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princess nearly choked on his cock, and Altair bit back a groan when he realized what he had almost said.

"I mean, job. There's a job...emergency I must deal with, so I'll need to log out for now—-"

Safiya started playing with his balls.

"Keep me posted. Thanks."

He nearly slammed his hand down on the keyboard in his haste to cut the connection, and as soon as he switched the monitor off and saw the camera's blinking light die down—-

A rare giggle escaped the princess as he yanked his cock out of her mouth and hauled her up to his lap. It was the most enchanting sound, and while a part of him wished to savor it, the more desperate part of him was about to lose its mind with lust—-

"You're getting more and more troublesome," Altair growled.

But his betrothed didn't even reply, being too busy wriggling out of her panties, and seeing her struggle, the sheikh simply grabbed the edge of her underwear and ripped the damn thing off her body. A part of him expected the princess to be stunned by this, but as always, she proved him wrong, and instead his betrothed only told him seriously, "Shukrahn."

A groan escaped the sheikh, the sound a mixture between exasperation and arousal. This side of hers was his alone to see, and this side of her had him gritting his teeth because it was all he could do to keep himself from groaning out the sappiest words.

Altair's hungry gaze swung back to his betrothed the moment he felt her dainty hands curving over the hard slope of his shoulders. He saw her bite her lip as she slowly rubbed her crotch against his erection, and his jaw clenched hard as she let out a little moan and began rubbing herself faster and harder over his wildly throbbing cock. He saw her lips part as her expression turn slightly dazed-—

"Altair..."

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His fingers biting hard into her ass, the sheikh seized control and guided her hips to make them move even faster. The feel of her slippery pussy against his bare cock was heaven and hell at the same time, and it took everything in him to resist just fucking her.

He knew if he did, she wouldn't mind. She would fucking love it even, had never made it a secret that she was dying for his cock to plunge into the moist channel of her sex and have him claim her virginity.

But somehow, he managed to resist.

No fucking idea how, but he managed it, and instead he found himself whispering into her ear—-

"You're so fucking wet for me, hamira."

The princess moaned, and though he felt her nails dig deeper into his back, it still wasn't enough.

"Do you want my cock that much?"

A whimper escaped her, but this, too, wasn't enough.

"Say it then," he said roughly.

"I w-want it."

"Want what?"

The question made her shudder, and then she began gyrating wildly against his cock—-

"Yes," she cried out.

"How much?" he growled.

"So much!" His princess was sobbing now, and her movements completely uncontrolled as she tried desperately to get his cock inside of her.

"Then if I say I want you to act like my fucking whore—-"

He had never been the type to talk dirty when having sex, but with the princess, he found himself saying things he had never said...even without his cock ever getting inside of her pussy. With the princess, he forgot to be in control. Forgot to be fucking honorable. And when he heard her pant—-

"Nem, alshaykh! Nem!"

He found himself roaring as he reached his release, and a moment later, Safiya, too, was crying as she reached her own peak, and it was these sounds...

These unmistakable sounds...

It was this that Agent 53 heard while waiting outside the sheikh's office.

No! No! No!

She could feel herself turning white and her body starting to tremble violently as she listened to the way the couple rutted like animals in heat. She could feel herself seething with jealousy, her anger festering into rage, and it was then she decided—-

She was not letting that traitorous bitch steal Altair away without a fight.

Chapter Fifteen

Dear Mama,

I'm scared. But of what, I don't know. Why does Papa want to talk to him? Why him and not me?

SAFIYA DID NOT LIKE being superstitious. More often than not, superstitions made one weaker and careless, and such mistakes were things she could never have afforded in the past. But even so, a part of her remained stubbornly fatalistic, and try as she might, she just could not help