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Kerick frowned as if to agree. His gray eyes narrowed at Xavier. “I daresay I am hoping my wife is right. Then maybe we can find you a wench so you can quit ogling mine,” he said with a grunt.
Xavier grinned, bemused. “Maybe.” His expression turned serious. “I am worried for Kieran and Elijah, amigo. Let us hope if anything comes of this excursion we are able to find them.”
Kerick nodded. “On that we can agree,” he murmured.
It was another hour before they were ensconced within the innermost sanctuary of Cavern 7. Xavier wielded a poisoned-tipped knife in one hand and a flash-stick in the other. Kerick was equally armed, a flash-stick in either hand.
Nellie’s eyes widened as they neared the entrance to the Xibalba. Her heart was beating dramatically, her breathing slightly labored. This was it. The moment of reckoning. A voice inside nagged that the events to follow would change all of their lives forever. She didn’t know what was going to happen, only that none of them would ever be the same again.
She slowly lifted a hand and pointed. “The third boulder on the right,” Nellie whispered.
* * * * *
Nicoletta listened with half an ear to the boring talk above table. Politics, politics, politics—dull, dull, dull.
The Fathom Systems soiree being held tonight in Abdul’s honor was proving to be even less interesting than she’d thought it would be. The only thing she cared to hear about was that Nellie had been found, yet not even once had her Kalast-forsaken husband mentioned his daughter’s name.
The Master’s other four wives were already above-table as they had seen to their duty and sucked him off for the assembled throng of males not of Abdul’s bloodline. He had fed all of them from his hand, and now they sat with him unspeaking, no doubt making a fuss over him to appease his ego.
Nicoletta’s teeth gritted. She knew why he had made her go last. Because after coming four times the fifth time would not be so easy. This was his way of keeping her below table throughout the remainder of the evening so she wouldn’t embarrass him by saying something untoward in front of his business associates.
She scoffed at that. All these years later and Abdul never seemed to learn. She could suck a blind man into seeing and a sighted man into blindness. In mere minutes she would be above table.
Abdul’s body tensed as she took his balls into her mouth and sucked them hard. She heard him hiss, knew from years’ worth of experience he found it as painful as he did pleasurable, so she sucked even harder. He jerked up a little bit in his seat, letting her know he would punish her or at least scold her severely if she didn’t handle him more gently. But by then he was hard as a rock, so it didn’t much matter. She’d known that would happen, of course.
Nicoletta ran her pink tongue across the head of his uncut cock. She smiled to herself when she saw his stomach muscles clench. Taking the head into her mouth, she took his long, thick cock all the way in, deep-throating her husband in one smooth motion. His strong hand found her silky night-black hair and threaded his fingers through it.
In this at least, she had always wielded a power over him. Always.
Sucking him fast and firmly, she could feel his muscles cording already as his body prepared to come whether he wanted it to or not. His strong, callused fingers tightened in her hair, his hand guiding her bobbing head back and forth as she sucked him off.
She sucked on him harder, the sound of saliva meeting cock reaching her ears.
Harder. Harder. Harder.
He groaned, jerking up in his seat, unable to stop himself. Nicoletta’s body responded to his desire the way it always did, the way she hated. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became labored as she sucked harder and faster and deeper and…
Harder. Harder. Harder.
His entire body shuddered and convulsed as he came. Warm cum shot out from his cock like a drizzling fountain and Nicoletta found herself lapping it up.
He loved it when she did that. Usually she refused him that pleasure.
Her husband lusted for her in a way he never wanted the others—had never wanted the others. Years ago she had sometimes asked herself if maybe, just maybe in his own unforgiving way, he loved her. She had discarded the notion entirely, of course. When first she had been bought on the marriage auction block as his chattel and brought to the palace, Nicoletta had thought him in love with Sinead too. And yet Abdul had murdered her…
Hadn’t he?
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