Bella and the Merciless Sheikh by Sarah Morgan Page B

I’m a very hungry guy.’
    Bella was hypnotised by the look in his eyes. She ought to say no. She really, really ought to say no. But right at that moment she didn’t care that he wasn’t suitable. She didn’t care that they had nothing in common, that this wasn’t real.
    She wanted him so badly it was embarrassing.
    Reading the desperation in her eyes he gave a slow smile ofmasculine satisfaction and her last coherent thought was that it was a good job the British tabloid press were never going to get hold of this story.
    Zafiq brought his wide, sensual mouth down on hers with the assured confidence of a conqueror claiming the spoils.
    Exactly as she had the first time, Bella went up in flames. He demanded everything from her, the erotic slide of his tongue stealing the last of her self-control. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, lingering on sleek bare skin, feeling the play of male muscle under her fingers.
    He muttered something against her mouth and shifted slightly, his hand removing her bra with a single movement of his long fingers. Bella felt a sudden urge to cover herself and he must have sensed her sudden doubt because he shifted his body again, holding her pinned beneath him.
    â€˜You have a fabulous body,’ he breathed, lowering his mouth and claiming the straining tip of one breast. ‘A temptation for any man.’
    Taking advantage of the fact he was distracted, Bella put her hands on his chest and pushed him onto his back. Then she straddled him, her blonde hair sliding over her shoulder and tickling his chest.
    â€˜Now we’ll see who is in charge,’ she said smugly, gasping suddenly as she realised where she was sitting.
    He gave a slow smile of appreciation as he registered the same thing. ‘Make no mistake, habibiti —’ he groaned thickly ‘—you may be the one on top, but I am still the one in charge.’
    â€˜You think so?’ Leaning forward, Bella trailed the tip of her tongue over his shoulder and felt his sudden tension. Smiling to herself, she continued to lick her way down his body until she heard him give a deep, earthy groan.
    Relishing the shift in the balance of power, Bella drove him wild with her mouth and tongue, pinning his arms down with her hands and holding him there. Her prisoner. The delusionlasted all of a few minutes and then he flipped her onto her back with embarrassing ease and shifted above her, flattening her to the mattress with the weight of his body.
    â€˜You just have to be the one on top, don’t you?’ Bella gasped, her hair tangling with his arm as their bodies connected from shoulder to thigh. ‘Has anyone ever told you that you have a power complex?’
    â€˜Has anyone ever told you that you’re incredible?’
    The breath caught in her throat. ‘No.’ No one thought she was incredible.
    Pushing that thought away, Bella slid her fingers into his silky hair and dragged his head down to hers. She wanted to forget, and if there was anyone who could make her forget, it was this man—and if there was a price to pay tomorrow, she’d pay it.
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    â€˜So why do you keep a knife by the bed?’
    â€˜It isn’t by the bed. It’s by me. This is the desert, habibiti —’ Zafiq turned to look at her and she saw that his eyes were actually a deep, dark brown rather than black ‘—there are always risks.’
    And he was the biggest risk of all, Bella thought weakly, hardly recognising herself. This couldn’t possibly be her, could it? Lying compliant and quiet next to a virile, dominant male. The desert must finally have affected her brain.
    But this time she didn’t make the mistake of trying to snuggle.
    She couldn’t face another rejection.
    Just looking at him was enough to make her want him again and when he leant forward to deliver a lingering kiss to her mouth, her tummy tumbled and she waited in a fever of