Royalty Gone Bad

Chapter 66: 66. Determined

* EXPLICIT CHAPTER! *

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Asahd’s POV:

That night at around 7pm, while dinner was being prepared and would be served in two hours, I

showered and then wore my shirt and trousers.

I climbed on my bed and put on the TV to watch. Everything was fine until, as usual, Saïda’s name

popped into my head and I remembered what I’d planned to do.

I sat up immediately, sitting at the edge of my bed.

“Guard?! Guard?!” I called one of my guards and one soon entered.

“Yes, my Prince?” he bowed, getting on one knee.

“Please, get Saïda for me. Tell her to bring my schedule book along. I need to add some activities and

discuss about them with her. Tell her to waste no time,” I stated in the most serious manner ever.

“Yes, my Prince,” he excused himself and left immediately. I smiled to myself.

Saïda’s POV:

I was in the huge library, going through more of that part of Zagreh’s story which I hadn’t read yet.

I was reading and taking down important notes when suddenly, a guard walked in.

“Good evening, Miss Saïda,” he greeted.

“Good evening,” I greeted back.

“The Prince has requested to see you. He demands that you bring along his schedule book so he adds

new activities to his list and discuss them.”

My heart skipped several beats at a time and I froze.

′Oh no. There’s no way he wants to add activities to his schedule.′

“M– me?” I asked, stupidly. I was beginning to feel nervous.

The guard seemed a little surprised at my dumb question.

“Yes, miss. You are the Prince’s royal Adviser.”

Once we returned, the sultan had decided that I was officially Asahd’s royal adviser while my father

would be his own adviser, as well as the Queen’s.

“Now?” I muttered, feeling even more nervous. I didn’t want to go. I knew what was awaiting me. Oh

no.

“Yes, miss,” the confused guard replied.

“I’m– um, please can you tell him that I’m going through the Royal history in order to prepare him for

the first ceremony of his future crowning. Immediately I finish, I’ll come see him.”

The guard frowned a little.

“Miss Saïda, do you dare refuse to follow the Prince’s orders?”

′Oh gawd.′

“No, no. I just–”

“The Prince ordered me to come call you and not to waste time. I have already and a lot. Please stand

and follow me back. Order from the authority here. Now,” he stated firmly and I wanted to disappear.

He was doing his job after all. Asahd was terrible. He knew there was no way I could run from him

when his authority was involved.

“Okay,” I muttered and stood, closing the huge book I was reading. My heart was already racing like

crazy as I thought of going to Asahd’s room. I grabbed the schedule book.

′Oh, what is this?′

I left the library with the guard behind me.

We went up the stairways and down the long corridors, to Asahd’s door. I felt like I was already running

out of air.

The guard stepped ahead and knocked at the door.

“Come in,” we heard Asahd reply.

He opened the door for me and I stepped in, my knees a little shaky. The guard followed behind.

“Miss Saida, your Highness,” the guard said.

Asahd was sitting on his bed, his white shirt, completely unbuttoned and exposing his smooth chest

and abed tummy. He also had his trousers on. Seeing him like that already made me breathless and

very nervous.

′Oh gawd, please I don’t want to be left alone with him.′

I thought nervously and a very low whimper escaped my lips.

Asahd looked so serious that I flinched a little.

“I said not to waste time, didn’t I. It’s been minutes since I sent for you,” he stated firmly with a little

frown. “What took you this long to come, Saïda?” he demanded.

I was speechless and my mouth was slightly open. I was surprised too because he actually looked

annoyed.

“Can I have an answer?” he asked in the same firm manner.

“Um, my Prince, I–”

I’d been avoiding his eyes and so for the first time since I’d entered his room, I looked up at them. And I

realised something. Though he was frowning, there was clear amusement in his eyes.

′I’m finished.′

I thought, my breath hitching. I realised he was being this serious just because the ignorant guard was

there.

′Immediately this guard leaves, I’m finished.′

I became even more anxious and could hardly stand still. The way Asahd affected me was something

I’d never experienced before. I’d never been this nervous to be alone with someone.

“I was reading the sultanate’s history, your Majesty.”

“So? I called you for something important, Saïda,” he frowned again.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. Do you have the schedule book with you?”

“Yes.”

“Alright,” he turned to the guard. “You may leave now. Thank you. And close the door behind you,

please.”

“Yes, your Highness.”

I watched the guard turn and open the door to leave. I almost begged him to stay. He stepped out and

closed the huge door behind him.

I swallowed and looked at Asahd who still had a serious expression on.

“It should be the last time, Saïda,” he stated firmly.

′Oh, maybe he is serious.′

“Yes, my Prince. I’m sorry.”

“Fine. Lock the door.”

I stopped breathing.

′I am done with. He isn’t serious at all.′

“Why?” I muttered.

“Are you questioning my orders now, Saïda?” he asked seriously and with wide eyes.

“No, I just–”

“I want no disturbance while we discuss important issues. Lock the door. Now,” he ordered.

I wanted to disappear, collapse, cry for help and sob all at the same time.

“Okay,” I curtseyed a little, my knees still quite shaky.

Slowly, I turned and stared at the huge key in door’s keyhole.

“Help,” I whispered to myself.

′Why have I become so weak? Get a grip girl, if he tries something, stop him firmly. Yeah.′

I took a deep breath and nodded a little. Though my hands were a little shaky, I managed to turn the

key and lock the door.

′Breathe, you can do this.′

I shut my eyes tight and then opened them. I took a deep breath and slowly turned. My heart almost fell

into my stomach!

“OH MY!” I gasped breathlessly and shook a little when on turning, Asahd was directly behind me. So

close. When did he leave his bed? When did he approach me without me hearing him?

He stared silently at me, his expression quite empty. And then he said in a low husky voice: Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Did I scare you, sweetheart?”

I swallowed. He raised a hand to caress my cheek but I stepped back. Too bad, my back immediately

touched the door. Before I could move, he blocked me, putting both arms at the sides of head, his

palms against the door and my head in between.

“Are you trying to run away, Saïda?” he asked softly, a devilish smirk drawing itself on his pretty lips.

I opened my mouth to say something but no words came out.

′I’m a coward. Where’s the courage now? Where’s the resistance? He’s drained everything from me

and I don’t even know how?!′

“You can’t run from someone you desire, Saida,” he lowered his head and kissed the center of my neck

in the most sensual manner. I was already struggling for air!

“I– I don’t desire you, Asahd,” I managed to stammer.

′Who am I kidding? A big fat lie.′

He smirked at me.

“You’re too good. You can’t even lie, Saïda,” he murmured, running his thumb over my bottom lip.

′Please kiss me.

-What am I thinking?!′

“You have ChapStick on,” he murmured, staring at the thumb he’d ran over my lip. “The strawberry

one.”

I watched him put the flat of his thumb that had the ChapStick on it, into his mouth and suckle a little on

it. Watching him do that sent a feeling down my spine and a tingle in between my legs. I unconsciously

bit my lower lip.

“It’s actually sweet,” he smirked and then his eyes dropped to the lip I was slightly biting. I saw his

chest heave a little and I could tell he was as breathless I was.

He held my chin and raised it.

“Let go off that lip, Saïda,” was his husky and low demand. I did as told.

Slowly, he lowered his head and I stopped breathing. He took my bottom lip and only my bottom lip,

into his mouth. Goosebumps covered my skin in a sweet way when he started to suckle softly on it.

′Gosh, he’s driving me crazy.′

The tingle in between my legs was getting uncontrollable and I moved a little, trying to move my thighs

and reduce the tingle.

He slowly pulled away, pulling my lip along. When he let go, I’d noticed he’d completely suckled the

ChapStick off my lip.

“Every part of your body is delicious, Saïda,” he whispered, licking his bottom lip. I hopelessly rubbed

my thighs to reduce the tingle.

He noticed.

“Wet, for me? Lemme take care of you.”

“No.”

He ignored my reply and trapped me against the door with his body this time, his lips crashing down on

mine.

Asahd’s POV:

I kissed her deep, loving how she melted against me. She drove me crazy with desire and I loved it.

“I love you,” I whispered against her lips and kissed her again.

With a hand, I raised her dress and caressed my way up to her thighs and in between them. She

gasped lowly against my lips.

“N– no,” she whispered weakly, yet she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I slid my fingers into her panties and a low moan escaped her beautiful lips. She was so wet for me and

I liked it. I parted her folds and found her spot of pleasure, her sensitive nub. She gasped and shut her

thighs.

“Open them, my love,” I whispered, feeling the blood rush into my dick.

She slowly parted her thighs and started to rub her. She let out sharp gasps and low whimpers, muffled

by my kiss.

“Caress me, Saïda,” I whispered.

She let her hands slide down to my chest and tummy. They were soft and I loved how she caressed

me. She would gently rub and trail her palms and fingers over my chest and abs. As I rubbed and

played with her clit, she slowly started to grind on my fingers.

“I love you so much, Saïda,” I whispered.

“P– please don’t say that, Asahd,” she whispered breathlessly against my lips. “This isn’t right. I’m

betrothed.”

I smiled and kissed her deeper, rubbing her faster.

“But you love being with me, admit it.”

“Asahd, please,” she moaned weakly. “Please let me go. I can’t on my own.”

“No~” I trailed soft kisses down her neck and she unconsciously wrapped her arms around my waste,

holding close me to her.

“I hate you for this~” she said dreamily, another low moan escaping her lips. “Why are you doing this to

me?”

“Because you have to leave Noure. It’s me you want,” I rubbed her faster and she gasped, her breath

hitching. “And I’ll keep doing this until you leave him. You can’t run from me, Saïda. Especially not

here.”

I rubbed her even faster and raised my head to look her in the eyes. She was moving uncontrollably

and I kept her in place with my body against hers. She tensed up and her eyes could hardly remain

open.

“Can Noure make you feel this way?” my voice was low and husky. “Can he make you come, the way I

do? He would never.”

Her eyes suddenly opened as if surprised, as well as her mouth. She tried to say something but no

words left her mouth. I knew she was fast approaching her climax and it made me smirk.

“Come for me sweetheart.”

I stroked her clit one more time and that was it. Her eyes rolled back into her head as it hit her. She’d

lost her voice and no sound left her mouth but her sharp gasps and struggle for air. Her hands gripped

my shirt and pulled as she came on my fingers.

At a point she lost balance and almost fell but I wrapped my arm firmly around her waist, holding her in

place. She came for long sweet seconds and her head rested on my shoulder.

We stayed like that until she’d calmed down completely and was able to stand on her feet again.

“You shouldn’t be doing this to me, Asahd,” she murmured, breathless. She weakly raised her head

and looked at me.

“I love you, Saïda. And I’ll do all it takes to have you. I won’t stop,” I kissed her one more time and she

slowly pulled away.

I watched her pick the schedule book which had dropped to the floor before turning and unlocking the

door.

“Saïda?” I called and she turned. “There will be a next time. Whenever I call you here, expect me to

treat you right, my love. Treat you like a Queen and give you everything you want. I love to pleasure

you and I wish I could do more, but I can’t. Because you’re still with someone you think you love. I love

you, Saïda. Maybe more than he does,” I ended, a little sting in my chest.

She stared silently at me, her cheeks red. I hoped she would say something but she didn’t. She just

stared silently and then she left my room.

“I’m not giving up. Even if you end up getting married to that fool,” I muttered, a little frown on. “But you

won’t. I swear, you won’t.”

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