Zoe seethed, but inwardly, and her face wore a small, grateful smile.
“You may go.”
She hesitated. “Jebal, I wish to ask you a question.”
He did not glance up as he picked up a quill. “Yes?”
“Have you noticed that Zohara is preoccupied with the new American captives?”
Jebal jerked around.
Zoe smiled prettily. “You should have seen her face and heard her scream when your father ordered the death of the sea captain, the tall, handsome one—Blackwell.”
Jebal stared.
“Of course, he is her countryman and she is undoubtedly a selfless, compassionate woman—I am sure it is as simple as that.”
Jebal remained silent.
Then her eyes lit up. “Unless, of course, they knew each other before they became captives here, Jebal—perhaps they knew each other in America.”
After a moment, Jebal said tersely, “America is a large country. It is unlikely.”
Zoe smiled, her eyes glinting. “You are probably right. I eagerly await your summons, my lord. Good night.”
Jebal did not reply.
Less than an hour later, Zoe stood very still in her bedchamber, the window behind her back open, revealing a high, full, gleaming moon. Her breasts heaved, clearly visible beneath the single closed gilet she wore.
Her door slid open and a shadowy form entered. The door closed. For one heartbeat, the man stood without moving, his back to the wall, staring at Zoe, who stood bathed in the moonlight.
Zoe could not help it. She pressed her thighs together and heard herself moan.
He moved. Like lightning, he streaked across the chamber, reaching for her sex. He palmed her as his mouth took hers in a brutal kiss. Zoe gripped his huge penis through his silk pants, hard.
Suddenly he swung her into his arms and their gazes met. Black eyes met pale ones. Then his white teeth flashed and he lowered his head and tugged on one big, stained nipple. Zoe began to pray to Allah.
He tossed her on the bed and pushed her thighs apart. He ripped open her transparent gauze trousers, thrusting his fingers into her. Zoe arched up off of the bed, keening as quietly as she could. He clamped one hand roughly over her mouth.
Then he hauled her upward, devoured one breast again even as she finished her orgasm, before turning her abruptly onto her belly. Zoe whimpered like a small animal, her behind undulating convulsively, waving in the air.
He unbuttoned his breeches with flying, dexterous fingertips. “I’ve thought about fucking you all day.”
“Yes, please, yes,” Zoe wept, arched on all fours for him.
He was huge, even bigger than Masa, and he rammed into her again and again. Zoe cried out, as much with pain as with pleasure.
He rose up on his knees, bringing her with him so she sat on him now, her back spooned to his chest, and he played with her breasts and her sex as he pumped into her. Zoe began to come.
He pushed her down on her face and pounded into her mercilessly, seeking his own release. He peaked wordlessly. Then he lay limply on top of her, aware that he was crushing her, unwilling to move.
He had dominated her totally and it felt fine.
“You are hurting me,” Zoe whispered.
“You love it,” he said.
“Yes,” she agreed.
