The Desert King's Captive Bride
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For a second, then another and another, Ghizlan’s heart stalled. Her stomach dropped sickeningly. She looked at the implacable man before her, read the determination in the set of his shoulders and the proud tilt of his head. The certainty in that complacent smile. And felt the world tremble on its foundations.
It was one thing for their father to try bartering Ghizlan into an arranged marriage to Sheikh Idris of Zahrat. At least Idris was a civilised, cultured, caring man. But to expect Mina, her innocent little sister, to marry this brute...
Ghizlan’s arm swung up and she punched Huseyn al Rasheed full in the face.
CHAPTER FOUR
HUSEYN TURNED JUST in time. The blow glanced across his cheekbone an instant before his hand closed around hers, pulling it away from his face.
Just as well they didn’t teach princesses boxing.
And that his reflexes were fast, honed by years of combat and training. She’d taken him by surprise and could have done some damage if she’d had a decent technique.
Huseyn stared into Ghizlan’s flushed face. There was no mistaking the bloodlust in her burning eyes. If looks could kill he’d be six feet under.
Who’d have thought she had it in her to take him on?
His respect for her rose. Every minute in her presence she intrigued him more. The combination of ice and fire. The loyalty to and sense of responsibility for those who served her was unexpected too. His image of a self-absorbed socialite was fading fast.
But most of all, her courage amazed him. Huseyn knew grown men, trained soldiers, who’d retreat rather than fight him.
Heat scored his cheek where she’d made contact. Selim would laugh himself sick if he discovered an untrained woman had got past Huseyn’s guard.
Serve you right for goading her. For expecting her to agree and make this easy. Since when has life been easy?
He’d had no compunction about threatening to marry Mina, in order to convince Ghizlan. This marriage was the key to success. He’d do whatever it took to keep his people safe.
But he’d been crass, acting like the sort of voluptuary he despised, as if he really wanted a teenager in his bed!
What was it about Ghizlan that made him sink so low? That made him taunt her again and again? He was no schoolboy, teasing a pretty girl to get her attention. This was about the fate of the nation, not some petty struggle for points.
Her eyes were over-bright—not with tears but fury. Her breasts thrust high with each panting breath and a shot of pure lust hit his belly, arrowing to his groin.
He wanted her. Like this. Full of fire and passion. Full of spark and spirit.
His fist closed more firmly around hers as he felt himself harden.
He wanted—
She winced, white teeth baring as she frowned. An instant later her face smoothed of expression.
That’s when Huseyn realised how hard he gripped her hand. Instantly he released her, fingers spreading wide.
‘My apologies. I didn’t mean to hurt you.’
Perfect eyebrows arched on that fine forehead. ‘You apologise for that but not for your threat to marry my little sister?’
Huseyn shrugged. Now he’d embarked on this course he had to follow through. ‘Marriage to one of you will secure the throne quickly so I can protect Jeirut. It will ease tensions with other factions by providing a link to your father’s rule. It’s immaterial to me whether I marry you or your sister.’
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