Owned by the Sheikh: An Erotic Romance Collection Page 9

  He snatched her wrist and pulled her two wet fingers to his mouth. Then he sucked them inside. The feel of his hot, wet mouth around her... the pressure of his sucking... made her wetter than she thought possible.

  “Oh, please. I beg of you, Master. Take me. Hard.”

  His eyes darkened to the color of midnight, sparks flaring in their depths. He drew her fingers from his mouth, then in a flash, he had both her hands pinned over her head with one hand. With the other, he pressed his hot cockhead to her opening and—

  She gasped as he drove deep into her in one stroke.

  She was pinned to the floor, his hips holding her tight, his cock deep inside her. Her passage was stretched around him, and a little tender... she could barely catch her breath... but she was so enormously turned on, she knew it would take very little to send her over the edge.

  He leaned down, his cheek pressing against hers, his lips at her temple. He shifted his hold on her wrists so he was holding each of her hands in one of his, fingers entwined.

  “Struggle against me,” he murmured.

  She pushed her hands against him, but he held her firmly in place. She tried to arch her body, but his bigger one held her immobile. Her movements, however, shifted him inside her and they both groaned in delight.

  He pulled back, then drove deep again.

  His cheek was still against hers, so she arched her neck forward and nipped his earlobe. He jerked back, his face turning to hers. The surprise in his eyes quickly faded and his lips turned up in a smile. He caught her wrists together again, freeing up one hand, and he wrapped it around her throat, his thumb resting under her chin, preventing her from biting him again.

  “I will punish you for that. But right now I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream.” He drove deep into her, eliciting a gasp.

  He pressed his lips to her ear. “And when you do, say my name.”

  Then he began to thrust in fast, hard strokes. Her body trembled as pleasure blossomed inside her, quivering through every cell in her body. A vortex of sensations swirled through her belly, radiating outward.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist, wanting him even deeper.

  He kept pounding into her, his big cock driving into her hard and fast.

  But she had to... Oh, God, no, her body resisted before the thought even formed.

  The pounding of his cock scattered her thoughts, but she plucked them back, knowing she had to...

  “Ohhh....” Tears swelled from her eyes at the exquisite pleasure of his big shaft gliding into her again and again.

  She sucked in air, then...

  “Vase.”

  He thrust deep on momentum.

  Then froze.

  Chapter 17

  Lily could feel Yasin’s body trembling against her. His cock twitched inside her.

  She didn’t dare breath. Waiting.

  His cock glided along her canal.

  Withdrawing.

  As soon as it slipped free, he rolled away and sat on the floor, his face turned away from her. He sucked in air as his giant pole stood quivering.

  She surged to her knees.

  “Yasin.” She rested her hand on his arm. “You did it. You were afraid you wouldn’t be able to restrain yourself, but even so close, you stopped yourself.”

  His gaze turned back to hers and the dark anger in his eyes took her breath away.

  Oh, God, what had she done? Had that been totally unfair of her?

  “You... did... that... on... purpose? Just to ensure I would stop if you wanted me to?” he demanded.

  She bit her lip and nodded.

  “I’m sorry, Yasin. It was unfair. I shouldn’t have—”

  He tugged her into his arms and planted his mouth on hers, his tongue thrusting deep. Then he pulled her back and stared deep into her eyes, his seething with dark desire.

  “You were as close as me and yet you stopped us. Just so I knew I could trust myself.” He stroked her hair from her face, gazing at her in awe. “You are an amazing woman.”

  She smiled, joy dancing through her.

  “So do you trust yourself now?” she asked.

  He chuckled, his eyes shimmering with a happiness she wondered if she’d ever see there again.

  “How can I not? You pulled me back from the brink. I was so close, I would have thought it impossible to stop, but your belief in me... and my need to protect you... allowed me to do what had to be done.”

  He pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue plundering her mouth. When he finally drew his mouth back, she laughed out loud.

  “I love you, Yasin.” She grinned broadly. “Now, please let’s finish what we started.”

  She pushed him onto his back and grabbed his marble-hard column, then climbed on top of him. She groaned as his thickness filled her again. On her knees, she pumped up and down on him.

  His arms wrapped around her and he rolled her onto her back. She whimpered at the loss of his cock inside her.

  “I’m in charge, woman,” he said, his eyes darkening again.

  “Yes, Master.”

  He laughed heartily, then rammed deep inside her.

  His gaze locked on hers, he began to thrust in fast, short strokes. Her body heated, as sparks skittered along her nerve-endings.

  “I. Love. Fucking. You.” he said in short gasps.

  Her breathing accelerated as he pummeled her with pleasure. The coiled heat in her stomach swelled, then shimmered throughout her body.

  “Oh, God, I’m going to...” She lost her breath, her body trembling.

  “You’re going to what?” he crooned, filling her in smooth, gliding strokes now. Caressing her insides with his thick, hard cock.

  She sucked in air, feeling dizzy with delight.

  “Come...” she barely whispered. “You’re making me—”

  He drove deep. She grasped his shoulders as her whole body flared with heat.

  “Come...” she moaned.

  “Ah, fuck,” he grated as he pounded into her faster. Then he jerked forward.

  She could feel him erupt inside her, plummeting her into ecstasy. She cried out, long and loud. Riding the blissful wave of passion.

  “Yes, come for me, my love,” he said as he continued riding her. Driving her orgasm on and on.

  Eons of delight filled her. Raging through her in waves of rapture. She sucked in air, then continued to moan.

  After what seemed like an eternity, his body slowed as her blissful state waned to one of sheer contentment.

  He lowered himself onto her, then rolled onto his side, taking her with him, his leg wrapped around hers, keeping their two bodies joined.

  She gazed into his smiling face and beamed back at him. He stroked her hair from her face, then kissed her. The tender touch of his lips sent her heart fluttering.

  She cupped his whisker-roughened cheek.

  “Yasin, that was incredible. Everything about it.”

  He grinned. “Even stopping?”

  “Yes, especially stopping, because that proved to you that you will always protect me.” She grinned. “And you started again with a renewed vigor. But don’t worry. I don’t intend it to become a regular thing.”

  He laughed. “Even if you did, it would be worth it.” His smile faded and his eyes filled with overwhelming love. “Because it means I can be with you. Forever.”

  “Forever?” she echoed.

  He drew back, the emotion in his eyes dissipating. “Forgive me. I did not mean to be presumptuous.”

  He stood up. She started to protest, but he scooped her into his arms and carried her into the living room and set her on the couch.

  “Yasin, I—”

  “Silence, my love.”

  He grabbed a cashmere throw from the armchair and wrapped it around her naked body. He stood up, his slack cock hanging heavily between his legs, and strode back into the bedroom. When he returned, he wore his suit pants again.

  He walked right to her, then sank to th
e floor. When he was on one knee, he reached into his pants pocket. When he pulled out a small, burgundy velvet box, her heart lurched.

  “My darling, Lily. I have known since I first met you that you are the woman I want to spend my life with. I bought this ring then in anticipation of the day when I would finally ask you to marry me.” He took her hand and brought it to his warm lips. “That day has finally come.” He opened the box and presented the diamond ring to her.

  But she couldn’t see it. Tears shimmered in her eyes and it was just a sparkling mass. She turned her gaze to him and, with a wide smile on her face, nodded.

  Then she found her words.

  “Yes, Yasin,” she uttered in a muted murmur. “Oh, yes.”

  Then she threw her arms around him and hugged him close.

  The blanket fell from her shoulders, leaving her naked in his arms. She stroked his cheek.

  “I love you so much,” she said, tears streaming freely down her cheeks.

  “And I love you. With all my heart. Whatever you want from me, I will give it. It may seem as if I am mastering you, but you are master of my heart.”

  “And you of mine, Yasin.”

  She hugged him even tighter, knowing that together they would both master their destiny. And live forever in the bliss of their potent love for each other.

  If you enjoyed Mastered by the Sheikh, you’ll love the rest of Opal’s Mastered By series, which includes:

  Played by the Master

  Mastered by the Boss

  Mastered by my Guardian

  Mastered by the CEO

  Mastered by her Captor

  Mastered by the Sheikh

  Note: Mastered by the CEO won the 2017 National Readers’ Choice Award in the Erotic Romance category!

  Debt of Honor

  Opal Carew

  Held captive by a domineering sheikh…

  …and made to pay for a crime she did not commit

  Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to such a terrifying situation. She is being detained in an exotic country by a devastatingly handsome sheikh who insists she has committed a crime and intends to make her pay. And it is clear that part of her punishment will be to share his bed.

  Caution: Includes lots of hot m/f, a little f/f, and a heart thumping, romantic, sexual adventure you won't soon forget!

  Chapter 1

  Angelica couldn't believe that hopping off a plane during a refueling stop to search for one-of-a-kind souvenirs could lead to so much trouble.

  She sat staring at the glossy mahogany desktop in front of her, wishing she still wore the light, cotton sundress she'd donned this morning. The unaccustomed heat pressed down on her like a heavy blanket, smothering her last few ounces of energy. She scooped up her long hair so the breeze from the overhead fan would cool her neck. The small relief it gave seemed an intense pleasure compared to the rest of this dreadful day, and she closed her eyes to savor it. This long, robe thing she'd been forced to wear covered too much of her, as far as she was concerned. She'd undone the top few buttons, but perspiration glazed her back and dripped down between her breasts.

  Why hadn't she stayed on that darned plane?

  She heard the door behind her open, and then close with a firm thump. Despite her curiosity, she sat still in the stiff, wooden chair, determined not to glance around.

  Who was it this time? Hopefully, not those two goons who had dragged her here. She had explained to them that she'd done nothing wrong, that in fact, she'd been the victim of a robbery, but they'd barely understood a word she'd said or they'd chosen not to. She couldn't be sure.

  They'd kept her sitting here for at least two hours, with no regard to her comfort. Right now, she should be safely aboard her homeward bound flight to Toronto. Asleep.

  The newcomer's presence seeped through the room, filling her with tension. As the seconds drifted by, curiosity overwhelmed her.

  She twisted around to look.

  The man who stared back at her was the most sinfully gorgeous man she'd ever seen. Raw masculinity emanated from his tall, muscular body. His dark hair flowed to his broad shoulder in waves, accentuating his square jaw, softened by full, yet masculine lips.

  He had the most stunning eyes. Intense. Dark. Penetrating.

  And intimidating.

  His gaze swept over her, making a few stops along the way. On the open buttons down the front, making her intensely conscious of the fact that, at the angle he saw her, the swell of her right breast was visible. On the sash she'd added to cinch this loose, frumpy robe at the waist. On her crossed legs. She had pulled the robe up to her knees in an attempt to cool off, knowing she revealed less leg than she had in her sundress, yet suddenly she felt shamelessly brazen.

  Finally, his gaze pivoted to her face. The intensity of it disturbed her.

  He strode across the room and settled behind the desk, laying a manila folder in front of him.

  "Who are you? And why am I here?" she demanded.

  "I am Kadin and I am the one who will ask questions."

  His voice was quiet, but filled with authority. The fact that he spoke English sent a wave of relief through her, followed immediately by frustration. She had a dozen or more questions to ask. She'd already missed her flight out of here, and her wallet, passport, and luggage had been stolen. She still had her purse, at least, she had until they'd brought her here and confiscated it, but she had no money.

  Where would she stay tonight? How would she buy a ticket to get another flight home? And if she succeeded in getting a ticket, how would she get across the border without a passport?

  Her frustration turned quickly to anger. "Look, I was dragged here against my will and I demand that—

  "Silence." His eyes flared to a fiery black. "After what you have done, you have no right to demand anything."

  "What I've done?" she shot back, ignoring the chill rushing down her spine at his intimidating tone. "I haven't done anything. You don't seem to understand—"

  "I understand very well." His sharp glare fixed on her as he extended his arm toward her.

  A large green pendant on a gold chain hung from his hand. An emerald. Actually, the largest emerald she'd ever seen. She reached out to touch it, but he snatched it into his fist.

  "This is Dhiya's. As are the clothes you wear now," he stated flatly.

  Her eyes widened. "So you know who robbed me." Relief washed through her. "I guess that means you've caught her. Great. I'd really like to get my things and ..."

  His dark eyes narrowed dangerously.

  "Don't play me for a fool. Why was my beloved Dhiya's pendant in your purse? Why was she seen boarding a plane wearing your clothes, traveling on your ticket, using your passport?"

  Her jaw tightened. She didn't like the sound of this. This situation looked like trouble with a capital 'T.' She had to straighten this guy out right now.

  "I already explained to the other men that I went into the washroom and this woman—"

  He slammed his fist on the desk, the sharp sound reverberating through the room like a gunshot.

  "Silence!"

  She gulped back the rest of her explanation and stared at him. Quietly.

  "That's better. Now, you will listen."

  He stepped from behind the desk and paced, his hands folded behind his back. His white robes billowed as he strode back and forth.

  "As I see it, there are two possibilities. One, you were involved in kidnapping Dhiya and transporting her out of the country. Two, you helped Dhiya at her request, taking her necklace as payment. Either way, you are in grave trouble. Both are an insult to me and my family."

  She shook her head in disbelief, knowing she had to set him straight.

  "She robbed me at gunpoint."

  "Dhiya would never touch a gun."

  "But—"

  "—if you were a man, there would be many options open to me to exact justice."

  H
e sat on the edge of his desk facing her, his arms crossed over his chest.

  Her heart hammered loudly and the muscles in her chest tightened painfully. Just what did he intend to do to her? She'd heard of officials in these small countries throwing people into prison for years because of some inadvertent transgression. She pictured herself stuck in a grimy jail cell, sharing scraps of food with rats.

  "But I cannot bring myself to be so harsh with a woman." He watched her with those coal-black eyes.

  She let out a sigh of relief. She'd never wanted to use her gender as an advantage, but right now, she had no such qualms.

  "What …?" Her voice came out choked, so she cleared her throat and tried again. "What do you intend to do with me?"

  He stared at her for a long moment and his gaze slipped past her chin to her chest. She raised her hand to toy with the top button of the robe, at least the top button that was still fastened.

  A drop of perspiration glided slowly down her neck. Like a breath of fire grazing her skin, his gaze seared her as he followed the progress of the drop as it forged a path down her chest, then disappeared between her breasts. He lingered on the swell of flesh peeking from the deep neckline. He might as well have been caressing her breasts physically for the affect he was having on her. Her nipples pebbled, hardening and peaking against the thin fabric.

  Awareness shimmered through her, of his overwhelming masculinity, and of just how vulnerable she was.

  His gaze shifted to her face.

  "To repay the debt of dishonor, you will serve me."

  "What do you mean 'serve you'? "

  "You will warm my bed. Tonight, and for as many nights as I see fit."

  She blinked at him.

  "I … beg your pardon?"

  "You may well do, but I will not pardon you. You have wronged me and you will pay with the only currency you have as a woman. Your body."

  Her stomach clenched painfully and her hands started to shake. Oh, God. This couldn't really be happening.