Dirty Wild Sultan
“I am asking you to marry me.”
“Are you asking or ordering, Sultan?”
“I am asking, Princess.” I smiled at her, “For now.”
As the Sultan of one of the most powerful country in Middle-East, I need to find my Sultana.
But I don’t intend to have heirs or even get married. Until I stumble into Nasrin Elbaz.
I cannot resist her.
So I will claim her as mine. My Sultana. My Wife. My Lover.
I, Sultan Zain Al Latif, will propose to Princess Nasrin for a marriage. If she rejects me…
Well, I have been told I can be quite persuasive and demanding when I want to be.
He is a Sultan and I am the Princess of the country he is nemesis with. I don’t belong in his wealthy country that bleeds gold and his Palace.
I am trying to hold on to what little freedom I have.
No way can I fall for some dirty talking or his obsidian eyes curling with hunger whenever he sees me. Even if my body craves his tender touch and his sinful mouth.
I have to get my freedom and find a way to escape the proposals of marriage. Without his help, thank you very much.
Dirty Wild Sultan is steamy and erotic. No cliff-hangers! It is a perfect read if you enjoy sweet, sexy romance.
Explore the world of dirty and filthy mouthed royals with hearts of gold as they woo their love interests with their charm.
Dirty Wild Sultan is the first book in the Alluring Rulers of Azmia Series and all the books can be read as a standalone.
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Preview of Dirty Wild Sultan
Zain chuckled, his laugh devoid of any humor making me shudder. He leaned closer and my eyes widened when his lips went past mine to press against my ear as he whispered, “I don’t want to know why you think so lowly of me but I assure you, future wife…” A slither of pleasure rolled over my spine hearing his rumbling velvety voice, his lips brushing over the shell of my ear, “That you would be the one begging me to touch you.”
He was so right, he had no idea.
I would beg. For him. Only him.
My eyes were glazed when they roved over his powerful, lean body, the muscles on his biceps moving when he leaned back on the stool. I pressed my teeth on my bottom lip, the air around us thickening with the steam, exotic oil, his musky cologne.
I met his eyes. “Then I beg you to touch me, Zain.” I swallowed the lump in my throat and added in a soft whisper, “Please.”