Dirty Wild Sultan (Alluring Rulers of Azmia 4 Books)
“Hey handsome.”
Warm fingers slid over my muscled torso, and I didn’t need to guess who it was. Darren, the sole owner of Ishq, had a rifle with Azmia for cutting higher taxes because of the shady work going on underground at her bar, soaped me, her hungry eyes and lips raking over my body.
“Now, now,” I tutted, holding her hair and eyeing her wet, naked body. “No need to be so greedy.” The door of my room opened, and I heard the rustle of a trolly. “Why don’t you wake him up for breakfast?”