Lustful Intrigue: Forbidden Love Amidst Duty's Chains
y any woman, no matter how strong
he half-circle bay of floor-to-ceiling windows. Wispy tendrils of fog connected her to the open
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ss black cloak and had her back to him. But he wouldn't know her if she w
countess and an Arab sheikh. She was the wife of the Chancellor o
act except behind closed d
he had danced nude among the other prostitutes. She had used him to fuel her desire for sexual titillation, and for a few hours, he had transformed into the animal she thought
, if she hadn't purposefully pushed her wa
ahogany and padded over the Persian carpet that covered the library floor. "What d
ity, bounced off the three sash windows and chased the curving
anxiety, practically smel
e was, alone in the Bastard Sheikh's den, with
undamental way imaginable that his body was his to g
ndelier, waiting for her to turn and f
and bubbled throug
hat she desired, daring her to say the forbidden words, familiar ones, I want to diddle an Ara
framed by glittering yellow silk draperies. The dark veil
ips twisted
inking. What every Englishwoma
ot have sun-kissed
wear fitted attire l
o is part
each me how to gi
muffled by the veil, bu
the words he
d. Erotic pictures rushed before his eyes... of a lady... naked... taking
owing and hardening, recalling pictures that would never exist, exiled as he was in thi
s twitched
for selfish reasons under the premi
she had to offer, although knowing it was a lie: Englishwomen
ced the gap between himself and the woman
she did not fl
as fine with simply
of the sheer black cloth that obscured her view. His compl
d learnt to be a man in a nation where women are valued half as much as men-a woman
e should be
ain what you want
ench of whiskey, perfume, perspi
an pleasure," she said gently, leaning h
five feet three inches, and
timated her to be in her early forties. Faint creases extended from the corners of delicate hazel eyes. The face pulled up to his was rounder than oval, the
. Why didn't