Royals Untamed!. Annie West

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СКАЧАТЬ to know where they were, what they were doing, but now was not the time. Just as it wasn’t the time to tell him about the money her father had kept from her. But she would have to tell him.

      ‘Now you know what has happened I do not want to talk of it again.’ His words were firm and insistent and her heart wrenched at the pain evident within them. If silence on the subject was what he wanted, that was what she would give him.

      ‘Is this where we will camp?’ She injected as much lightness into her voice as she could. The tension swirling around them was almost impossible to bear.

      He looked across at her, his eyes piercing into hers, and for a moment she thought she saw shards of raw pain. Then, as if night had fallen, the shutters came down and he was once more fully in command of his emotions, having locked them neatly away.

      ‘This is to be our home for the next week,’ he said and started driving towards the camp.

      A tremor of panic tore down Amber’s spine. Was she really to be here with Kazim for a week? What had she let herself in for during her moment of weakness? A moment when she’d thought she had to be with him, as if the love she had for him could grow inside his heart too, until he couldn’t help but tell her he loved her.

      Would she ever hear those words from his lips? She frowned at an unwanted childhood memory. She’d never heard those words from anyone other than her grandmother. Nobody else had ever told her they loved her. She’d thought her mother had hinted at it the last time they’d spoken. But she never displayed affection. Why should that change now?

      This was madness.

      ‘We have our own tent at the outer edge of the camp.’ He pointed towards a larger, much grander tent than the small and unassuming ones dotted around them as they drove into the camp.

      As they neared the tent she could see theirs was far from small, far from plain. In fact it appeared to be a palace of fabric. ‘I thought you said you didn’t do luxury in the desert.’ She was too shocked to keep the words to herself and was rewarded with a light and very sexy laugh as he stopped the vehicle at the side of the tent.

      ‘I don’t, but you do.’

      She got out of the vehicle, glad to stretch her legs after the tense journey, and walked a little closer, unable to believe such luxury here in the middle of the desert. It was like something from a tale from long ago. A tale of seduction.

      ‘I didn’t have to,’ she said as she walked towards their tent, stopping a little way off, totally amazed.

      Amber had never seen anything like it. The front of the tent was pulled back and she could see inside. Deep purple curtains hung within it and rich gold cushions were scattered on the carpet. Lanterns glowed, lighting the dim interior, and the heady scent of incense teased her senses as it drifted on the breeze. She turned to Kazim earnestly. ‘I could have stayed in something more modest.’

      He stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, heat rushing from him and igniting the desire they’d shared last night. ‘I want you to stay here with me. I want you to be truly my desert princess.’

      His deep voice was slow and incredibly sexy and she could feel his breath on her ear before he bent and kissed her neck. She closed her eyes against the rising flow of desire. Was this his way of distracting her from what they’d just spoken of? Would he do this every time she got just that bit too close to the real man?

      Part of her hoped that he would, but another part of her knew it wouldn’t last, that he would soon tire of her and seek comfort and satisfaction elsewhere, return to his playboy prince role and become the oil sheikh that women dreamt of being with and men wanted to emulate.

      ‘I have a meeting with the elders of the camp,’ he said as he drew her into the privacy of the tent and took her in his arms. ‘But when I return we will be together all night.’

      The promise, given in such a sexy deep voice, made her heart hammer against her chest. Hot liquid warmth erupted from deep within her, igniting desire again. With just one caress, a kiss and a few soft words he’d melted her, crumbling any resistance she had—because she loved him. Even more so now she’d glimpsed the real man, seen that he felt, that he cared and that he loved. All she could hope for now was that he would one day love her.

      But would he? Would he ever truly be hers and love her as she’d loved him since the day she’d been told by her father that he would be her husband, her prince? If he couldn’t, she knew she’d have to leave.

      ‘I will be here,’ she said seductively and reached up to press her lips against his.

      ‘What man could refuse such an offer,’ he said between kisses that stirred their passion to new heights. ‘It is my hope that our union will soon be blessed with an heir.’

      Have his baby? The thought settled over her, creating images of a child with dark hair, so like Kazim. The idea of having his child, his heir, when he didn’t love her, cast the preceding moments into shadow.

      ‘You want children? So soon?’ She pulled back and looked up at him, her voice a husky whisper.

      His eyes met hers; the sparks of desire swirling in them made her heart race and she fought against it. This was important and not at all what she had bargained on. Having a child now would tie them irrevocably together. Inside, she breathed a sigh of relief, thankful she’d been taking precautions of her own. She wasn’t at all sure she was ready to be tied to this man for the rest of her life, not when he didn’t love her.

      ‘Of course.’ His brow rose then his eyes narrowed slightly. ‘I am heir to the throne of Barazbin. The only heir. I have to produce my own heir!’ He looked at her, making her breath catch as his eyes darkened, the molten gold flecks more pronounced than ever. ‘It is our duty, Amber. The reason we married.’

      ‘I just hadn’t expected it to be so soon.’ Her pulse rate increased as he stroked the back of his fingers gently down her cheek, his thumb lingering teasingly on her lips.

      ‘We have been married almost one year, Amber.’

      ‘I know; it’s just that I...’

      ‘That you what, Amber? Wanted to run back to your life in Paris as soon as you thought you’d done your duty? As soon as my side of the deal was completed and Claude had had all the operations he needed?’

      She took a deep breath. That was exactly what she’d thought. She blinked, realising that for the first time Kazim hadn’t referred to Claude as ‘the child’.

      ‘Is there any news about Claude?’ She grasped at the offered change of subject, anything rather than discuss what existed between them, something that would mean she’d never be free.

      It wasn’t that she didn’t want children, or even Kazim’s children. It was simply that she wanted to be loved and needed for herself, not out of a sense of duty or because she would bear the kingdom of Barazbin its future ruler. But, most importantly, she wanted to love and be loved in return—without any constraints.

      Kazim smiled down at her as if he knew he’d caught her attention. ‘Your friend and her son are in America right now. He is scheduled for his first operation in two days. As soon as we return to the palace you can contact them.’

      Relief rushed through her. In part because she’d successfully derailed the discussion on children, СКАЧАТЬ