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  SINFULLY HIS

  Alice Raine

  Published by Accent Press Ltd 2019

  Octavo House

  West Bute Street

  Cardiff

  CF10 5LJ

  www.accentpress.co.uk

  Copyright © Alice Raine 2019

  The right of Alice Raine to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by the author in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  The story contained within this book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, electrostatic, magnetic tape, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the written permission of Accent Press Ltd.

  elSBN 9781786157218

  Chapter One

  I woke up feeling so well rested and cosy that I could have easily rolled over and drifted back to sleep, except for one small thing. A slight nagging soreness between my legs which instantly reminded me of where I was and what had happened last night.

  It seemed totally surreal, but I was in the Royal Palace of Somora, and I’d spent last night in this gigantic bed with Khalil, the prince of the island. I cuddled my pillow a little closer and a huge grin pulled at my lips as I remembered exactly what we’d got up to during the night. Not a lot of sleeping, that was for sure, and now I could no longer call myself a virgin.

  My cheeks heated as I thought back over the sex. It had been pretty bloody amazing, and Khalil had been so sweet when he’d discovered I had never done it before.

  I was deep in thought replaying last night when I got the weird feeling that I was being watched. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled pleasantly and my skin warmed with awareness as I slowly began to roll over onto my back.

  Just as I suspected, I found Khalil lying beside me. He was propped up on one elbow gazing at me with a sweet smile on his face. My lips stretched into a shy smile and I had to fight the urge to cover myself up. Finding a gorgeous man staring down at me in bed was quite a novelty, and my skin burned from the attention.

  ‘Good morning, little one,’ Khalil murmured. His voice was a low, sexy rumble. It seemed to awaken my whole body with desire and did nothing to lessen my blushes.

  ‘H... hey.’ My voice was dry and squeaky, and his smile broadened as I had to clear my throat before continuing. ‘Morning.’

  ‘Sleep well?’ he enquired, reaching up to brush some stray hairs from my face. I nodded and nuzzled my face into the warmth of his hand to try to escape his intense stare. ‘Mmm-hmm. So well.’ My smile turned to an embarrassed grin. ‘I think you wore me out.’

  The mattress trembled slightly as Khalil gave a deep chuckle and then an agreeing hum. ‘Mmm, yes, quite.’

  Cupping my jaw, he tilted my head up and placed a gentle kiss on my lips before leaning back and gazing down at me. ‘I am awed by the gift you bestowed upon me last night, Sara.’

  The gift? I was still sleepy, so it took my fuzzy brain a few seconds to realise what he was referring to – my virginity. I hardly looked at it as a gift, but if it was, then I couldn’t have picked anyone else I would rather have given it to. This topic was a little embarrassing, so I stayed silent and offered a small shrug in reply.

  He raised an eyebrow at my silence and then gave a solemn nod. ‘You brush it off as if it were nothing, but to me it was everything, Sara. I feel so honoured that you chose me.’ He placed another kiss on my lips and I lifted a hand to push it through his hair, loving how the soft strands slid through my grasp. ‘You belong to me now, little one.’

  His possessive words sent a thrill through me. They curled in my system, reaching out to my romantic heart and giving life to an idea I’d always held close – that I’d give my virginity to the man I would end up marrying and spending the rest of my life with. But as much as I would love for it to be the case, I knew our reality wasn’t going to be a fairy-tale romance. Khalil’s bloodline was royal. His father was the Sheik of this island, and for Khalil that meant he must fulfil certain responsibilities. The largest of which was to marry a girl of his father’s choosing, and I could hands-down guarantee that girl would never be me.

  We were also on a time limit – his parents were returning from their summer tour of Europe in one week’s time, and would no doubt set about planning his wedding as soon as they were back. I could see from the determined glint in his eye that Khalil was waiting for me to acknowledge his declaration, and so I carefully hid my sadness and gave a shy smile as I nodded.

  With so much negativity stacked against us it would have been easy to allow melancholy to overwhelm me, but instead I decided that if Khalil wanted to declare I was his, then I would happily accept it, even if it did only last for the next seven days. After all, it was about time I lived in the moment and enjoyed myself.

  ‘Jump in the shower if you like. It might relax your muscles if you’re a little sore.’ I was glad he hadn’t outright asked me if I was tender, because as much as we had shared last night that might have been a little too personal for me to answer without dying of embarrassment. ‘I’ll go and make us some coffee. We can drink on the balcony,’ he suggested as he stood from the bed and flashed a wink my way. Seeing as he was stark naked, he flashed me a lot more than just a wink. Not that I was complaining as my eyes dropped down his body and greedily soaked up every detail I could. God, he really was stunning; tall and lean with defined muscles wrapping around his entire body. My gaze strayed to his groin, the area that had managed to cause me so much pleasure last night, and my eyes widened as I saw that he was already half hard.

  ‘If you keep staring at me like that, little one, then you won’t be making it to the shower anytime soon.’

  Caught in the act of ogling him, I jerked my head up to meet his intense stare. After a silent moment where I thought he was going to follow through on his threat, Khalil’s shoulders relaxed, and he laughed. ‘I’m only being lenient because you might be tender. Shower, now, before I change my mind.’

  ‘OK.’ My voice was husky as I watched him pull on some jeans and a shirt, and then leave the room. As I made my way to the bathroom, I had a huge grin on my face as I started to wonder exactly when round three might happen. Going off his parting words, I had a feeling I wouldn’t have too long to wait.

  I was towelling myself off after my incredible shower – it had five jets, which meant as well as raining water down on you from above it sprayed you from all sides as well – when I felt a tingling on the back of my neck. I was starting to get used to this feeling now; it was my body’s way of telling me that Khalil was somewhere nearby, and so, with a smile now stretching my lips, I plucked up the courage to turn my naked body towards the door.

  Sure enough, I found Khalil standing there propped on the doorframe watching me.

  ‘Hey. How long have you been stood there?’

  ‘Just a few seconds.’ His gaze dropped away from my face and trailed down my body before slowly working its way back up. I’d never been hugely confident, so standing nude before someone else was a distinctly new experience for me.

  ‘I wish I’d been quicker now. I could have joined you.’ His words caused heat to instantly bloom inside my body and I shifted on the spot to try to ease the sudden throbbing between my legs.

  As I stood there feeling well and truly flustered, I noticed that Khalil had an odd twinkle in his eye. Tilting my head, I tried to work out what his expression meant, but drew a blank. ‘Why do you have such a strange look on your face?’

  Khalil smiled, but instead of the affectionate smile I was
so used to, this was more like a filthy, sexy smirk. ‘I’ve just made coffee so I hadn’t been planning on doing this right away, but, seeing as you’re already naked, it seems like a perfect opportunity.’

  ‘Hadn’t planned on doing what?’ I asked in complete confusion.

  Khalil slowly removed one hand from his pocket, and with it came a long length of something black and shiny that looked a lot like silk. It was about the width of a dressing gown sash, but as he continued to pull the silk out, I saw it was far longer. There had to be at least three metres of the stuff, and when the other end finally appeared, he slowly ran it through his fingers, back and forth, back and forth.

  I didn’t know where to look. The silk tie was intriguing and his movements with it were almost hypnotising, but the heated expression on his face was equally as hard to tear my gaze away from.

  ‘I believe I once mentioned the idea of tying you to my bed...’

  My breath stopped in my lungs and my eyes widened as I digested his words. He had threatened to tie me to his bed, back on the day I had injured myself and had been trying to go home instead of letting him take care of me. He’d had an interested twinkle in his eyes when he’d said it, but I’d never for the life of me thought he was serious.

  It would seem I was wrong.

  ‘It would appear from your blush that you rather like the idea, too?’ he enquired softly with a curious tilt of his head, seeming to seek my permission to continue. The thought of being tied up and unable to move should probably have worried me, but this was Khalil, I trusted him completely, and so instead of fear, a shiver of thrilled excitement rushed through my body as I nodded.

  ‘Excellent.’ Stepping back out of the doorway, he gestured to the bedroom with a sweep of his arm. ‘On the bed, face up.’

  My feet were moving before I even realised it, indicating that my body was more than up for his little games, and so I followed his instruction and laid myself on my back before taking a second to get my arms and legs comfortable.

  Looking across at Khalil, I watched in fascination as he pulled a further three silk sashes from his pockets and then approached me. He placed two of the sashes down, took the remaining two between his teeth, and then climbed onto the bed to join me before straddling my waist and looking down at me with a grin. The sashes dropped from his lips and pooled on my chest, and I discovered that getting my arms and legs comfortable had been a waste of time because Khalil swiftly took my left hand into his and dragged it above my head. My wrist was secured to the bedframe by the first sash, and then my right hand followed suit as he repeated his actions.

  Without saying a word, he flashed me a wink, and then rotated his body so he was still sitting astride me but now facing my feet, leaving me with a view of his broad back. The other two sashes quickly came into use as Khalil spread my legs wide and secured each of my ankles to the posts on the foot of the bed.

  Khalil climbed from the bed and took a moment to run his gaze over my entrapped position. With my body spread and tied like this I felt utterly exposed to him. He could see all of me, every single part, but because of the trust I had in him I felt surprisingly relaxed.

  ‘You are utterly stunning, Sara.’ His voice was no more than a low rasp and his eyes burned with hunger. From the way his hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides, it seemed he was also desperately trying to hold himself back from touching me. The knowledge that I had this gorgeous man so worked up was a huge turn-on, and I found myself wriggling on the bed and tugging at my restraints, desperate to join in and grab him.

  ‘Quite effective, aren’t they?’ he murmured with a smirk as he gave the sash at my ankle a gentle tug.

  I let out a huff of irritation that earned me a wicked grin from Khalil, and then he lifted his hands and began to undo the buttons on his shirt. The sight of him slowly stripping before me was enough to still my movements, and I lay there greedily watching as he peeled the shirt from his body and then began to lower the zipper on his jeans. His jeans pooled on the floor and he stood there gloriously naked and completely unashamed.

  Not that he had anything to be ashamed about. I hadn’t exactly seen a lot of men naked, but I didn’t need to see anyone else to know that Khalil was a pretty fine specimen. As well as his gorgeous muscles, he had a smattering of dark hair on his chest, trailing downwards to the triangle of muscle that led to his groin. His cock was now standing proudly to attention and pointing at me as if trying to lead the way. He was so striking I was almost salivating.

  Khalil stepped to the foot of the bed and gave both of my feet a brief massage. Then he ran a teasing finger along the ticklish base of my foot, causing me to yelp, and thrash about in my restraints. He chuckled at my helplessness, but thankfully moved on and began to drag his touch up my right leg, which was the one closest to him. His touch danced across my skin, teasing my calf, knee, and then dragging up the tender skin on my inner thigh before trailing through the hair at my groin. He avoided touching me between my legs, but his eyes lingered there for several moments.

  As much as I was loving his attention I was so wound up now that I desperately needed him to up the pace a little and touch me properly. As if sensing my frustration, he let out a low, appreciative grumble and climbed on the bed.

  Instead of crashing his lips down onto mine and touching me with the abandon I craved, he placed a chaste kiss on the end of my nose, straddled me, and sat up on his haunches. Leaning forwards, he circled both of my wrists with his hands and then slowly dragged his touch down my arms, trailing a single finger along the soft skin of my inner arm until he reached my collarbones.

  My body was wriggling below his now, but no matter how much I moved or moaned it seemed he was set on continuing his earlier exploration and focusing on my upper body. Quite apparently, this was the purpose of the bonds: he wanted me tied up and helpless so he could tease me mercilessly.

  ‘Khalil, please...’ I wasn’t above begging, and I stared up at him with wide, pleading eyes, only to find a gleeful expression on his face.

  ‘All in good time, little one. The waiting will make it all the more powerful, I promise you.’

  More powerful? I already felt as if I was only a few touches away from something pretty flipping phenomenal, but if it pleased him this much to play his games, I would try to contain my need for just a little longer.

  His arousing exploration continued to my breasts, those teasing fingers running circles around both of them until they were peaked into hard little nubs desperate for his attention. He didn’t touch my nipples though, of course he didn’t. I knew his game now. No matter how much I struggled against my bonds, he avoided my nipples, just as he had avoided touching between my legs.

  His teasing touches continued for what seemed like hours. He ran his hands through my hair, massaged my scalp, trailed feather light touches across my jaw, circled my nipples for what felt like the hundredth time, and then, without warning, removed his touch completely.

  Sitting back, Khalil laid his hands on his thighs and stared down at me. ‘How do you feel?’

  Thinking about it briefly, I searched for the best way to describe how I felt. ‘Tingly. My whole body is tingly and hot.’

  ‘Turned on?’ he asked, a curious glimmer in his eyes.

  My cheeks flushed with heat, but he’d seen the way I’d been writhing below him so it must be blindingly obvious that I was aroused.

  ‘Yes. Very.’

  At my confession he looked well and truly pleased with himself, and a shit-eating grin spread across his face. ‘Say it. Take control of how you feel. Tell me what you want.’

  My eyes dropped to the gigantic erection that currently lay heavily across my belly and Khalil let out a bark of amused laughter. ‘Don’t be embarrassed, Sara. Tell me.’

  I cleared my throat, licked my dry lips, and tried not to look embarrassed as I did as he had requested. ‘I’m aroused. Really turned on... and I want...’ I held his gaze this time, even though I desperately wanted
to look at his cock again. ‘I want you.’

  He nodded his pleasure at my answer, but then asked me yet another probing question. ‘What do you want me to do? Tell me exactly.’

  God. I wasn’t used to saying things like this out loud, but from the blazing expression on his face he clearly wanted me to, so after sucking in a breath for confidence I said what I thought he might like to hear. ‘I want you, Khalil. I want you inside of me. I need you to... to... to fuck me. To make me come until I scream.’

  The moment the words had left my tongue Khalil let out a growl and practically fell upon me, blanketing me in his strength as his mouth attacked mine with a desperation that shocked me. His hands were suddenly everywhere I needed them; one on a nipple, squeezing and tugging it, and the other dipping down my body and pressing between my legs to find my clit.

  A noise left my throat that was half moan and half squeal as my oversensitive body tried to cope with the sudden onslaught of pleasure. I bucked my hips below him, giving as much movement as I could in my tethered position, but it wasn’t enough – I needed him to take the lead.

  ‘Khalil, please...’

  ‘Relax, Sara. I’ll take care of you.’ He ran a single finger though my wetness, which caused my back to arch, and then, after circling my opening, he returned to my clit and spread the moisture around in small, firm circles, sending shock waves pulsing through me. Instead of continuing with his moves and sending me over the edge, Khalil removed his fingers from my clit and then shifted his entire body down the bed so that he was crouched between my legs.

  As his eyes dropped between my legs, a wave of embarrassment flowed over my body. I knew I was wet, really wet, which no doubt he could now see very clearly. I desperately wanted to close my thighs, but with his cunning silk sashes holding me spread-eagled there was no shying away from his probing stare.

  ‘My God, Sara,’ he murmured hotly, before ducking his head and running a lick from my core to my clit and back again. He let out a low, aroused moan at my taste. The sensation of his tongue on my heated core was almost enough to tip me over the edge, but then he upped his moves again by sliding not one, but two of his fingers inside me and immediately managing to locate my G-spot.