10 Zain

10

Zain

“Because, Princess Nasrin, I am asking you to marry me,” I said, my voice echoing in the dark night.

Her lush lips parted when she gaped at me. Even shocked, she was a stunning beauty. I hadn’t been able to form any coherent words when I had seen her sitting in the library, her thick hair flowing down her waist, making me want to run my hand through it. Hold it as I whispered filthy things in her ear. What I would do to her if we were alone.

Her dark eyes glared at me through the surrounding kohl, illuminating her brown orbs. “Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?” She asked, her tone mocking when she tried so hard not to reject me.

I adored it.

The way she talked back to me, wanting to reject my proposal with defiance in her eyes. Maybe I was foolish, but I wanted to marry her, see the fire in her eyes every time I wake up next to her.

“I am asking, Princess Nasrin.” I smiled at her, “For now.”

Her chest heaved when she took a step closer to me, my eyes dropping low at the