Sheikh's Purchased Princess by Sophia Lynn Read Free Book Online

you be doing?”
    He paused. He was a man with power. She couldn't imagine he would give it up easily, but when he shrugged, there seemed to be nothing easier in the world.
    “I will do what you wish.”
    A part of her shouted that she should be asking for her freedom, that she should ask to leave, to be sent home, but right then, all she wanted was the freedom to touch this man, to make him gasp, to make his eyes open wide with the pleasure she could give him.
    “I want you,” she whispered, because that was the truest thing she could think of. She did want this man. She wanted his strength, his beauty, his power. She wanted him to make her forget everything that had happened over the past few days.
    When Emily looked down into Adnan's eyes, she could see how black they were and how deep. She wondered how she looked to him, whether he could see the need in her and the fear that she had been keeping back for what felt like years.
    “Heaven above, I want you,” he murmured. “More than I should…”
    Again, Emily wondered at the strange sentiment from a man who had bought her, but she pushed it away. It was too much to think of now. Instead, all she cared about was the beautiful man who looked up at her as if she had stars woven in her hair. She leaned down to kiss him, and this time, this time, she thought she would simply give it all to him, all of it…
    “Damn it.”
    That was all the warning that Emily got before his hands closed on her hips, lifting her up and away. She squawked in a particularly undignified way when he lifted her clear and settled her down on the couch next to him.
    “What's the matter?” A horrible thought occurred to her. “Did I do something wrong? What—”
    “No, no, you have done nothing wrong…” Adnan replied running his fingers through his hair. Just the motion awakened something needy in her. She wanted to touch his hair, to make sure that he was still real. Right now he was the only stable thing in her world, and the thought of it made her dizzy.
    “You,” he said, standing up and away from her, “were made to tempt men to evil.”
    “I can't help it!” Emily blurted out. As soon as she said it, she realized what a foolish thing it was to say. She blushed hard, but Adnan only grinned at her. In the back of her mind, she noted what a sweet smile it was, and there was a faint and ringing bell somewhere deep in her memory.
    “No, I don't think you can,” he said, and there was an edge of regret to his voice as well. “Be that as it may, you are too tempting by half, and frankly…I am not interested.”
    Emily felt as if the world was tumbling out from underneath her. If he wasn't interested in her, what would happen? Would she be returned to the place where the other girls were kept?
    “Then why did you buy me?”
    It was, she realized after she said it, possibly the worst thing a girl could say to her captor. This was the man who had spent an enormous amount of money to do exactly what he wanted with her, and no matter what it was, she was not in a position to question him. Oma had made that distressingly clear.
    Adnan paused. For perhaps the first time, she wondered what was going on in his head, what his motivations were. It had seemed so simple when he had simply been the evil man buying her, when she could simply look at him as a villain. Now things were much more complicated, and Emily realized that she had absolutely no script for what was going to happen.
    “That is not something that you need to know,” he said, looking away, and that temper that had always gotten her into so much trouble reared its head again. She leaped up from the couch so she could face him on her own two feet, her face heating. Her whole life, she was used to fighting for what she needed, though that instinct had been necessarily cloaked for days. Now it came raging up to the forefront again.
    “What the hell do you think you're doing?” she hissed. “What kind of game are you playing