to do so. But even as he grasped the humiliation of that, far worse was the knowledge that as soon as he had plunged into her to the hilt, and destroyed her virgin state, he had bound them both to a solemn covenant they could not break.
Why hadn’t he taken the precautions he always took, to research a woman’s background, to ask her the questions that would protect them both?
Because he had been desperate to have her, to claim her, something had been driving him as soon as he had stepped from the water this morning and seen her watching him, her eyes dazed with arousal. Maybe even before that. Had it been driving him as soon as he had spotted her, standing by her Jeep, her amber eyes sparkling with fear and defiance? Or as he had clawed his way back from the nightmare, coaxed by her soft voice and soothing fingers?
However, the beast had been awakened, and the destruction it had wrought—on his life, on hers—could not be undone.
Where he would have expected panic or even resentment, all he felt now was numb and strangely ambivalent about the inevitable repercussions.
Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling of the tent, the rich fabrics, the dappled sunlight. Everything looked as it had when he had woken an hour ago, but now his whole life, and hers, would be different.
He had played with fate too many times before, he had known the risks always, had been so careful to guard against them, but with Kasia it had never even entered his head. Was that significant? Was there some comfort in knowing their fates had already been sealed?
‘Is everything okay?’
He turned to find her watching him, her hands clasped against her breasts, the rings on her fingers glinting.
The surge of renewed yearning was unmistakeable even as his mind reeled with the implications of what had just transpired. He examined her artless expression, looking for signs of duplicity.
Had she planned this? To trap a prince? The broken-down Jeep, the gunshot, the long night as she’d helped him through the nightmare and then come to him at the waterside?
It seemed unlikely but plausible, until he remembered the storm.
No, she could not have planned that. Perhaps she had simply seen an opportunity and acted on it. Bitterness rose in his throat, but he swallowed it. Whatever her plots and schemes to get them here, he must take the lion’s share of the blame. He was in charge of his own libido.
He was the one who had chosen to seduce her without knowing enough about her. And had lost control so spectacularly—as soon as he had pressed his face into the sweet seam of her sex and tasted her arousal.
Whatever her reasons, her motives, whichever one of them was to blame, the consequences were stark and inescapable.
Shifting onto his side, he placed a hand on her cheek and hooked the riot of midnight hair behind her ear.
‘I should not have taken you without protection,’ he said, feeling humiliated all over again about his loss of control. ‘There is no excuse. But a pregnancy hardly matters. Now we are to be wed.’
Her eyes popped wide. She scrambled into a sitting position, her brows shooting up her forehead.
‘What?’ she said, her tone raw with shock.
Interesting. Either she was the greatest actress he had ever seen, or she had not planned to trick him into marriage.
He took some solace from that. He had not been the only one to lose their head in the intense heat of their lovemaking.
He propped his head on his hand and studied her, convinced her shock was entirely genuine. And actually quite beguiling.
A delicious blush darkened her skin. She was exquisite. Perhaps this marriage would not be such a hardship.
‘You were a virgin, Kasia,’ he said, because she looked as if she was waiting for an explanation. Although he did not know why. However long she had been out of the kingdom, surely she must know of the sacred marriage laws of the Sheikhs, being Narabian. ‘Even though I am a bastard, the blood of the royal house of Nawari flows in my veins,’ he prompted, but still she looked clueless. ‘So we must now be married.’
‘But I can’t marry you. I don’t even know you. There won’t be a baby, I’m right at the beginning of my cycle.’
He frowned. Okay, she looked more than shocked now, she looked panicked.
‘A pregnancy is not the reason. Honour dictates it,’ he continued, his throat closing on that one crucial word.
Honour. The one thing his father hadn’t been able to steal from him. His honour had sustained him, through the loneliness, the pain, the starvation, the thirst, and the many other humiliations of being a boy without a people. Honour had ensured his survival. Had driven him to fight and fight until he had eventually triumphed. Not just finding a people, but becoming their Chief.
His honour meant everything to him and he could not compromise it. Not for anything. Or anyone. Not even himself.
‘I have taken your maidenhead,’ he added. ‘To maintain my honour, I must make you my wife and my consort.’
‘But that’s…’ Kasia pulled in a few precious breaths, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating, not easy when she was edging towards hysteria. ‘You can’t be serious.’
Raif stared at her, his frown only making him more handsome. But she was so over the ripples of awareness making her sex throb.
‘I am absolutely serious,’ he said. ‘We have no choice now.’
‘Don’t be ridiculous. There’s always a choice.’
‘Kasia.’ He pressed his palm to her cheek, making the traitorous ripples worse. ‘You must calm down…you are breathing too fast.’
She jerked her head back. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t have a sensible conversation with him, especially not when he was looking at her with that pragmatic intensity.
She’d heard of the Law of Marriage of the Sheikhs. The ancient, archaic law was written into the country’s scrolls. Scrolls she had studied along with Cat, once upon a time. She had once whispered about the old law furtively with her school friends. How it was a dream come true, a way for nobodies like them to become queens.
But it wasn’t a dream any more, it was a nightmare.
The old law hadn’t even occurred to her when she’d neglected to mention her virginity to Raif. Because she’d been far too caught up in the moment to think about anything. Not even contraception!
Standing up, she grabbed her T-shirt and tugged it on. She couldn’t stay here and have this conversation. It took a while for her to find the armholes because she was shaking so hard.
Why hadn’t she given a lot more thought to the repercussions of sleeping with Raif? He was clearly autocratic and arrogant. But what had been so exciting and seductive before she’d slept with him seemed fraught with disaster now.
She didn’t
