The Duke Gets Desperate (Sirens in Silk #1)

by Diana Quincy

“Her Grace left the castle to a Miss Raya Darwish of New York City.”

“We do not keep company with the sort of people who live on Fifth Avenue. And our people are Arab, not Dutch.”

Allah yerhamo—

“What can I do? It’s not my fault that my naseeb hasn’t shown up.” Arabs believed in fated mates, which meant that destiny would deliver your life partner at the right time.

“Which tradition do you speak of? American? Arab? America confuses me. Almost everyone in your country came from somewhere else.”

She’s left us in a situation in which neither of us can exist without the other.”

Raya didn’t care for the way he talked down to her. Yet another man discounting her abilities. Her resolve hardened. She’d show him. And her brother. “We’ll just have to see about that, won’t we?”

“Arghh!” Tumbling off the steps, she braced for a hard fall. But instead of hitting the floor, she collapsed into strong, muscled arms and was promptly nestled against a firm, warm chest.

pinks. “It’s breathtaking.” His lips were close to her ear. “As are you,”

“I don’t even like you.” He nipped her neck. Pleasure shivered through her. “I detest you.” “You are far too opinionated.” “And, of course, you prefer women to be quiet and submissive.” His hand slid to her breast. “Apparently not.” She pressed herself against his hand. “Perhaps I want to submit just this one time.”

Historical romance banter just hits different

“Do not touch me,” she warned, her heart thumping so hard that her chest hurt. “I will scream if you do.” “It is my intention to make certain that you scream with pleasure when I touch you.”

The true reason we are in this predicament is because I find you entirely too attractive.”

“You dislike me.” “Obviously.”

“That is not it at all. As stubborn and tiresome as you are, you are everything I have ever wanted.”

“I want you just as you are. You could walk through the Great Room wearing nothing but gold adorning this ravishing body of yours and I would still think you the best duchess Tremayne could ever have.”

“You like how I feel inside of you. Say it.”

“I felt desperate. Crazed. Afraid. I cannot bear the thought of losing you. I love you, Raya.”

“Our elders used to say that lovers don’t somehow finally meet, but that they were in each other all along.”

“That makes perfect sense. You do feel like a part of me. Perhaps you truly were always there.”

Your quim

I hate this word 😬

The memory of him, of them together, would haunt her forever. The enormity of how much she was giving up waved over Raya. Grief trembled through her. She stifled a sob.

“You will be with me. I cannot think of a more fitting way to say goodbye to this place than to make love one last time at the ruins and then to see the splendor of Tremayne from the best vantage point on the estate.”