Emerald St. Clair's POV

My heart was pounding in my chest as we entered the receiving room of this magnificent mansion. I looked at his dead-serious face. I couldn't help but swallow hard.

Lord, I am in serious trouble.

The way he was holding me captive in his arms was enough indication that I couldn't escape this man tonight even if I tried.

Tonight Khalil Al-Farsi looked like a very hungry beast.

"Let's talk like rational adults here, Al-Farsi." I tried to sound calm, but the words came out otherwise.

He looked down at me, his cobalt eyes glimmering in the darkness. There was a wolfish smile playing on his lips that made my heart beat wildly in my chest. "Talking is the last thing on my mind tonight, habibti."

"Al-Farsi..."

"What happened to 'babe'?" His tone was teasing, but there was something else in his face that I couldn't pinpoint at the moment.

I rolled my eyes. I need to get a grip. I would not let him manhandle me like this as if I were some sort of a witless woman who would just let him have his way with me.

I am Emerald St. Clair, after all.

I tried to get down on my feet, but the bastard king merely tightened his hold on me. "Oh, no, my lovely jewel," his lips curved with an evil smile. "You are not leaving my arms tonight, my rebellious girlfriend."

I eyed him in horror. "What are you talking about?"

To prove his point, instead of answering, he just continued to walk toward the second floor of the mansion until we reached a certain room.

He tossed me unceremoniously on the soft bed. Oh, this brute man!

I glared at him acidly as I tried to sit up from the bed. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

Al-Farsi just stared at me for a moment while I was in the middle of this massive bed. And then, without warning, he started to remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt.

"What do you think you're doing?" I looked scandalized as I got a glimpse of his well-defined chest.

He flashed a self-satisfied smile when he saw the expression on my face. "I told you, I think I need to make it clear to you that you only belong to me. And I think I need to teach you a lesson not to play with my jealousy."

"What are you--" I started. "--oh my God!" I averted my gaze, covering my face with my hands when his pants dropped to the floor, and he was now proudly standing at the foot of the bed with his boxers only.

My throat went dry when I saw his well-defined body with six-pack abs and a V line.

I need Holy water.

"Put your pants back, you idiot!"

His demonic laugh echoed inside the room. "I never thought that you could be this prudish, my love. You, who is having erotic dreams about me."

"I never had such dreams with you in it!" I denied it fiercely, glaring at him insolently. Oops, wrong move. My gaze landed on the huge bulge between his legs.

"Now you're staring."

"I am not!" I forced my gaze to look back at his face, not on that disturbing thing in his crotch area. I could feel the way my face heated right at this moment. I must be as red as my hair right now.

This devil was smirking ear to ear. Oh, how I want to hit his annoying face this instant.

"Let's stop this game now, Al-Farsi," I informed him with a firm tone filled with warning. "It's not funny anymore. I am going home. Granddad is probably waiting for me back at the mansion. I don't want him to worry."

"Who says we are playing games here, Emerald?"

I threw him a disapproving look, shaking my head. "Whatever." I was about to leave the bed when he hooked both of his thumbs in the garter of his boxers. "You wouldn't dare."

I knew he was just bluffing...

He cocked an eyebrow in my direction and then the small fabric that was covering his most private parts slid down to his legs and down to his feet.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed, covering my face. I tried to remove the image of his shaft from my brain.

No, no, no. You didn't see anything. You did not. I reminded myself. It's not big and long and veiny. And then there are his balls...

I groaned silently. What the hell? I might as well describe it and write a book about it.

"Tonight, I need to perform well," he announced while slowly moving towards the bed like a dangerous predator. "Better than my performance in your dreams, habibti, I assure you."

I felt tremors when I felt the mattress dip with his weight. "Don't come near me. I am warning you, Al-Farsi. I will murder you."

Even with this barely illuminated bedroom, I still could see the devilish smile playing on his lips while slowly crawling my way onto the bed.

"So feisty as ever," he commented. I shrunk back like a scared virgin until I hit the headboard.

Well, I am a scared virgin.

"You don't have any idea how long I've waited for this moment, Emerald. I waited for eight long, agonizing years to finally have you in my bed," he confessed, kissing my ankle affectionately.

"Go away!" I demanded, banishing the image of his godlike body worshipping my feet. "Go away before I kick your balls."

He stared at me for a moment. I saw him shake his head in amazement. "My dirty mind will be the death of me. I thought I heard you say you will 'lick' my balls."

I felt my face heat even more at the image that flashed inside my equally dirty brain.

Please, Lord, kill me now for having such dirty thoughts about him.

I glared at him hotly. This man was reducing me like some halfwit. How could I allow myself to be like this?

I am not like my sisters, who are so weak when it comes to a man's seduction...

I realized that Al-Farsi was staring at me with a curious smile on his face. My cheeks heated up once more. He was probably thinking that I was fantasizing about him again.

I snorted, looking away from his smug face. "Even if you are the last man on earth, I would not lick those things."

"Hey, don't knock it 'till you try," he said, his eyes glowed with such wickedness. "Who knows, you might enjoy doing just that."

"Nope," I replied stubbornly. "I will not."

His upper lip curled with a smile. "Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You don't feel even the slightest deep-bone desire for me like I feel for you?"

I shook my head resolutely. "Not at all."

If I thought that he would stop this madness now that I've intentionally hurt his ego, I was hugely mistaken because he took my answer as a challenge.

"What are you doing?" I asked anxiously when I saw him start kissing my legs, moving forward.

He stopped placing a kiss just above my knee and stared at me. "I want to test to see if you don't feel anything for me as you claim."

"Will you please put something on?" I suggested tersely. "Your nakedness is kinda distracting."

He laughed softly, moving upwards until we're our faces were only inches apart. My heart nearly burst in my chest when he leaned slightly and whispered something in my ear. "Distracting, huh?"

"Get away from me!" I tried to push him away, but it proved to be a fatally wrong move when my palms got in contact with his bare chest.

He licked my ear. The unexpected gesture made me feel a sudden heat between my legs. "What was that for?"

"To seduce you." He answered, looking deep into my eyes.

My throat went dry when he started to peel my dress off my body. "Stop corrupting me, you bastard."

He gave me a self-satisfied smile. He leaned forward to steal a kiss from my lips. "I...am...not...corrupting...you," he said between kisses.

"Yes, you are," I answered breathlessly. A gasp escaped my lips when the evening gown completely fell off my shoulders.

His eyes unashamedly feasted on my half-naked state. "So beautiful," he said in a guttural tone. His accent was slightly thickening. "Far more beautiful than I ever imagined."

I wanted to cover my naked half-body, but I couldn't tear my gaze off his mesmerizing eyes. "You imagine me like this?" I croaked.

He smiled at me. "Every night before I go to sleep. I imagine what it feels like to finally have you in my bed."

I was speechless for a moment. I still find it hard to believe that this playboy prince who paraded women in front of me on every occasion that we had the misfortune to meet and also happened to be my nemesis, was having such thoughts about me every night.

I was so deep in my thoughts when I was snapped back to the present. I found myself wearing nothing but my laced underwear.

"What the hell?" I protested vehemently when I saw my gown tossed aside at the far end of the room. "How did you do that?"

He smirked at me. "One of my many talents."

I scoffed, eyeing him shrewdly. "You mean the talent you acquired with your long history of undressing women?"

His eyebrow raised upward. There was a taunting smile in his sinful mouth. "Jealous?"

My forehead creased. "No! Why would I be?"

"I think you are jealous."

"In your dreams!" I seethed at him. I was busy glaring at him intensely when he abruptly leaned down and took one of my breasts in his mouth. "Oh...shit. What's wrong with you?"

"Enough of talking. There's no need to be jealous, my love. You are the only woman who owns me, body and soul." He dropped little hot kisses on the valley of my chest down to my stomach.

My body trembled when his lips touched my skin. "I don't remember giving you the liberty to do whatever you want to my body."

"Oh, you will," he stopped his exploration and looked at me briefly.

The words died in my throat as I watched him peel off my panties with his teeth. I bit my bottom lip as the unholy fire in his eyes ignited, looking at me with his passion-filled eyes.

Slowly, he was pulling away from the undergarments down to my legs. I could no longer ignore the fire in my belly and the incredible sensation of watching this soon-to-be-crowned king doing this to me.

I automatically covered my private parts with my hands.

He gave me a disapproving look. "I want to see it, Emerald."

"But..."

"Open up for me, my love," he said with a commanding tone. In other circumstances, I would snap at him, but the desire on his face gave me pause.

I shook my head. It's so embarrassing to show him my private parts. "I don't think I can do this."

"Habibti, please? I want to see all of you."

I still feel shy about the whole thing, but I slowly removed my hands that were covering the area between my thighs.

"Spread your legs for me."

My eyes widened. "What?!"

"I said, spread your legs for me," he repeated while he was kneeling in front of me.

I bit my lower lip again as I did what he told me.

I heard him take a sharp intake of breath. "So beautiful like the rest of you." He looked at me for a moment before focusing his attention back on my exposed feminine parts. "You will let me taste you, right?"

"Huh?"

Instead of answering, he laid down, stomach flat on the bed, hooking each of my legs to his arms, and he took the heart of my femininity to his mouth.

A loud cry escaped me. The sensation of his lips lapping me between my thighs was so much for me. "Oh...God... Oh..."

I gripped a handful of his hair with my fingers. I was not sure if the gesture intended to stop him or encourage him even more.

"Oh...my...Lord. Shit... Oh, please..." I panted breathlessly as he continued his onslaught of my essence. "Please..."

"What do you want?" He asked, still lapping me nonstop.

What do I want? Was he serious? Did he think I could think of something else right now when he was frying all of my brain cells?

I knew his sinful mouth was up to no good from the start. He was busy sucking the life out of me. He was eating me as if I was the tastiest dessert he had ever tasted. I would be lucky if I could survive this.

"What do you want?" he repeated his question.

"Oh, God... I can't think..."

"I think I know what you want."

His words barely register in my passion-clouded brain. With his mouth still in my center, I moaned when he inserted a digit inside me.

"Oh, sweet Lord. I am going to die." I gripped the bedsheets with my hand as I writhed in the bed, arching my back from the mattress. The feeling of his large finger inside, sliding in and out along with his tongue, was unexplainable. I am biting my fingers to stop myself from making a sound. "Khalil..."

I am sure going to die because of this.

"Please stop..." I begged a little breathlessly. "I feel something wants to come out...holy cow..."

"Just let it go."

I lifted my head slightly and stared at him for a moment. Wrong move. Because the sight of his head between my legs, while he was worshipping me, was too much of a sight. I fell back on the soft pillows and shut my eyes. "Oh, God... You need to stop..."

The devil didn't listen. Instead, he added another digit inside me, making me crazy with need. I could no longer stop myself from making little noises as he became aggressive.

I was busy asking for help from the Holy Spirit to give me strength because I could feel that I was about to lose this battle. I let go of that unknown feeling, and I felt fireworks erupt inside my head while my legs suddenly lost their strength.

Al-Farsi finally lifted his head. I watched the devil's satisfaction on his face as he stared back at me.

I eyed in disbelief as he licked the moisture from his finger.

Is that from me?

I didn't have time to think much about it when I n how his manhood stood proudly and ready to attack.

"Now for the interesting part of the night," he said with a devilish grin on his face.

My heart was pounding so hard when he trapped me between his strong arms and the tip of his shaft was brushing against my crevice.

I bit my lip as the fire in my belly ignited again. I am excited by just the feeling of his length teasing my wet trance.

"You will let me, right?" He whispered seductively against my ear.

"W-what?" I asked incoherently. I could barely think of anything but the sensation on our lower extremities.

"You will let me enter you without a rubber, right?" he asked in a dangerously low tone while brushing the head of his sex between my legs temptingly. "I want to feel how to be inside you without protection."

I groaned. "What if I will get pregnant after this?"

"I will take care of it. Leave it to me."

I didn't answer. Instead, I could feel my legs moving on their own.

"Make up your mind," he said hoarsely. "Before I hit the finish line without experiencing heaven in your arms, habibti." He groaned as if in pain. "Stop moving like that, or I will not last."

I scowled at him. "Then stop asking me questions and put that inside me, asshole!"

Despite the clenching of his jaw, he manages to laugh softly. "There's no need for insult when we're making love."

My heart jumped in my ribcage at the word making love. Is this what we're doing right now? Is there even 'love' in here?

"Look at me," he demanded gently. "I want you to look at me as I enter you for the very first time."

I forced myself to look straight into his eyes. He was staring back at me deeply as I felt him slowly entering, filling my whole being. I abruptly shut my eyes when I felt the searing pain as he moved even further inside me.

"I'm sorry," he murmured through his clenched teeth. "This will be the worst part. After that, only pure bliss."

I only managed to nod, and a small cry of pain came from me when it felt like he ripped something inside me.

"You okay?"

I nodded again, but it was really painful as hell. It didn't help the fact that this man was gifted. I looked at him crossly. "I don't think it would be this painful if you were not so gifted down there."

He laughed softly. "I will take that as a compliment. Don't worry. Over time you will appreciate my size."

"I don't think--"

"I need to move inside you," he cut me off. "I promise it will be better."

I couldn't help myself when I made these little cries as he started to move in and out. My whole body was inflamed as he consumed me.

"Relax your muscles," he instructed as he moved carefully.

"Faster..."

He kissed my forehead. "You will regret that in the morning."

"Move faster, Khalil."

He stared at me for a long moment. There was unmistakable hunger in his eyes. "You have no idea what you're asking, Emerald. If I have my way, I want to have you fast, hard, and rough. But it's your first time--"

"Do your worst," I coaxed, running my hands in his bare chest. "Come on..."

With a rough curse in his language, he took me like a starving barbarian. His hands roamed my naked body.

"Oh yes..." I gripped his shoulder blades for support. He plundered me nonstop. "Please..."

Sweat formed on his forehead as he kneeled between my legs, ramming me with such force, and I loved every second of it.

I could feel that I was about to come when the muscles inside me were clenching. "Khalil..."

"Let it go, my love."

And so, I did. I felt pure bliss in his arms while he was still pounding inside me. "You are mine, Emerald. Mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes..."

"Say it."

"I'm yours." I cried when his thrust became deeper and rougher. I knew that he was also about to come.

"I will not let Ryker Creed have you," he rasped, driving me mad with his onslaught. "I will not let another man steal you away from me. I will kill them if they try to. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

With a guttural sound coming from him, I felt a hot liquid gushing inside me. His body was still quivering on top of me. Both of our hearts beat faster as he whispered possessively. "Mine."