The Sheik's Rebellious Mistress (7 page)

Sighing, he pulled back slightly, his forehead resting on her shoulder. “Why didn"t you tell me?” he asked more gently.

She almost didn"t answer him, but since he was asking instead of demanding this time, she decided to relent slightly. “I"ve been pretty sheltered my whole life.”

His deep sigh shattered her even more than his angry questions had. “And now I"ve come along and ruined you.”

She had to laugh at his old fashioned term. It eased the tension somewhat and for that, she was grateful.“I would hardly say I"m ruined,” she replied. “It doesn"t really apply in this day and age, but I thank you for being concerned about my reputation. If I guarantee that no one will know about our liaison tonight, will that make you feel better? And I don"t have a father that will show up on your doorstep with a shotgun, demanding marriage.” Her fingers gently touched his jaw line and she almost yelped when he suddenly reached out and nipped her fingers.

“You were a virgin. Now you"re not.”

She smiled and didn"t realize how her expression had turned her from a sweet, laughing innocent into a tempestuous beauty. “Yes, you"re right. And I can guarantee that my changed stats from virgin to nonvirgin will not affect the sun rising tomorrow morning.”

He stood up abruptly, then reached down to pick her up into his arms.

“What"s wrong?” she asked, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Where are we going?” she asked nervously. She hoped he wasn"t going to demand that she get dressed and leave. She had genuinely enjoyed talking with him and the languorousfeelings she"d been experiencing in the aftermath of their interlude had been sweet and comforting.

“We"re going to take a warm shower and then talk. I want to understand why you chose me to be your first lover,” he said.

Electra"s mind scrambled. She wasn"t about to share her humiliating life with this wonderful, sophisticated man. But she"d definitely enjoy a shower with him. The water was instantly warm and she reveled in his soft touch as he gently rubbed the soap along her body. When he was done, he started to reach for the faucet to turn off the water but her hand stopped him. With his look of inquiry, she reached for the bar of soap and stepped closer to him, rubbing the bar along the muscles that had so fascinated her earlier. Since her curiosity had been only minimally appeased before, she took time now to touch and feel to her heart"s delight.

In the end, she only made it as far as his arms again before he growled and lifted her into his arms, impaling her on his shaft, his arms moving her as the force of their passion took over once again.

Once the climax for both of them had subsided this time, Electra could no longer stand on her own. She leaned against him, absorbing his strength and shaking as he toweled her dry. He picked her up, wrapped in the towel and carried her back to his bed. Once there, he tossed the towel away and pulled her into his arms. With a simple press of a button, the lights flicked off. Only the lights from the London skyline lit the room.

Electra laid next to him, her head resting on his chest and her eyes fought a losing battle to stay open. She didn"t want this night to end. She wanted to touch him, to feel him inside her one more time but she just couldn"t get her muscles to move any more.

“Go to sleep,” he said softly, his hand rubbing her shoulder as he stared up at the ceiling. “We"ll talk in the morning.”

Dharr waited until he felt her breathing become even before he examined his feelings. He hated sharing his bed with women which is the main reason he put them up in apartments. It allowed him to leave when he"d taken his pleasure. He"d never spent the night with any of the women he"d been with so why was this slender beauty tucked next to him and why did he know with an innate sense of himself that he had no intention of letting her go in the morning?

He reviewed their entire conversations over the evening and earlier that afternoon, trying to find some point when he would have been forewarned of her innocence. But nothing came up as a warning flag. Perhaps the initial kiss, but even then, she"d caught onto his movements so quickly that he"d been lured into a sense of complacency regarding her experience. He almost laughed out loud at how quick of a learner she was. Everywhere he"d touched her, she"d come back at him with the same caress, the same movements. Until he moved inside her, that is. When she was filled with his erection, she moved only for herself and it was a complete turn-on to watch her face and her body as she found fulfillment.

“Damit!" he said out loud as his body hardened at the image floating in his mind. Looking down at the sleeping beauty in his arms, he wondered how he could want her so quickly after being satisfied three times already.
She was a mass of contradictions and he wanted to posses all of them. He hadn"t missed the rebellion that flashed through her eyes when he"d demanded an explanation. He almost chuckled at the memory of her response but restrained himself, afraid he would wake her with his amusement. The audacity of a mere woman denying him something he wanted was ludicrous. Most men shivered in fear when he issued an order. But this petite spitfire actually thought to deny him information. Didn"t she know that no one denied him anything?

He would get the reason for her innocence and more, he thought to himself moments before exhaustion took over. He"d also have her nicely ensconced in the Paris apartment within the next few days. In the meantime, he mentally made plans to have her accompany him on his meetings in Dubai for the next couple of days.
Chapter 4

Electra moved slightly, then grimaced as the manacle holding her in place tightened. Her eyes opened and she looked around, trying to orient herself to her surroundings and the darkness. When her memory of the night before returned, her face flamed into color but immediately following, a smile spread over her features. She tried to turn around, but Dharr"s arm was still wrapped around her waist, her head pillowed on his massive arm while her bottom was nestled against his groin.

Oh how she wished she could turn around and start the whole pleasure trip over again; touch him, taste him and feel him move inside her one more time. But that was not to be, she thought as she glanced at the clock and saw that it was after four o"clock in the morning. Micha was still downstairs waiting on her, she suspectedand it wasn"t fair to him.

Besides, what was the point in waiting to wake in his arms in the morning? There was no future with this man, she knew. He was dynamic and powerful and would move on to the next woman quickly. She didn"t delude herself into believing he would want her in his life beyond last night. He was too passionate of a lover to settle for simply one woman. She was just thrilled that she"d experienced his magic touch this once. Electra ignored the sadness that entered her mind and continued to pretend she didn"t care that another woman would probably be sharing his bed tonight as she disengaged her limbs from his.

Easing out of bed slowly so as not to wake him, she quietly found and then pulled on her clothes. She let her shoes dangle in her arms as she made her way out of the bedroom to the terrace where her purse had been left. Within fifteen minutes of waking, she was in the elevator being whisked down to the lobby once again.

Hoping to brave out the initial embarrassment with Micha, who could have no doubt what she"d been doing for the past eight hours but suspected that might be impossible. Her hair was down, her makeup gone and her dress was wrinkled beyond repair. But she also knew that there was a glow to her skin and a smile she couldn"t suppress and she blushed when she saw Micha quickly stand as she exited the elevator. He didn"t look her in the eye as she walked out to the street. Somehow, her car was waiting for her at the curb and the doorman politely tipped his hat as he held the door for the two of them.

Electra had to chuckle as she drove home in the darkest part of the night. She was probably the only woman in history who had to drive home from her first night of passion with her body guard in the passenger seat.

Micha didn"t talk throughout the entire trip and she didn"t initiate any conversation either. Instead, she relived each moment, each conversation, every touch she"d experienced throughout the night.

When she reached her house, she crept up t he stairs, careful so she didn"t wake her grandmother who had been sleeping for several hours by now. She brushed her teeth and slipped into her bed, smiling up at the ceiling. It had been a perfect night, she thought to herself. The only thing that could make this better would be to know that she would be experiencing Dharr"s touch once again. But that was not to be, she knew. She"d settle for tonight and be glad that she"d had a master initiate her into the world of passion.

The ringing from her purse woke her the following morning. Disoriented with exhaustion and sore muscles she hadn"t realized existed, she quickly searched for her phone, desperate to find out who was calling and get rid of them so she could get back to sleep. She almost considered turning it off without answering it, but her grandmother"s lessons in manners wouldn"t allow that to happen.

“Hello?” she asked softly into the phone, not sure what time it was but sure it was early since the sun still hadn"t made it over the edge of her bedroom window. She quickly calculated that she"d had less than three hours of sleep and that pained her since she was normally grumpy if she didn"t get at least eight hours a night.

“Where the hell are you?” a deep voice said angrily in her ear.

That voice woke her instantly and she sat up straight in bed, her eyes looking around her small bedroom to make sure no one else was able to hear the conversation. “Dharr?” she gasped. Thankfully the door to her bedroom was still closed.

“Are you expecting other men to demand your whereabouts first thing in the morning?” he gritted out harshly.

She relaxed slightly against the pillows, her mind turning fuzzy as she tried to make sense of his angry tone of voice and early morning phone call. “No. But I wasn"t assuming you would care either.”

“So you slipped out like a..”

“Don"t say another word!” she interrupted quickly, her body tensing and her eyes flashing even though he couldn"t see her anger. “I don"t think either one of us would appreciate the implications of your comment so just don"t say it!” She was shaking with anger and wanted to throw the phone across the room. But ruining her phone wouldn"t hurt him, more"s the pity.

She heard him curse under his breath and could imagine him running his long, tanned fingers through his black hair in frustration. The thought made her feel better, if only mildly. “Where are you?” he demanded. “We"re not finished. You owe me an explanation,” he said, his voice calm but with a note of steel.

As usual, when someone demanded, Electra rebelled. First his awful comment and now this?“I don"t owe you anything,” she snapped back. Then with a flick of her wrist, she snapped the cell phone closed, turning off the ringer and tossing it back into her purse. Dharr stared at the now dead phone in shock. Had she just hung up on him? The experience was unprecedented and he actually raised the phone to his ear and called her name, sure that the slip of a woman hadn"t just hung up the phone on him.

The smile that crossed his face was slow in coming but it grew until it burst into a loud, full bodied laugh. She"d actually hung up on him! No one had ever dared but this wild woman who had dared everything and challenged all he"d known and countered every assumption he"d had in a woman up to now, had really hung up on him.

He tossed the phone onto the bed and chuckled on his way to the shower, shaking his head in disbelief and a new-found respect for the female population in general, and one slender, sexy, vibrant woman in particular. As he turned on the jets to the shower, he acknowledged that there was also the intense need to wring her pretty little neck but that would have to wait, and he had many more things he wanted to do to her before he punished her for her outright defiance.

Walking out of his bedroom fifteen minutes later, freshly showered and shaved, he tossed the phone to Jamil. “Find out where she lives and get her settled into the Paris apartment,” he said. Without another word, he walked by the man frantically scribbling in his notebook as he moved toward his first meeting of the day.
Chapter 5

Glaring at the inanimate objectshe"d just tossed across the room, Electra sat up in bed, too angry to get back to sleep now.

“How dare he!” she said to the empty room. What right did he have to speak to her like that? So she"d left the morning after a night of passion? So it had been mind-boggling, toe-curling, hair scorching passion?What did he care? She"d thought she"d been doing him a favor by leaving. She certainly didn"t need the awkwardness of the morning after. Leaving had been in both their best interests. He didn"t have to follow through on all the regular niceties and she didn"t have to hear his insincere, “I"ll call you,” as she walked out the door. This way, everyone came out the winner.

Tossing the blankets off her, she stomped to the shower, waiting impatiently for the hot water to make its way up to the second floor. Memories of the previous night"s passionate shower swirled through her mind and she almost shut off the shower again but felt the need to cleanse herself after his annoying phone call.

When the hot water finally arrived through the ancient plumbing, she scrubbed her body under the warm spray, angrily trying to forget the arrogant man"s phone call and angry words. Unfortunately, she"d never been very good at releasing her anger. How dare he call her after the night they"d just shared?

It was less than two hours since she"d slipped from his warm bed, completely naked and snuggled next to him. The memories of their night started to filter into her mind and she wished desperately she could hang onto her anger. But as she remembered the feelings he gave her and how her body responded to every touch of his, her anger started to dissipate. It was hard to remain furious when her body was still tingling from what he"d made her feel.

Stepping out of the shower and toweling herself dry, she flicked her phone back on, wondering what she would do if he called again. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a teeshirt, still fuming about the obnoxious man and thinking of the perfect thing to say, if only she"d thought of it when he"d called earlier. As she walked down the stairs to the kitchen, her phonerang and she picked it up, checking the caller"s number before answering it, just to make sure it wasn"t Dharr. She ignored the disappointment in the pit of her stomach when she didn"t recognize the caller.