Her Seductive Enemy

Table of Contents Her Seductive Enemy About the Book Her Seductive Enemy Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter Twelve Chapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter Eighteen Chapter Nineteen Chapter Twenty Chapter Twenty-One Epilogue Dear Reader, Note: Previously published as Tarif: A Sheikh Romance A womanizing royalhole and a bookish prude: opposites attract...or natural-born enemies? Uh-oh. Sheikh Tarif Al-Atassi used to walk past me all the time without really seeing me. But something's changed. The sinfully gorgeous sheikh now sees me as a challenge... And in no time at all, I find myself enslaved by his touch, and begging wildly for his possession. But just when I start to believe in love, that's when I'm arrested for treason...on the orders of Sheikh Tarif himself. And it hurts. It hurts so, so much to see the way he's looking at me now. Was all that we had nothing but a lie? About the Book “Tarif, we have to stop—-” “Not until you come,” the sheikh rasped. Her eyes flew wide open. “No! There’s no more——” Time. That was what her last word was supposed to be, but it died in her throat as the sheikh started shoving his thick manhood faster into her – so much faster, and oh, harder than ever. He pounded into her nonstop until she spiraled into a screaming, mindless orgasm, and the sheikh had to cover her mouth with his hand to keep her cries from spilling out. Tarif knew the moment her senses returned, with color brushing her cheeks with a vivid shade of pink while her violet eyes went wide with appalled misery. He grinned, and she whimpered as he lifted his hand off her mouth. She shook her head, whispering, “I’m so...” Angry? Appalled? Ashamed? The sheikh raised a brow. “Late?” Anisah’s gaze flew to the classroom’s wall clock, and she cried out in horror when she saw she only had less than fifteen minutes before her next class started. Oh curse her life, the sheikh was right! Chuckling at the panic that crossed her lovely face, Tarif said soothingly, “Stop worrying, my sweet. I have guards outside. They won’t let anyone in until we’re ready.” “But—-” “But nothing. Now be a good girl and stay quiet while I help you.” She didn’t even have time to protest, with the sheikh immediately moving to suit actions to words. He put her clothes to right, tucked loose locks of her hair back into her cap, and he did so with such efficiency that he had even time to arrange the soft layers of her headdress into place with minutes to spare. The sheikh stepped back with a smug smirk. “Well?” The words ‘thank you’ were stuck in her throat. She just plain hated it every time he proved his superiority, and so she glared up at him instead, saying ungratefully, “I wouldn’t be in trouble in the first place if it wasn’t for you.” But the sheikh only chuckled. “As always, my sweet – your sheer graciousness simply takes my breath away.” The barb successfully reached its mark, and Anisah could feel herself turning red again. “I honestly don’t know what I see in you,” she muttered under her breath. “If I didn’t know better, I’d suspect you of bewitching me—-” “Maybe I had.” The sheikh sent her a lazy, devastating smile. “After Her Seductive Enemy by Marian Tee Copyright 2023 by Marian Piñera All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. Prologue Two years ago “Your Majesty? Queen Harper?” But the queen didn’t even look her way and rushed past Anisah with her head bowed and her shoulders shaking. Foreboding stirred inside the queen’s court tutor, and after a moment’s hesitation, Anisah ran after the queen. “Your Majesty!” Anisah managed to catch hold of the queen when the other woman seemed to stumble upon crossing the palace’s massive doors. “Your Majesty, please—-” Anisah helped her up, and that was when she saw the tears running down the queen’s face, and the unspeakable pain in her eyes. “What’s wrong?” she whispered. “I’m sorry,” Harper choked as she wrenched her arm out of her tutor’s hold. “I’m sorry.” The queen’s voice shook. “But I just can’t—-” She stopped, the words she wished to speak causing her too much to pain, and in the end all she could do was whisper, “I’m sorry. I just need to do this.” The queen ran down the steps of the palace, and the sight of her solitary, trembling figure had Anisah feeling frustrated and helpless. There was a nagging feeling inside of her that she had to do something. But what? Biting her lip, she sent a quick prayer to the heavens, picked her skirts up, and then she was running, too. By the time Anisah reached the gates, it was already chaos, the guards up in arms as mad protesters shook the gates while a sobbing Harper publicly performed a ritual that signified she was leaving the king. Oh dear God, what was happening? The outer gates suddenly swung open, and the mob turned rabid as they rushed in. Noise erupted from behind, and when Anisah spun around she saw another large crowd rushing towards the scene, led by news-hungry reporters and the unmistakable figure of Sheikh Mahmud. Violence threatened to break out, and the repugnant stench of anarchy began to stain the air. Sheikh Mahmud was still shouting; such horrifying, vile words of accusation against the queen, words that had Anisah wrapping her arms around herself