Alex hugged herself, watching him. “Will you force me to stay?” she whispered.
“No.”
Alex closed her eyes in abject relief.
“Not tonight, anyway,” Jebal said. He towered over her. “But I am growing impatient, Zohara. I am only a man. And you are very beautiful. You belong in my bed.”
Alex nodded fearfully.
Jebal paced restlessly, his outermost gilets swinging about him, the gems glittering in the candlelight. He turned. “Tomorrow is our wedding anniversary and we will celebrate it together,” Jebal said. His glance was piercing. “I hope that pleases you?”
Alex got shakily to her feet. She could not find her voice, but she nodded, having no other choice.
Clearly her time was running out.
14
ZOE WRITHED.
She lay nude in a large, plain bed, her black hair streaming across her dark body and the white sheets. The chamber was filled with shadow, completely unlit. A big man, his features clouded by the night, bent over her, caressing and stroking her genitals with his hands and his tongue.
Zoe shouted, but not his name. No matter how lost in passion she might be, she would never become so abandoned that she would cry his name and endanger them both.
He shoved an ivory dildo inside of her. Zoe wept.
He laughed, his teeth flashing against his sun-darkened skin.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, or may Allah cast you from this earth and straight to sinners’ hell!”
He ignored her pleas, dropping the dildo and his pants at the same time. He straddled her chest. The moonlight played over his massive manhood, which he shoved down her throat. “Beautiful, beautiful bitch,” he whispered.
Zoe gripped his waist, her nails breaking his flesh, sucking him noisily. He finally grunted, arching his head back. But he did not ejaculate.
He withdrew, stood, flipped her over, and drove inside of her. She shouted, finding instant release. He grabbed her buttocks and took her savagely. Zoe climaxed again. Her lover finally allowed himself his release. He grunted once, his knees buckling slightly, but nevertheless, he remained standing upright. Sweat, however, poured down his body and his face.
Standing, he stared down at her. She sprawled bonelessly on her belly. He smiled slightly, patted her rear, then bent and retrieved his pants. “You are a greedy bitch, Zoe,” he remarked.
She sighed, turned, and regarded him from a classically seductive position, her face propped up on one hand, her breasts spilling onto the bed. “And that makes us perfect together, does it not?” She smiled sensually. Her eyes still glowed and her face was still flushed from the numerous orgasms she had achieved.
His gaze swept over her. “You undoubtedly destroy Jebal. He is crazy to dally with that fifteen-year-old concubine.”
Zoe laughed, sitting up, tossing her head and her hair. Black tendrils streamed over her large breasts, which parted the strands. “I do destroy him. No other woman has ever pleasured him as I have; he told me so. And yes, he is a fool to dally with Paulina, just as he is a fool to want that American—but aren’t most men?”
He was silent as he dressed. “Most, but not all.”
Zoe came up behind him, pressing her breasts against his back, then sensually rubbing herself there. “Jebal is going to take her whether she wants him to or not. I can feel how impatient he is. She is a fool. She will destroy herself by trying to avoid him.”
His tone was mild. “You told me that she is clever.”
“She is very clever, I know she is a big liar. I checked. There was no diplomat named Thornton on Gibraltar.”
He froze. “Well, well,” he said softly. Then, “When did you find this out?”
Zoe laughed, continuing to rub her hard, large nipples against his shoulders. “Months ago,” she taunted, nipping his nape.
He turned swiftly, seizing one of her breasts. Zoe cried out as he pulled cruelly on her nipple. “Then you should have told me this months ago.”
She did not move—she didn’t dare, for fear of hurting herself. “I did not know you would care.”
