The Sheik’s Captured Princess (The Samara Royal Family Series Book 4) Read Free

up and pulled her hat off, toppling her wig as well.  The wig was tossed to the floor and her wavy brown locks tumbled from the pins that had been holding it all in place. 
    “You’re a woman!” he growled furiously.
    Not one to languish when abused, Ciala snapped out of her frightened state with a surge of anger. 
    “Aren’t you a brilliant guy!” she snapped right back, still trying to dislodge his hand so that she could get free.  “Now that you’ve discovered that, think you could pull back?” she asked but it was more of a demand as her body twisted, trying to get his hands out of her hair and off of her chest. 
    His hand moved but only to grab her face, his long fingers touching the soft skin.  “No stubble.  I should have realized sooner.”
    Ciala was still pressed against the jail wall but she pushed him back.  Or tried to.  The man was like a mountain, unmoving and indifferent to her struggles.  “Okay, you beast.  Just let me go or I’m really going to report you!”
     
    Jurar couldn’t believe this woman, couldn’t understand his body’s instant and intense fascination with the woman in his arms.  He was normally drawn to the soft, sexy ladies with elegant manners and a knack for sexual enticement. 
    So why was his body suddenly rock hard and throbbing at the discovery that the small man was actually a very lush female with delicate skin and beautiful eyes, not to mention, bountiful curves that his hands were aching to explore further?  He felt her nipple pebble against his palm and he wanted to move against that succulent flesh, to tear open her flannel shirt and look at what his hands were only starting to understand was a very full breast. 
    Her temper even turned him on!  He’d never experienced a woman so soft and lovely with a temper like this one! 
    Now that he knew she was a woman, he noticed her soft, delicate skin.  Her lashes were too long for a man, but had been hidden behind those horrid glasses.  And her slender figure, previously thought to be a man’s too effeminate body, turned out to be much more alluring than he’d thought possible. 
    Her words struck him as amusing, especially considering her current predicament.  “And who might you report me to, little one?” he asked, his body continuing to react to her softness.  Her skin was like cream, softer than anything he’d ever touched before.  And her hair!  It flowed like a waterfall down across her shoulder now that it was freed from the confinement of the ill-fitting wig. 
    She was all woman and he was both disgusted with himself for not realizing it sooner and oddly fascinated with her.  This tiny woman had battled three rebels and almost taken down two of his men!  A woman!  Unheard of!
    “Sir!’ one of the guards called out.  “You should see this.”
    Jurar didn’t blink, not willing to take his eyes away from the shockingly beautiful woman that was nervously looking up at him.  Yes, she knew that she was in more trouble now.  He understood her position and he thrilled to her new awareness of him as a man. As he looked down at her, he could feel her trembling increase and his hand, touching her cheek, slid down slightly and his thumb rested against the pulse at the base of her throat.  “What is a beautiful woman like you doing here with a group of rebels?” he pondered softly. 
    “I’m not with the rebels but my business is personal.  None of your business,” she snapped. Ciala didn’t know what this man was thinking, but she instinctively knew that she was in huge trouble.  And that funny feeling in her stomach increased as the look in the giant man’s eyes changed.  No longer was he only a threat because of the danger, he was a threat as a man. 
    “Let me go,” she demanded again, but her words were more of a whisper as his fingers teased the sensitive skin of her neck, skin she’d never thought was very sensitive before. 
    His eyes hardened and his hands remained on