Donna chuckled and flipped the linen off of her own naked body. When she looked as if she was about to get out of bed, Lincoln tackled her to the mattress.
“Where do think you’re going?” he growled against her neck.
Donna giggled while playfully wrestling her way out of his hold. “I have a prayer meeting in an hour,” she told him while trying to keep a straight face.
“Come on, babe. You got time for another round.”
He made the cutest pouty face that made her wanna climb back into the bed. But she had a job to do. Thankfully, he’d run interference the night before, but she had to get back to the mission.
“Oh, how I wish. But we are so close to wrapping this up. And, I amsoready to go home.”
Lincoln bowed his head in compliance and got out of bed. She admired his delicious physique as he gathered his things.
“They got nothing to hold you to your pledge. The Prophet is gonna have a fit,” Donna pointed out.
“Your prophet can go fuck himself!” Lincoln blustered.
Donna walked over to the dresser and grabbed the bag Clara left behind. While he dressed, she went through the contents. Clara had included everything she needed to get dressed. However, everything in the bag was Donna’s, which meant she’d had no problem whatsoever going through her personal effects.
She grumbled quietly and snatched the bag. Lincoln was buttoning his shirt when she walked over to him and grabbed his face. She pulled him down and kissed his lips.
“I’ll see you soon,” she promised.
Lincoln snaked an arm around her waist and pulled her close. “I have two questions.”
“Shoot,” she said with a raised brow.
“One, I know your job keeps you away a lot. But when you’re not working undercover, will you consider spending time with me? Giving us a chance?”
With a smile, Donna nodded emphatically.
“Good.” He rewarded her with a peck on the lips.
“And, two…” he waved his hand over his nose. “Is there a toothbrush in that bag?”
Donna smacked him on the arm when he burst into laughter. She pushed him off and headed to the bathroom.
“Get out! I gotta go wash my snatch so I can go and praise the Lord.”
* * *
Donna hurrieddown the hall and pushed through her bedroom door. Since they weren’t allowed to have locks on their door, there was nothing to stop her from surprising Vera. She was wrapped in a towel, wet as if she’d just gotten out of the shower. Whereas Vera may have been a little startled, Donna was out-and-out shocked. Her entire back was covered in bruises. In fact, as she stared, dumbfounded with her mouth wide open, she realized they were actual whips. She’d been whipped.
When she noticed Donna staring, she raised the towel and tried to cover them up.
“Oh my God!” Donna gasped. She ran over to Vera and gently grabbed her by the shoulders. “Vera, who did this to you?”
She shook her head and tried to pull out of her grasp, but Donna refused to let go until she got an answer.
“Who did this to you?” she asked again.
Tears fell from Vera’s eyes and trickled down her pretty face. Since Donna had arrived, it was the first time she’d ever seen Vera unhappy.
She sniffed and blinked excess moisture from her eyes. After swiping a tear from her cheek, she looked up at Donna. “Did you do it last night?” she asked quietly as if she was afraid that someone might hear.
Donna knew exactly what she was referring to, and she’d been through enough. So, she wasn’t about to blow smoke up her ass by playing dumb.
“I did,” she admitted.
