The Desert King's Captive Bride. Annie West
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A jet eyebrow rose and the lips buried in all that undergrowth of beard curved up.
She amused him. The realisation infuriated her.
‘I’m not a plaything, Huseyn. You’ll find most women prefer not to be touched against their will.’
‘Most women enjoy my touch.’ His voice was a low murmur of masculine confidence. His eyes gleamed silver. He thought himself irresistible.
The women in his province of Jumeah must be a sorry lot.
Impossible, appalling man. Was she supposed to thank him for planning to marry her?
‘If you say so.’ She met his look blandly. ‘But I can’t help thinking most women would pretend to enjoy intimacy when a man has so much more...power than they do. Out of self-defence, you understand.’
He dropped her hand as if bitten, his eyes widening in what looked like genuine shock.
‘I would never use force against a woman!’ His growl scuttled along her spine, drawing her skin tight.
‘Is that so?’ She stepped back until she felt the desk behind her. It was good to lean on something solid. ‘Then what would you call your demand that we marry? If it’s a request, I’ve already declined.’
Ghizlan saw his jaw move. Was he grinding his teeth? She hoped he got jaw ache. A pulse throbbed at his temple and the muscles in those big arms bunched and swelled.
She refused to cower.
Always show a calm face, no matter what the provocation.
‘It’s an attempt to avoid bloodshed.’
‘You’ll have to do better than that. Jeirut is a proud and stable democratic monarchy. The new Sheikh will be voted in by the Royal Council, then parliament. There will be no bloodshed. The truth is you want the crown and you’re resorting to force to get it.’
‘Not force. Just a pre-emptive tactical move.’
Ghizlan remained scornfully silent.
He scowled at her and she knew she should be scared. But to her surprise, she was more intrigued than fearful. Clearly she was jet-lagged and had taken leave of her senses!
‘Even you must admit I’m the best choice to rule. I have a solid claim to the crown with my kinship ties. I’m the only one who can say that. More importantly, I’m strong, resolute, a warrior as well as having experience as an administrator. Our marriage will simply make the decision easier and speed the process.’
Ghizlan arched one eyebrow. ‘If you’re such a perfect choice the Council will vote for you.’
‘But that will take time. Time Jeirut doesn’t have.’
‘You may be eager to ascend the throne but—’
‘You think this is about me?’ His shaggy hair brushed his shirt as he shook his head. ‘It’s about keeping Jeirut safe. With your father’s death, Halarq is poised to invade.’
‘Nonsense.’ Her voice sharpened. ‘My father was on the brink of signing peace agreements with both Zahrat and Halarq.’
‘Now he’s gone the old Emir of Halarq sees an opportunity. His troops are mobilising. Intelligence suggests they’ll begin by claiming the disputed territory then pushing as far as they can into Jeirut.’
‘That territory has belonged to Jeirut for two hundred years.’
‘Yet I’ve been fighting border skirmishes with his forces since I was old enough to hold a weapon. You may not realise it here in the safety of the capital.’ His gaze raked the room as if dismissing its fine furnishings. ‘But my province has borne the brunt of our neighbour’s ambitions for years. Believe me, he’s poised to act and the longer it takes us to choose a new leader the better it suits him.’
Ghizlan opened her mouth to protest then closed it. There was a seed of truth in what Huseyn said. ‘Then talk to the Council. Urge a speedy decision.’
He shook his head. ‘The majority are in favour of me but the Council likes to deliberate. A quick decision is seen as a bad one. And there are two other candidates, though their claims aren’t as strong. If Halarq invades it will throw that process into confusion. I need to act now. Convince the Council to choose the best man to protect the country.’
Ghizlan looked at the determined thrust of that dark jaw, and the gleam in his eyes, and she nearly believed him. Until she thought of her sister and the palace in lockdown.
Her hands came together in slow, deliberate applause.
‘That’s some performance. I could almost believe you were sacrificing yourself for the country in claiming the throne. But if you expect me to sacrifice my liberty and marry you, think again. Your rhetoric doesn’t sway me.’
Something flickered across his face. An expression so swift she couldn’t read it. Yet it reminded her of a flash of sheet lightning across mountain peaks in the storm season. Her flesh tightened.
‘You won’t do this for your country?’
‘For my country or for you?’ She didn’t bother hiding her disdain.
He scowled. ‘I should have known not to expect too much from you. You didn’t even hurry home when your father died. Obviously your priorities lie elsewhere.’
Ghizlan sucked in an outraged breath. It was true she’d avoided returning to Jeirut when her planned betrothal to Sheikh Idris was abruptly cancelled. But that had been at her father’s request, to let the scandal die. Since then she’d been cultivating business contacts Jeirut desperately needed if planned new developments were to proceed.
Not that a man like this, a ruthless mountain marauder with no finesse, would understand that.
‘Clearly news is slow to reach your province,’ she bit out. ‘The dust cloud from a volcano in Iceland stopped all flights for days.’ She’d almost flown home from New York across the Pacific instead but each day the forecasters had predicted the cloud would clear and aviation would recommence. For two days they’d been wrong. ‘I came on the first flight.’
Her voice grew husky. It was ridiculous. She’d never been close to her father. He’d never once indicated he loved her. Yet her chest ached when she thought of not being here for his funeral. Or to support Mina.
‘Not that I care about your opinion. I’d simply never marry a man I despised on sight.’
‘Despised?’ His voice dropped to that bass rumble. Thunder to the lightning she’d seen a moment ago. She felt its vibration shimmer across her nipples and thighs.
‘Absolutely.’ Her chin notched even higher. Had he moved closer?
He had moved closer. She drew in that tangy scent of stable and man as he stepped in, toe to toe.
‘Then how do you explain this, my lady?’
Big, warm, implacable hands closed around her upper arms and his face lowered to hers.
GHIZLAN WHIPPED HER head to one side but only succeeded in baring her cheek to this...this...bandit.
Whiskers brushed her in a totally unfamiliar caress, sending little shivers dancing across her skin. Warm lips, far softer than she’d imagined, nuzzled her cheek, stealing her breath.
She wouldn’t scream. She wouldn’t give him the pleasure of revealing fear. Instead she stood ramrod straight. Frozen.
Yet it wasn’t fear she experienced as his lips moved in a tantalisingly slow trail up to her ear. Ghizlan blinked, surprised at the odd sensation of warmth curling in on itself deep in her belly.
This had gone on long enough.