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

experience with a man’s hand on her skin.  It was better than incredible she thought, wishing he would move those fingers on her skin. 
    And then he did!  There were rough calluses on his palms and fingers but that only made his touch better!  She could feel his hand moving against her stomach, against her ribs.  Then it moved around to her back and she tensed in anticipation.  When those fingers deftly unlatched her bra, she was so shocked she jerked out of his arms. 
    Ciala didn’t realize that she was breathing hard, or that evidence of her arousal was pressing against the silk of her blouse.  All she knew was that this man had…he’d actually…good grief, she’d let this man…
    Her hand reached out and slapped his face. 
    For a long moment, they just stared at each other, her palm stinging, her eyes wide and the only sound in the room was her rapid breathing. 
    Then the horror of what she’d just done hit her and her hands flew up to her mouth.  “I can’t believe I just did that!” 
    Jurar touched the now-red skin of his cheek, impressed with the swiftness of her assault.  When he looked at her, his eyes were on fire.  “Good one,” he told her.  “It won’t ever happen again though.” 
    Ciala moved away from him, terrified of the man as well as her reaction.  She’d never in her life been so angry.  She wasn’t sure if she was shaking from anger or from what he’d done to her body.  Either way, she was wrong.  Wrong to have let him get her so furious that she resorted to physical violence and wrong to have let him do those things to her. 
    She realized that her bra was still unlatched and she moved further away, adjusting her clothes once again but it was hard because her fingers were shaking so badly.  When strong hands reached out to help her, she jerked away.  But the man caught her and spun her back around, pressing her against the table and latching her bra for her.  “There, you’re all back to normal, princess.”
    He used her title as if it were an epithet and she hated him even more for that.  “Go to hell!” she snapped.
    She started to move towards the doorway but he grabbed the wrist of her uninjured hand.  “We’re not finished here, princess.  You’re going to tell me what information you gave to the rebels.”
    She swung around, trying to jerk her hand out of his grip but he was just too strong.  “If I promise that I have no connection to the rebels at all, will you leave me alone?”
    Jurar saw the sincerity in her eyes but shook his head.  He wasn’t falling for her innocent act.  Not any longer.  “I saw the pictures, princess.”
    “Stop calling me that!” she snapped.  “And give me back my camera!  I want all of those pictures!  If any of them are damaged I’ll...” she had no threat horrible enough for him.
    “You’ll what?” he asked softly, pulling her closer to him once again.  “You’ll slap me?”   Closer still.  “Or maybe you’ll scratch my eyes out?”  Closer again.  “Or maybe you’ll give your body to me, find out all of my secrets and then sell them to your lover in the rebel group.  Is that the next threat?” he offered out.
    Ciala closed her fingers into a fist, refusing to resort to violence once again.  “I told you that I’m not part of their group.  I only know that they exist but I’d never give them any information.  I don’t even have any information to give them.  In fact, they attacked me!  So you can just go to hell!”
    His hand tightened on her wrist.  “Explain!” he commanded.
    Ciala’s lips compressed with her stubborn refusal to bow down to this man’s authority. 
    Jurar almost laughed at her stubborn refusal but stopped.  “Ah, so you want me to get it out of you with other methods, eh?” he asked and his grip changed.  Ciala knew that she still wouldn’t be able to get out of his hold, but instinctively, she knew that this was so much worse.  That sensuous look