Claimed For The Desert Prince's Heir. Heidi Rice

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      ‘What is your name?’ Raif asked, needing a distraction as the girl’s fingertips brushed his biceps while she wound the new—and entirely unnecessary—bandage around his arm.

      She’d been tending him for two minutes—and controlling the surge of heat to his groin each time she touched him had become excruciating.

      Did she know the effect she was having on him? Surely she must.

      ‘Kasia. Kasia Salah,’ she said, concentrating on the bandaging. But he noted the bloom of colour darkening her cheeks.

      ‘You are Narabian?’ Why did that seem important? He’d slept with women of many different nationalities. He didn’t judge women by their geography but by how much he wanted them. And he wanted this woman, very much.

      ‘Yes, I was brought up in the Golden Palace. My grandmother worked there as a cook. I was one of the domestic staff.’

      Something unlocked inside his chest. So she was of humble birth. Not unlike him.

      ‘Until I became Cat’s assistant,’ she added, the hint of pride unmistakeable.

      ‘Cat? Who is Cat?’

      ‘Catherine Smith, who is now Queen Catherine Ali Nawari Khan—you know, the Sheikh’s wife,’ she said, her chest puffing up. ‘She is my best friend. It is because of her I have spent the last five years studying abroad.’

      ‘Not because of yourself?’ he asked, annoyed by her willingness to give someone else the credit for her achievements.

      Zane’s wife was beautiful and accomplished. But no more so than this woman. The only difference was that Catherine Khan hadn’t had to fight for her education, the way he would guess Kasia had.

      The girl’s gaze flashed to his—direct and irritated at his observation.

      The heat in his groin surged. Her golden gaze sparkled enticingly when it wasn’t shadowed with guilt or shame.

      ‘Well, yes,’ she said. ‘But…Cat is the reason I sought an education. And she and Zane…’ She sank back on her heels, finally having finished caressing his biceps. ‘They made it possible for me to study abroad in a place called Cambridge University.’

       A place called Cambridge University!

      Did she think he had never heard of the British institution? What did she take him for? A savage?

      His pride bristled—but he bit down on the urge to correct her.

      She had been away from her homeland for five years, meaning all she would know of him was that he was the Sheikh’s bastard son—a primitive warlord, an unprincipled womaniser.

      The rumours had some truth behind them, especially when he’d been a younger man, and he’d been more than happy to foster them because they had always given him a power and mystique he could use to his advantage—in politics, in business and in his bed.

      Being the Bad-Boy Sheikh had been an advantage with women, because they loved the allure of the forbidden, the wild.

      Why not exploit Kasia’s misconceptions about him? He had never been ashamed of that unloved child, who had been strong enough to survive thirst and starvation in the desert, or the angry teenager who had been savage enough to defeat the Kholadi’s greatest warriors and become Chief. His past still lived inside him—and defined him in many ways. It always would. Wasn’t it to reconnect with those parts of himself that he had returned to the desert?

      Adrenaline raced through his bloodstream. This woman had seen him helpless, something that had made him uneasy. But being the womanising warlord would put the power back in his hands.

      She took a tube of antiseptic cream out of the medical box. ‘I noticed some scrapes on your back, where you fell off the horse,’ she said as she unscrewed the cap. ‘Turn around and I’ll dab some of this on them.’ She held up a finger covered in ointment. ‘Before they get infected.’

      ‘Enough.’ Raif captured her wrist, satisfied when he felt her pulse pummel his thumb.

      ‘But I should treat the scratches,’ she said.

      ‘It’s not my back that hurts.’ He interrupted her nonsense.

      Taking the hint, her gaze dipped to his lap. The blood pounded into his groin. He was as aroused now as he’d been during the depths of his nightmares.

      She lifted her head.

      Her pupils dilated, obliterating the rich amber of her irises. She was as aroused as him.

      ‘I…I see what you mean,’ she stuttered, desire colouring her skin.

      ‘We have had enough foreplay,’ he said.

      He preferred to be open and honest with women about his appetites. When it came to sex, he never played games.

      ‘If you want me as much as I want you, we can take this ache away.’ He touched her cheek, not able to keep his hands off any longer, the heat rising at the way her breath hitched. ‘If you don’t, I will escort you back to the palace.’ He let his hand drop. He wasn’t СКАЧАТЬ