Possession of the Sheikh: (Interracial BWWM Erotica) (The Men of Sharjah Series Book 2) Read Free Page A

won’t make any.  All I can say about my actions is that I was young and foolish, and afraid of what I was starting to feel for you.  And I know that doesn’t change what happened or make it okay, but I am sorry. I’ve always regretted what happened between us, and if you just give me the chance, I will do everything I can to make you happy and make this right.”
    The second our bodies made contact, I felt a jolt from the top of my head all the way to my toes.  I had no choice but to meet the scorching intensity of his gaze, even as heat spread through me like wildfire.  What I saw in those obsidian depths took my breath away.  Everything about his expression was earnest, sincere. I felt my resolve beginning to crumble, until I remembered how deeply he’d hurt me.  He’d tried apologizing before but I’d refused to hear him out, knowing that he would only try to charm me as he was doing now.  
    I shrugged away from him until he was forced to let me go.  His lofty declarations were nothing more than meaningless words and empty promises.
    “You can save the apologies and pretty words for one of your mistresses. I said I’d marry you, and I will, but this marriage is not about you or me.  It’s about ensuring that Sharjah remains peaceful and stable.”
    Khalil’s eyes flashed dangerously. I knew that look, the one that had always hinted at his darkly erotic and possessive nature.  I’d been intimately familiar with how easily he could lay claim to me, and after only five minutes alone in his presence he’d proven I was not as immune to him as I pretended to be.  So I knew if he touched me again I would not escape that boardroom without him completely branding me.  In his eyes, I saw it.  He would take me until I had no power left in my body to resist him.
    “You are mistaken if you believe this will be a marriage in name only.”
    My temper flared.  “And you are mistaken if you think it will be anything but .  You had your one freebie just now, but that’s it.  If I recall, you’ve always loved screwing every hole out there, and I won’t stand in your way.  As long as you don’t stand in mine.”
    I could see his restraint was threading thin, and that I needed to get out of there before it completely snapped. 
    “You already know I will never allow you to sleep with any other man besides me, and if you continue to provoke me, Sabeen, you will regret it.”
    He was already stalking toward me, the hunter closing in on his prey, but before he could reach me, I made it to the door and flung it open.  My assistant sat at her desk some ways away.  She looked up curiously, before returning her attention to her computer screen.  She was far enough away that she couldn’t hear what we said despite that the door was now open.  At the same time, I couldn’t be one hundred percent certain that Khalil would be completely deterred by Laila’s presence, not if he decided to drag me back inside and fuck me all over my boardroom, which I could see was his intent.
    “You’ve bought yourself some time with this little stunt, but we both know you can’t run from me forever.  And when I catch you, I can promise you that the first thing I’m going to do is punish you for even insinuating I would ever share what’s mine with another.”
    He brushed past me then, his gaze still focused on me.  Fifteen years ago, I may have trembled in anticipation, and maybe even a little fear, but not today.  I wasn’t the same girl he’d once seduced and then discarded.  I met the challenge in his eyes, and I knew the moment he realized that I wasn’t that same girl anymore either. 
    I wasn’t a girl at all. 
    “Well lucky for me Khalil, I know you’re not a man who keeps his promises, least of all when it comes to me.”
     
     

Chapter Two
     
    Fifteen Years Earlier
    “And, Khalil, while you’re in Atlanta, would you do me this favor, and check on my daughter. We argued the last time we spoke so she