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“I’m going to kiss you, Amalia. This is your moment to go all outraged on me and call me a savage beast.”

If possible, she stiffened even more in Zayn’s hold.

“I...refuse to provide you with any more entertainment. I was right in thinking that you would be just as bloated and corrupted with power as—”

Whatever outrage Amalia had amassed to fight the man’s autocratic ideas and her own out-of-control senses, all of it disappeared as Zayn’s mouth touched hers.

The scent and taste of him were an overwhelming assault on her senses. He tasted of mint and some dark potency that stirred everything in her to waking. Heat poured through her in rivulets as he pressed one tender kiss after the other, from one corner of her mouth to the other. The softness of his mouth was a delicious contrast to the rough scrape of his jaw, tugging Amalia’s senses this way and that.

If he had kissed her with the aggressiveness she sensed within him, or if he had employed that sensual mastery that had made him a favorite lover of women, maybe she would’ve resisted.

But instead there was soft flick of his tongue against the seam of her lips, kisses punctuated by the sweetest endearments in Arabic, made Amalia melt like an ice cube on a hot and sultry Khaleej summer day. He tasted her as if he was dying to probe all her beguiling secrets…he kissed her as if she were a treasure he had just discovered.