He rolled off of her with a grunt of satisfaction, stretching out beside her, his legs starkly white in the dark of the room.
Zoe immediately bent over him and began to lick his flaccid sex. He sighed, eyes closing. For many minutes there was no sound in the room other than the suction made by Zoe’s lips and the beating of their hearts.
This time she moved on top of him. He fondled her while she rode him, pumping him hard and harder still. Zoe’s eyes flew open. He smiled at her, a thin, cruel line, and reached down and touched her clitoris and watched her explode.
Then he laid her down on her back, straddling her, his knees near her breasts. Zoe’s eyes fluttered open when he began prodding her bruised lips with the bulbous tip of his manhood. He grinned when she opened obediently, instantly plunging deep. “Oh God,” he said, arching over her. “Christ.”
And a few moments later he gripped her head, a deep, raw sound escaping from his chest, his semen pouring down her throat.
He flopped down beside her, panting.
Zoe sat up, resplendently naked, licking her lips.
His eyes opened. “Would you enjoy that half as much if you weren’t scared to death to have a child that isn’t Jebal’s?”
She smiled wickedly. “What do you think?”
He pinched her ramp, grinning.
Then her smile faded. “Jebal is angry with me. He has heard rumors about Masa and me.”
He sat up, a big man, and crossed his arms. Even in his white shirt, his biceps bulged. “And are they rumors?”
She stared a bit coldly. “What do you think?”
“I think you like fucking and that you do it all the time.”
“You’re right.” She shrugged, then smiled at him, eyes glinting. “But it is you I want the most.”
“I know that. I happen to be the best.”
She glanced between his legs. “And the biggest, too.”
He laughed, pleased. And he was aware that she was playing him, just a bit. But he didn’t mind. He could control her easily enough.
Then Zoe spoke, startling him. “I told Jebal that Zohara is lying about Thornton.”
His gaze narrowed. “Was that wise?”
“I had to do it. She is so arrogant. But I have frightened her. She is definitely hiding something, but I have yet to learn what.”
“I have faith in you, Zoe.”
“I think she knows this Blackwell. I think they were friends, maybe even lovers, in America.”
He began to dress, pulling up his pants. “She has visited him in the bagnio.”
Zoe gasped. “She went to the bagnio!” She stared, shocked, then her brows drew upward. “How much gold did that cost her? And how did she manage—Murad! Of course! He would be able to manage such a task!”
Her lover did not reply.
Zoe pressed against him, her breasts crushed against his back. “Did they fuck?”
“What do you think?”
Zoe sat back on her heels, smiling widely. “I can destroy her in the blink of an eye,” she said happily.
“Wait,” he ordered, shifting to face her. “Wait until it is the right time.”
