All Chapters of Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books): Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

15ZayedMy dick twitched, feeling the hot breath of Elena brushing over its length. Her green eyes were glaring at me as I stayed on my knees, holding her close and waiting for her to either suck me or bite me. It was scary how the idea of both of the options turned me on. I was a sick person. But my little witch was, of course, not pleased by the current situation. She said, “Beg me to suck you off, Zayed.”“I don’t think you are in a position to ask for the begging, sugartits.”I groaned, holding her wrist when her fingers dug into my right abdomen, just around the stitches of my stab wound. Fucking hell. “Elena…”I took a sharp breath when she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, her cruel fingers still caressing my wound. I glared at her when she smirked at me. “Come on, I know you love running that mouth of yours,” she taunted me. “I have heard you begging for me before. You can do it again, can’t you, Sheikh?”“I am not begging you—” I stopped my words when her finger ca

17ZayedI moved her hair from her neck and placed a small kiss, licking her hammering pulse, slowly tugging up the hem of her dress. She sighed and relaxed in my arms, allowing me to unzip her dress, peel it off of her pale skin and bare herself to me. She must have been really worked up from the meeting if she was being so easy without any fighting or starting an argument. I could help her relieve her stress, do anything she wanted, and all she had to do was ask. Her breathing increased when I carefully placed her heel clad feet on my thigh. Her fingers dug into the arms of the armchair as I kept aside her heel, repeating the action on her other foot, rubbing my thumb on her ankle. She was always sensitive to my touch, even all those years ago when we were horny teenagers and used to fool around every alone time we would get.I grinned, seeing two guns, and daggers strapped around her thigh. “Did you have to use them?” I asked, unclasping the holster and keeping it on the small tab

19ZayedI sulked on the headrest, holding the pillow to my chest and pouting at the woman in tight jeans as she ordered everyone around her. It was hot to see her work, but it was pure torture to be grounded on a bed while she was paces away from me with adorable blond bun on top of her head. I wanted to tug her hair open just for fun and to tease her.“I would say get a room,” Hayden started, handing me a glass of water with a painkiller pill. “But you are already in a room. I am talking to you—stop that.”I grumbled and took the pill from him, swallowing it. “Why is everyone treating me like a child here?” I crossed my arm, careful of the new stitches the doctor had done. “I am elder than you, remember?”“I don’t care. You let me sleep with the Princess of Azmia when she was supposed to be in the palace.” He walked towards his fiancée, sleeping on the other side of the bed, with hordes of pillows to support her growing belly. By the looks of it, anyone would think she was having tri

21ElenaI will kill for you, my dearest witch.His deep voice echoed in my head, my hands getting clammy as I peered at him through my lashes, making the soon-to-be-married-couple laugh and charming the tired royals as we made our way up the stairs of the Maahnoor Palace. Clearing my throat, I shook away the thoughts about him, about what he said, and focused on the palace and guarding him. That was my job. Look after him and make sure he doesn’t get hurt. Nothing else. The palace looked completely different from the time I had seen it when I had to save Zain when he came here on a horse to woo Nasrin. That was years ago and since then, it looked like they had repainted and took care of the Palace. The setting sun’s sunlight sparkled over the dome of the Palace, the pillars strong and clean on our sides with the sculptures of tigers surrounding them. We walked inside, the sound of our footfalls echoing in the vast room with marble floor, exotic lacquer paintings on the beige walls

23ZayedThe ceremony was in a full blast by the time I walked down the stairs to meet the other royals at the great hall. People were dancing and singing, coddling the couple seated on the dais of throne covered in flowers, greeting the guests. No one knew just how misguided and wicked the groom was. Except me. Even Iesha, the innocent maid, who was marrying him, didn’t know his true face by the way she looked at him. My eyes flickered to my golden-haired witch, her red dress hugging her toned body with her hair falling down her back in waves. She was grinning and talking to a few people, the surrounding men captivated by her smile. I was an idiot not to bring a ring and make her wear it. “Sheikh Zayed,” I turned my attention to the twin princesses of Al Naeem. “We heard how brave you were to fight the man who… poor Tibyan.”“It wasn’t bravery. I was there at the right time.”One of princesses’ eyes lowered to my abdomen, maybe trying to find the wound through the traditional dark