Chapter 422

Kate’s cry of protest was lost beneath the fierce pressure of Ahsan’s kiss. His tongue forced access into the moist warmth of her mouth, parting her lips with barely controlled savagery and exploring her with such skilled eroticism that she was powerless to fight him or the tumultuous emotions he aroused in her. He was her prince, the man of her dreams, powerful and formidable, a man who would sweep away the barriers she had built around herself and discover the intensely sensual part of her that she had tried so hard to suppress. She wondered vaguely why he had sounded so harsh when he had mentioned Farhan. She might almost believe he resented the fact that she had been married to his brother. But she must surely have imagined the note of raw jealousy in his voice.