The Royal House of Karedes: The Desert Throne: Tamed: The Barbarian King / Forbidden: The Sheikh's Virgin / Scandal: His Majesty's Love-Child. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ looked into the basilisk intensity of his gaze, she would be caught by his magic once again and lose her own ability to do what must be done. Even now, her body shook with the effort of defying him—and worse, defying her own deepest longings.

      She found the white cotton dress, now dirty and with tiny rips in the eyelet lace, crumpled behind a rock. It seemed eons since he’d pulled it off her body.

      So much had happened since then. Entire worlds had changed.

      She felt his gaze, but wouldn’t turn to meet his eyes.

      Naked, he sprang lightly to his feet, like a warrior. Taking her in his arms, he forced her to turn around and meet his gaze. “What is it? What’s wrong?”

      She swallowed. “Thank you for these beautiful days in the desert,” she whispered, feeling like her heart was splitting, bleeding in her chest. “I will never forget them.”

      “Our time is not over.”

      Trembling, Jasmine closed her eyes. It would be easier to say this if she didn’t have to look at his beautifully masculine face, at his sensual mouth, at his eyes of endless blue. He took her heart apart in his gaze.

      “It is over,” she whispered. “We are over.”

      She felt his shock. Felt his hands go slack before he tightened his grip painfully around her. “Look at me.”

      She wouldn’t.

      “Look at me!”

      Compelled to obey, she opened her eyes.

      His face was dark with fury.

      “You are mine, Jasmine. For as long as I want you.”

      Her throat went dry. How she wished it could be true, wished she could be his forever—or for even one more night!

      “How?” she replied hoarsely. “How can I be yours, Kareef?”

      His eyes darkened and cooled until they were like a thousand storms over the Arctic Sea. “You bound yourself to me long ago.”

      “Kareef—”

      “You will not marry him tomorrow. It is too soon!”

      Her tortured eyes flickered up at him. “What would you have me do, then? Desert Umar at the altar? Be your mistress? Leave my family to their ruin?”

      His jaw clenched. “We could keep our affair a secret—”

      “There’s no such thing at the palace!” she cried. “Here in the desert, perhaps, with only your trusted servants, we could keep it quiet for a short while. But you know as well as I do that there are no secrets at the royal palace. There’s likely gossip about us already. I’ve already caused my family so much pain, and now my little sister is pregnant. How could my parents ever hold up their heads in the street, if I let myself be branded as your whore?”

      Air hissed through his teeth.

      “No one would call you that,” he raged. “You would be respected as my…as my—”

      “As your what? As your wife? We cannot remain married. You know we cannot!”

      His eyes glittered down at her. “I can do as I please. I am the king.”

      She heard a distant helicopter, a deep flick-flick-flick high above the desert, and this time there could be no doubt. Shaking her head, she gave a harsh laugh.

      “For a man with your sense of honor,” she said, fighting back tears, “that makes you less free than the lowliest servant in your palace.”

      “Jasmine…”

      “No!” she shouted. “I cannot back out of my engagement. Umar would be humiliated. My family’s reputation would be destroyed. First my scandal, then Nima’s pregnancy—my parents would never be able to leave their house again!”

      “Why do you even care, after the way they’ve treated you?”

      “Because I love them. Because—” she lifted her head as tears filled her eyes “—they are the only family I’ll ever have. They, and Umar and his children. I cannot be the cause of their ruin by becoming your whore!”

      “Don’t use that word! I would kill any man who called you that!”

      “All of them?” Her throat tightened as a hoarse laugh escaped her. “You would kill your own subjects for speaking the truth?”

      His hands clenched her shoulders. “It’s not the truth, and you know it!”

      She briefly closed her eyes, trying to regain her strength, to catch her breath. “What else would you call an engaged woman who’s done what I’ve done with you?”

      “You’ve done nothing wrong. You’re my wife.”

      “Let me go, Kareef,” she whispered. “Set me free.”

      He looked down at her, his eyes full of an impetuous mixture of autocratic male possessiveness and emotion that struck her to the heart. “I can protect you, Jasmine.”

      “How?” she whispered, then shook her head. “Even you cannot work miracles—”

      “It’s a miracle you’re here with me now.” Cupping her face, he looked down at her. “And I will not let you go. Not yet.”

      She felt his rough fingertips against her skin. Felt his naked body, so warm and hard and fierce against hers. Felt how much he desired her. Felt the power of his savage strength as he lowered his mouth to hers.

      His lips moved against hers with deep, exquisite tenderness. Persuading her. Mastering her, not just with his sensual power, but with the ache of her own body and heart.

      When he finally released her, a low sigh rose from her throat. She gazed up at him, this man she loved, feeling dazed and warm, drenched by the soft sunlight of his nearness.

      His kiss had conquered her as a thousand words could not.

      Exhaling, he pulled her back against his bare chest, stroking her hair as he felt her surrender. “You’re mine, Jasmine,” he murmured into her hair, almost too softly for her to hear. “As I am yours.”

      Distantly, a voice cried inside her that he wasn’t hers—that he could never be hers, not anymore. And that by going back to Shafar with him as his secret mistress, she’d be risking everything she held precious—everyone she loved.

      But she could not let him go. Not yet. Not yet!

      She closed her eyes as he held her in her arms. Let the future come as it will, she thought. Somehow, they could find a way to be together just for a little while longer without hurting anyone. Couldn’t they?

      The helicopter was very loud now. She saw the swirl of sand outside the cave turn by the force of its rotor blades as it landed on the nearby plateau.

      Jasmine pulled back with sudden alarm. “Get СКАЧАТЬ