"Well, I suppose I'm no better. I can't feel my legs anymore and I'm so hungry I could eat a large pizza by myself, and yet I still want more of you." Zahra does her best to stifle her yawn but I can see how exhausted she is.
"Maybe demanding I give you ten orgasms was a bit ambitious. I know you haven't been getting much sleep lately."
"Backing down from a challenge, are we? That doesn't sound like you," she teases, trailing her hand down to my abdomen, stopping right above my crotch. Tempting me.
"First of all, I should punish you for even suggesting I'm giving up?—"
"How would you punish me?"
"By not letting you come for a week."
Her pouty lips fall open. "That's cruel."
"You are excellent for my ego, sweet wife." I snicker as she rolls her eyes. "Second of all, I just want to make sure you're okay. I know you didn't use your safe word, but this is all new...and I hate the idea that I'd scare you away," I confess.
"I appreciate you wanting to look out for me, but I'm a big girl who can handle myself. I'll give you a pass this time since you're being so sweet." She leans forward and nips my bottom lip with her teeth.
"Understood. Now, why don't I get us something to snack on and we finish what we started?" I offer, sliding off the bed and taking a sheet to wrap around my waist.
Zahra stretches her arms, flashing me her perfect, full tits. "Don't take too long, or else I'll have to get started again on my own." She winks, letting out a sexy little chuckle as I run out of her bedroom toward the kitchen.
39
ZAHRA
"Would you stop shooting daggers at me, Maura? I told you I have no idea who broke your favorite bowl. I just came in to inspect it once I heard a crash downstairs." Connor throws his hands up in defense.
"You're going to have to learn how to lie better working for the mafia, Son. I caught you red-handed," she spits, dumping a burnt piece of toast on his plate and storming back into the kitchen.
"Damn, the last time I pissed Maura off that bad, she gave me burned food for weeks. You better start sneaking in some takeout," Aidan warns, diving into his immaculate breakfast.
"I swear on my life it wasn't me!" Connor exhausts.
"I believe you, Connor," Declan has the nerve to speak up, knowing the truth of what happened.
After Declan had left last night to get us a snack in the middle of my journey of having ten orgasms in one night, I had lasted all of two minutes before I decided he was taking way too long. Before I had time to think, I threw on a robe and followed him downstairs.
To my absolute delight, I actually managed to startle him, causing Declan to jump nearly a foot in the air. I laughed so hard, it came out as an incredibly horrendous-sounding snort. Declan warned me that if I didn't stop laughing, he'd make me pay for it.
Naturally, that only made me laugh harder, and the next thing I knew, he had me bent over the kitchen island, using one hand to support my hip as he thrust his cock into me and the other hand to cover my mouth as I moaned and pleaded for more. Somewhere between my seventh and eighth orgasm, I reached for something to grab onto and instead managed to knock over Maura's favorite bowl.
Declan immediately threw me over his shoulder and carried me back to our room before we were caught. The rest is history. I've tried to speak every time Maura started on her tirade this morning, but each time Declan would give my knee a squeeze and whisper in my ear, "She can't know the reason why one of her prized possessions is lost is because I couldn't control my hormones around my wife. I would never live it down.”
And so here I am acting none the wiser while poor Connor gets the cold shoulder from Maura.
I'm on the verge of confessing when Azula speaks up about more important matters. "We may not have been able to catch Lorkan, but we did get some good intel. One of our troops out in Turkey claimed to see Lorkan sauntering around Istanbul."
My eyebrows shoot up. "That feels especially reckless given our close ties with the Turkish mafia. Don Demir always supported my father growing up. Though I admittedly haven't heard much from him since I came into power."
I try not to sound bitter, but my father assured me Don Demir would come to my aid if I ever needed it.'When the time comes, he'll be on our side. The side of progress. I know it.'
"I suppose I can't be too surprised that the Turkish haven't contacted us. It's not like we've made our hit on Lorkan public while we search for him," Declan reassures me.
Neither of us wanted one of our over-zealous allies to kill him before we could get some answers, or risk our enemies teaming up with him against us.
"Even if you did, I'm not sure how much of a difference it would make." Aidan pinches the bridge of his nose.
"And why's that?" I ask.
