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

in his eyes was back and she was too inexperienced in the ways of men and women.  She knew she couldn’t handle his seduction and he’d just proven her inability to fight him.  She wasn’t going to let him reduce her down to a quivering mass again.
    “Please don’t,” she whimpered, furious that she’d sounded so weak.  She couldn’t help it.  This man’s touch did something to her.  Maybe any man who touched her in that way might give her the same reaction.  She didn’t know because no man had ever gotten this close. 
    “Are you going to tell me what I want to know?” he asked softly.  His other hand reached up and pulled her against him once more. 
    Ciala felt his erection against her stomach.  She’d felt this before but her mind had been too focused on his hands to realize what was going on lower in this man’s body. 
    She had to force her mind to concentrate on his words and not on…that part of him…lower on her stomach.  Looking up into his dark, furious eyes, she swallowed and shook her head slightly, trying to erase the fog of desire. 
    “Will you promise not to tell my brothers what I’m doing?” she whispered, trembling so violently that she knew that he could feel it. 
    “No,” he replied swiftly.  “Although I don’t anticipate having conversations with your brothers on subjects other than political ones.”
    She bit her lower lip, trying to decide if he was telling her the truth.  “And what happens if those subjects stray to…other issues?” Her hand moved up higher, twisting her earring slightly as she tugged at her earlobe. 
    Jurar wanted information and he was tired of dancing around the subject.  “Princess, if you don’t tell me what I want to know…” he left the threat hanging in the air between them but shifted slightly so that his leg was pressed between hers. 
    “Fine!” she gasped, closing her eyes and trying to block out the sensations zinging through her with this new position.  She grabbed his wrists, trying desperately to pull his hands away but he was so much stronger than she was.  His hands weren’t budging!
    “Please, you have to stop this.  I can’t…” she didn’t want to admit that he could so completely distract her, but the truth was most likely fairly obvious. 
    “Tell me what I want to know, princess.”
    She glared up at him, then looked away when the intensity of his eyes was too much for her.  “You use my title as if it’s a bad thing.”
    “You’re stalling,” and his hands moved to touch her waist again. 
    “Fine!” she almost screamed, not wanting him to touch her in any way.  “I’m not a spy though!  I swear I’m not a spy.  I’d never do that.”
    Not good enough.  “Why were you in that area?  The rebels were all over, causing chaos.”
    She shook her head forcefully, unaware that some of her hair was falling down around her shoulders, changing her look from cool and composed to one of a sensuous woman, intent on seduction.  “I don’t know anything about that.  I was there conducting interviews with couples who are knowledgeable about various religious beliefs and the different things they remember about using some of the less well known religious sites!”
    Her words startled him.  Religious interviews?  Pictures of historical sites?  He looked down at her strangely.  “You’re really going to try and convince me that you’re…”
    She wanted to smack him again!  Never had she felt this kind of anger…fury…that could result in violence.  “I don’t care if you believe me or not!” she snapped.  “Look me up.  I have a master’s degree in history and I’m working on my doctorate in religious historical theory.”
    He didn’t know if that was true or not, but it was an easy fact to corroborate.  “And there aren’t enough religious sites in Kilar to fill your thesis?” he asked sarcastically.
    She huffed a moment, irritated with his derision.  “Look you jerk,”