ROMANCE: Sleeping With The Sheikh (Billionaire Alpha Male Sheikh Romance) (New Adult Forbidden Series Short Stories) Read Free

doubt that she would satisfy the needs of any man who was privileged enough to experience those curves.
    But he still didn’t want her.
    “Please, we shall be married one day. I insist you call me Farhid,” he offered to the young woman, a smile that didn’t reach his eyes on his face.
    He could tell that she smiled beneath the veil when she straightened, nodding her head. “As you wish, Farhid. I am honored.”
    His father stepped forward then and spoke the words that Farhid had dreaded to hear since the arrangement to marry this young woman was made, “That day has come, my son. Your reign will be soon and I have set a date so that you shall not enter into the perils of ruling alone.”
    “A date?” Farhid worked to keep his expression neutral. He wished to argue with his father, but it was clear already that there was no point. His mind was made up.
    “One week from today.”
    ***
    That one week arrived quicker than Farhid ever could have imagined. In some ways, he surmised that it was a good thing. He didn’t have time to consider how this would change his life, for better or worse. He couldn’t think about how much he didn’t want to marry Djamila, no matter how beautiful or well connected she was.
    Sighing, Farhid adjusted his sash. He tried to remind himself that this was not her fault any more than it was his. She was as much a victim of circumstance as he was. Their parents had gotten together to arrange their marriage to one another and while it made so much sense from a business standpoint, it had little merit based in the department of love.
    He met her still for the ceremony, which was traditional and lovely. His father was proud, many people danced and ate and drank until late into the night. The festivities would go for many days beyond, because he was a prince and his wedding was significant.
    To his people, at least, if not to him.
    And when the ceremony was over, his father clapped him on the shoulder and reminded him that he was a good man, an honorable man. When they parted and Farhid headed towards his chambers, he was tired, but knew the day was not yet over.
    She was still wearing her dress from the ceremony. It was a beautiful red color, vibrant and passionate, tinged with an intricate gold design around the sleeves and the hem. Around the neck likewise was golden, her entire frame covered by the lavish material. There was a shroud made of golden coins woven together that was draped over her hair and hung about her shoulders and a veil covered her full lips.
    This was it. The moment when they would consummate their union and there would be no returning. It should be a joyous occasion and Farhid admitted that there was a good chance he would easily convince his body to respond to the vision before him, but he also knew that there was a difference between lust and love.
    She was a beauty to behold, but he did not think he could love her.
    “My husband,” she whispered and lowered her dark, smoky eyes.
    He realized that he had been motionless and staring. With a nod to himself, he forced words from his lips, “Enter, my wife.”
    She obeyed his command, entering his chambers—their chambers now—and came towards Farhid. Marriage bound them together and she understood her duties. That was why she removed her dress with trembling fingers, letting the fabric pool at her feet.
    At first, Farhid looked away. He did not want her, not as a wife, and it seemed wrong then to allow this to happen. But her voice, trembling though it was, called to him. “Do you not want me, husband?”
    And what could he do? What could he say? He had no options save the ones presented to him tonight: take her as his willing bride, or send her away shamed.
    So he looked to her and allowed his eyes to ravage her perfect form, trailing over her large, firm breasts and down her slender body until he found her flared hips. Birthing hips. His body responded to her, even though his heart beat weakly in protest. This was