My childhood was fairly normal before I came to the palace, and that meant I knew more than the sheikh gave me credit for.
I might not have the experience, but I had knowledge on my side.
It was just too bad for the sheikh he didn’t know that.
Otherwise, he might have realized that I had reached the end of my tether.
But since he didn’t...
Chapter Three
IPRETENDED TO FALLasleep just as the couple on screen started to make love, and I felt Mik’hail look down at me in surprise when my head fell against his chest. I kept my eyes closed and worked hard to keep my breathing steady.
Several moments passed, and then I felt Mik’hail return his gaze to the movie. The sounds the couple were making made me feel a little hot, and was I imagining things or did I also Mik’hail release a low groan behind me as my body fell against his?
“Aurora?”
I couldn’t answer, my senses reeling. I suddenly couldn’t stop thinking about how large and powerful the sheikh’s body was, and—nooo!
I nearly cried in disappointment when I felt him lift me off his lap, and I started thinking furiously of ways I could pretend to wake up naturally as I felt the sheikh settle me onto the seat beside him.
Even though we were just inches away from each other, the distance still hurt, and I found myself terribly missing the warmth of his body.
Beside me, I could hear the sheikh moving in his seat. It was a strange thing for him to do, and I slowly opened my eyes just the tiniest sliver.
Even in the darkness of the theater, even with only the flickering light from the screen, I could tell what was happening. The sheikh, forbidding himself to touch me, was instead seeking relief...on his own.
Mik’hail started to turn towards me, and I quickly closed my eyes again, making sure to keep my breathing steady.
For a long time, the only sounds in the theater came from the couple on the screen...until...oh.
The sounds I heard in the background were...from the sheikh.
And they were unmistakble, even to me who had never experienced anything.
The rhythm of his movements. The harsh edge to his breathing. And when he started to groan—
