she pressed the lower half of her body against his groin, thrilled with the magic that he was doing to her while
her hands
tangled
in his hair and
pulled
him closer so she could kiss him
back
.

He pulled his mouth away and she whimpered, but when she felt his mouth on her neck, biting and kissing her there, nibbling on her ear lobe, she didn’t care any longer and she kept on shifting, feeling that intensity creep higher and higher. 

She
couldn’t
believe how much she needed this man, this movement.  It was an ache inside of her, creeping higher, gaining in intensity.  She pushed against him, pressed herself, shifted and moved.  And then, in a sudden flash of bright lights, her body splintered apart.  Her arms were wrapped around his neck, her body felt like it was all light and sound and every
cell in her body just throbbed
a
s
pleasure st
ole
through every muscle she had. 

When she opened her eyes
several minutes later
, the sunlight coming into the room made her blink and her whole body felt weak.  She looked up at
Hussan
, confused.  “What just happened?” she whispered.

He was holding her against him, her legs still wrapped around his waist with both of his hands on her very soft bottom while he held her in place. “I believe you just had your first orgasm with a man,” he whispered softly and kissed her neck.

Isla gasped and pushed
her hands against his shoulders
.  He let her legs drop down but kept his hold on her waist and she was glad for
that
, since her legs didn’t seem to want to hold her up.  When she finally ordered them to stop wobbling, she pushed away from him, running her fingers through her hair,
then
again when she realized that her hair was now a mass of tangles. 
Had he done that to her?
  Just another issue to be angry with him about, she thought, adding that to her list.

“I need to go,” she whispered
and blushed when her voice cracked and she had to steady herself with the wall behind her so she didn’t fall on the floor
.

Hussan watched in fascination as she recovered herself from her first onslaught of passion and his body ached to see it one more time.  And even more so, he wanted to bury himself into her softness and feel her climax while he was inside her.  He wanted her throbbing around him as she climaxed and not while they both had all of their clothes on. 

He shook his head and looked around.  He was in his office, anyone could walk through the door to ask him a question or give him information and all he could think about was tearing off her clothes and laying her on top of his desk to make love to her.  He cleared his throat and shook his head once again to try and clear his mind. 
“You still haven’t answered my question,” he said, grabbing her hand to keep her from leaving his office.

Isla was fighting back tears of embarrassment and couldn’t even look up at him when he spoke. 
“Please.  Just…” she shook her head and twisted her hand out of his grasp.  When she was free, she hurried out of the room, running down the hallway to the relative safety and security of
her room.  Or at least the room to which she’d been shown earlier. 

There, she crawled onto the large bed and buried her face in the pillows, uncaring that her makeup would be smeared and her eyes all puffy.  She couldn’t believe what a horrible day she’d had.  Her whole world had been turned upside down by a man who infuriated and confused her.  She didn’t know w
here to turn and had no one with
whom she could ask any advice.  She wanted to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of her life, unsure how she could face that man after what had happened in the office minutes ago. 

Hasan watched as his woman ran away from him.  He was still hard and aching for her, and not just for sex.  He painfully wanted to hold her and tell her that what she’d just experienced was beautiful and sexy and definitely nothing to be ashamed of.  But something told him that going after her now would
only
make things worse.  He’d give her a little time to get used to the idea of the passion they shared before talking to her again.  They were definitely going to talk though.  He liked the fact that anytime they touched, they seemed to go up in flames with each other.  He’d been expecting the opposite, but was sincerely glad that she wasn’t a beautiful, yet frigid woman. 

Yes, she’d make him the perfect wife in all ways.

Chapter
4

That woman was going to drive him insane! 

He couldn’t believe that he could oust a violent dictator, quell a rebellion, rebuild his country and yet he couldn’t even get his fiancée to meet him for dinner.  He’d sent word that dinner would be at eight o’clock sharp.  But when he’d walked into the dining room, he was alone.  He’d sent a servant to bring her to dinner and the servant returned ten minutes later with the news that his fiancée wasn’t hungry but to go ahead without her. 

He damn well would eat his dinner with her across the table from him!  “Have dinner served in her rooms then,” he snapped to the servant who was standing by nervously after relaying the information. 

Hussan
glared at anyone
, servant or advisor,
standing
between him and his recalcitran
t fiancée. 
Seeing the furious expression on his face, all of them quickly moved out of his way, pressing against the sides of the hallways to make room while his long, muscular legs ate up the distance. 

Running away earlier in the afternoon was one thing.  But hiding in her room for the rest of their marriage was definitely not going to happen.  He wanted her at his dinner table
, presiding over their meals and their children and anything else that came up.  T
hey needed to get to know each other and she was just being ridiculous
by this latest act of defiance against him
. 
Worse, this was a more public rebellion that he refused to accept. 

He didn’t even knock when he entered her room moments later but his eyes swept through the area, hunting her down as if she were one of his
prey
.  When he didn’t see her immediately, his mind instantly started to assume that she’d gone outside of the palace once again
just to defy him as retribution for their earlier argument
. 

But his eyes did one more
,
quick
sweep of the area and he found her in
one of
the
darker
corner
s
of the
lush
courtyard, sitting on a stone bench looking up into the night sky.  What she was looking at, he didn’t know or care.  All he was concerned about was that he’d finally found her.  He was hungry as well, both for food and for her. 

“You’re late for dinner,” he said as he stepped out of the bedroom and into her courtyard.  “I don’t like waiting for my meals.”

Isla stood up so suddenly her head started spinning.  That might also be because her breakfast had been interrupted by the news that she was to be married and she hadn’t had the stomach for lunch.  She was hungry, but had thought to slip out later in the night once the palace had quieted to find something to eat. 

She definitely didn’t want to eat with
Hussan
so finding him standing here, in her bedroom, looking so handsome and male and overwhelming made her heart race and her knees do that wobbly thing once again.  “Please leave!” she snapped back at him
and turned to the side so he couldn’t see her expression
.
She didn’t want him to notice that she was actually afraid of him. 

Or was she more afraid of herself?  She wasn’t sure, but having him here in her bedroom was making her heart race in a crazy fashion. 

He walked closer to her, seeing her nervousness but not caring.  He was furious that she would disobey him and still riding hard on the lust she’d generated in him earlier in the afternoon.  His mind kept thinking about her face as she
’d experienced her first orgasm
in his arms and fully clothed no less, and he couldn’t stop imagining what she will look like when they were n
aked and he was deep inside
her, giving her his body while she climaxed around him.  That image had broken through his concentration
throughout
so many meetings during the afternoon and he was furious with his lack of discipline. 

“When I send word that I’m expecting you at a certain time in a specific place, I will not be disobeyed,” he replied, walking towards her and trapping her in the corner of the courtyard.  Even in the dim light from the bedroom and the
sparse light from the
moon, he could see the terror on her lovely face.  He knew that her fear wasn’t for anything he might do to hurt her but what he could make her feel.  And that made his body react, quick and painfully. 

“I’m not hungry,” she stammered out and pressed herself against the wall again. 

“I didn’t ask if you were hungry.”

She looked to the side, down to the ground, anywhere but at him because he looked so wonderful. 
His white dress shirt was unbuttoned at the neck and she could see his dark skin with just a hint of black hair peeking out from the V where the fabric hadn’t been closed. 
“
I don’t
want to eat with you.”
  She swallowed painfully, a lump stuck in her throat that she couldn’t seem to dislodge. 

“I didn’t ask if you wanted to eat.  And since I’m in charge here, I can only assume that you staying here in your bedroom
was
an invitation for me to come here instead of us
eating
in the dining room.  I’m touched,” he said and reached out to caress her cheek.

She avoided his hand, but just barely.  “I didn’t invite you here!  You have to leave.”

He shook his head and moved closer.  “No.  I don’t have to do anything.  You see, I command you.  Not the other way around.”  His voice was soft, but very firm.