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Khalid sighed wearily. "To protect Abram. If it became public knowledge that we had shared her, he would have suffered. He would have been persecuted for it. Ayid and Aman remained silent because as long as it was unknown, they could hold it over his head, or punish him however they chose. Deerfield shouldn't have known of this, though. "
"Well, trust me, he knows," she stated roughly.
"It doesn't matter what he knows, or how much he hates me. " He moved to her as he extended his hand. "Come to bed, little flower. Let me hold you for a while. "
She gave him her hand and let him draw her to the bed. As they settled in, her head on his shoulder, Marty couldn't shake the feeling that there was something going on that she hadn't yet put her finger on. And a feeling, an intuition, that things were building around her that she couldn't control.
A dark cloud was rolling in on them, and if she didn't figure this out, if they didn't neutralize Khalid's brothers, then that dark cloud could destroy them.
And she had a feeling that she didn't have much longer to take care of it.
Chapter 19
Finishing her shower the next morning, Marty dried her hair before wrapping her towel around her body and moving into the bedroom. Shayne and Khalid had gone to separate showers earlier. They'd been quiet, looking at her intently.
There was something especially watchful about them that morning that had put her entire system on overload. Her senses had gone on full alert, her body humming with anticipation until they left the room.
She was still off balance. The brooding sensuality in Khalid's expression was impossible to put out of her mind. The way his gaze had flicked over her before meeting her eyes. There had been a message in them, one she couldn't decipher before he left the room.
While shaking her head, she moved to the dresser. As she reached for the first drawer, her head turned as the door opened and Khalid and Shayne stepped inside once again; staring at the two men, she felt her womb clench with a little, slow, electric sizzle that shot straight to her clit.
Shirtless, Shayne wore loose sweatpants; Khalid had donned a pair of black silk pajama bottoms
. The differences in the two men had never been more apparent. Khalid had a smooth, dangerous sophistication that hid the animal lurking beneath, while Shayne didn't bother to hide anything.
There was something more intently formidable about the fact that cool sophistication cloaked the man Khalid was. It made him less predictable, more inherently sexual than she had ever seen Shayne.
Breathing in deeply, she turned back to the drawer and pulled free a pair of lacy bronze panties and matching bra.
"You won't need those quite yet. " They were plucked out of her hand as Khalid stepped up to her. "Not for a quite a while. "
"I have things to do," she informed him, her voice breathless.
Damn. She was panting for him, and they both knew it.
"Not for a while yet. "
The towel slid from her body as he pulled at the tuck between her breasts.
Her breasts became immediately sensitive, swollen, her nipples hardening to the point that they ached.
She would have protested. She should have protested.
Khalid's hand slid into her hair, his fingers tangling in the damp strands as he gripped her hip and turned her slowly to face Shayne.
"I want to watch first," he growled against her ear as he nipped at it. "I want to watch him fuck you. Watching your face as his cock sinks inside your sweet body and drives you to climax. "
Marty wanted to whimper as Shayne shed his sweatpants, his expression tight with lust, his eyes darkening with it. Between his thighs his cock stood out, heavy with lust, the crest dark and tight.
"I want to hold you, control you," Khalid whispered at her ear. "I want to ensure that you know who controls your greatest pleasure. " His hand slid to her thigh as he used his foot to push her legs apart. "I control it. " Hard, thick with lust, his voice stroked over her senses as Shayne's hand slid between her thighs, his fingers opening her.
"Is she wet?" Khalid growled, as Shayne's fingers slid through the slick, sensitive flesh.
"Wet. And hot. " A tight grimace contorted Shayne's face as Marty arched and cried out at the sudden thrust of two fingers deep inside her aching pussy.
She felt the instant thread of response that tightened between her pussy, her clit, and her impending orgasm. His fingers slid back, thrust home again. For long seconds they fucked inside her, driving her to her tiptoes as a wailing cry left her lips.
"Enough," Khalid ordered, as Marty flew to the very edge of release.
