She was the brightest jewel in my desert of riches. Nothing had changed. Cascading black hair. Bright Topaz eyes. White-porcelain skin Her beauty was ageless. As a skeikh, I had my pick of lovers. Daily. But Myriah was different. And no longer a mere mirage of my past. She
Sheikh's Secret Triplet Baby Daughters
โ Scribed by Lynn, Sophia; Brooke, Ella
- Book ID
- 110264886
- Publisher
- Sophia Lynn & Ella Brooke
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 95 KB
- Series
- Sheikhs and Babies 4
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
She was the brightest jewel in my desert of riches.
Nothing had changed.
Cascading black hair.
Bright Topaz eyes.
White-porcelain skin
Her beauty was ageless.
As a skeikh, I had my pick of lovers.
Daily.
But Myriah was different.
And no longer a mere mirage of my past.
She was there.
In my present.
I couldnt resist tasting her again.
Touching her.
Re-exploring every crevice of her body
Until the words dropped out of her mouth.
A secret shed kept for three years.
Triplets.
All girls.
My girls.
Now, Myriah wants to maintain her independence.
But if she thinks Ill just shirk my daughters,
My responsibilities,
Including my desire for her,
Shes in for a fierce awakening.
What the sheikh wants, the sheikh always gets
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