Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26675 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
"—-with my cock!"
Ember's words died in her throat.
Uh...say that again?
Did he just threaten to shut her mouth...with...his...cock?
Ember's mind spun.
Oh my god, finally, I mean—-frighteningly! This is so...frightening...ly.
A few more seconds passed.
(No do it, no do it, no do it, no do it)
But in the end, she heard herself whisper, "You are a brute."
Ilyas' face whitened. "Damn you."
What happened after that was a blur, and the next thing she knew, she was already on her knees on the living room rug and the demon prince was looming over her with a deliciously terrifyingly ruthless expression on his too-gorgeous face.
"Let me go!"
Ember struggled to free herself even as her inner folds started to swell and thicken.
"I fucking warned you!"
The sheikh's voice was thick with rage and lust, and the sound of it was making Ember's pussy quiver like crazy. Is he really going to do it?
Ilyas grabbed a fistful of Ember's auburn locks to hold her in place while he unbuckled his belt. A part of him was just waiting for her to scream and struggle, but all his secretary did was struggle and glare at him.
She really was fucking asking for it, but-—
Are you really going to do this, Ilyas Al-Masri?
He yanked her head back, and defiant gray eyes clashed with his.
"You asked for this, damn you."
(Yes, yes, yes)
"I told you to leave," Ilyas growled. "I told you not to say those fucking words. I gave you every possible chance to leave, and all you had to do was obey me. That was all you had to do, but you fucking didn't."
Ember's heart started to pound as she watched him slowly unzip his pants. Am I dreaming this up? Moisture started coating her folds, and her heart pounded faster and harder when she saw Ilyas reach inside his pants—-
H-h-h-h-huge I mean, h-h-h-help!
Ember's mouth went dry at the sheer size of Ilyas' cock. There were times she'd have to attend social gatherings as a representative of the royal family, and it was in those parties she would occasionally hear Ilyas' former one-night-stands talking about him.
They would often rant about his cold and hard attitude, but they would also typically end up raving about his dick and gush about how long it was. They would lick their lips as they talked about how hard it was, and then they would sigh because they all missed having something that thick ramming in and out of their pussies.
And now I get it, too, Ember thought dizzily. Everything they said about the sheikh's massive cock was true, and she didn't even realize the sight of it had her wetting her lips until she saw the sheikh freeze—-
"What the hell?"
Ember froze as well.
I'm busted.
Ilyas couldn't believe what he had just seen...and what it fucking meant.
"Is this turning you on?"
"No!"
"Then why the fuck did you wet your lips," Ilyas growled, "like you couldn't wait to have a taste of my cock?"
Ember didn't dare open her mouth to answer him. How could she, with his violently twitching dick just a kiss away from her lips?
"I'm right, aren't I?"
Ember felt like she was about to melt into goo.
The demon prince was crooning.
She had heard the other women talk about this, too, and they were so, so right. The sound of it alone could make every part of a woman's body ache, and she knew this because it was already happening.
Aaaaaah.
Ilyas could hardly wrap his mind around what he was seeing. His secretary looked like she was about to throw herself at him any moment. Looked like she was about to fucking die if she didn't feel his hands on her soon.
"Have you always wanted me like this?"
Ember shook her head.
"Liar."
"I'm n-not—-"
"Then why have your nipples been fucking erect the moment I came here?"
His secretary cried out in outrage, but Ilyas didn't give a fuck.
"Admit it," Ilyas crooned. "You want me—-"
"Stop putting words in my mouth," Ember finally managed to choke out.
"What for? So I can stuff your mouth with something else?"
The lazy amusement in Ilyas' glittering gaze was something Ember knew she was better off ignoring.
(No say it, no say it, no say it, no say it)
But in the end she still heard herself whisper, "You brute..."
Chapter Two
Ilyas yanked her head back without warning, and as Ember's lips parted in surprise, the sheikh thrust his cock forward...and all the way down to her throat.
Oh God.
Tears stung her eyes, and Ember gagged and choked while nearly seeing stars.
The sheikh pulled his cock out. "Poor little chick."
Little chick?
"Is my cock too big for you?"
Oh God, he was crooning again.
"Too thick?"
Ember finally managed to come up with enough brain cells to answer him back. "You wish—-"
The sheikh shoved his cock back into her mouth, and she could no longer speak.
Damn her. Damn her. Damn her.
Ilyas could see and feel Ember struggling to fit his cock in her mouth, but the sight only made him want to fuck her even harder.