She didn’t have so much as a second’s warning. She’d barely drawn in a tremulous breath when his h*ps bunched, gathering strength, then in one stroke he buried the full length inside her.
The heavy breadth of his c**k forced its way inside her. Every hard inch stroking to her furthest depth and deeper. Pleasure and pain became rocketing fire as he began to move. He didn’t pause, he didn’t give her a chance to catch her breath or to prepare for the sensations tearing across her body, throwing her into a maelstrom of pure bliss. She wanted to scream it was so good, but she couldn’t scream. Instinct kept the desperation bottled inside, silent, or nearly silent.
She had to bite her lip. She bit his shoulder.
“Ah f**k!” Her teeth at his shoulder did something. It triggered a reaction. It set loose a primal, sensual creature she could have never expected. A wild, primitive, erotic lover that hijacked her senses.
His h*ps twisted and surged, shafted inside her and f**ked her with driving, forceful strokes. Each rasp of his c**k thrusting through her pu**y, pushing her to a limit she hadn’t known existed. Pushing her toward an ecstasy so fiery she was lost in it, begging for more, dying with each stroke.
Each heavy thrust parting and delving, stretching and burning. She bit into his shoulder harder, fighting the cries welling inside her, fighting to hold back.
“No,” she moaned. 01C;No. Please, Abram. Don’t…” She shook her head. “I want to scream,” she whimpered. He growled. His lips covered hers, his tongue delved inside. He trapped the sound. He thrust harder, his c**k stroking deeper, f**king her, possessing her, owning her as he never had before.
In that second she felt the sensations rushing, surging. Silent screams were ricocheting through her head and through her soul.
She was coming with a force. She didn’t know if she could survive. Exploding around the thick wedge of his c**k as it began to throb violently. He groaned into the kiss and began coming inside her. Heated, deep spurts of his se**n pulsing, surging inside the spasming flesh of her pu**y.
Groaning into the kiss that held back her screams, his arms holding her to him, possessively, desperately.
And for the first time in her life she swore she belonged.
For the first time in his life, he knew what belonging meant.
And it terrified them both.
11
“Move! It’s time to go!” Abram hissed at her ear, a sense of
danger filling his voice and awakening her with a surge of fear-laced adrenaline.
Paige’s eyes came open, staring up in confusion at him, his hand capped over her lips to cover any sound she may have made, born of fear or surprise.
Staring up at him she saw the icy features of his face, the cold, murderous rage glittering in his black eyes and she knew something, somehow, had just gone to hell.
“Clothes.” He lifted his hand and with the other pressed clothing into her hands. “Shoes.” They felt like hiking boots and they were shoved into her other hand. “Hurry.”
Gripping her wrist as he jerked the blankets back, exposing the warmth of her na**d flesh to the chill air outside the covering, he pulled her from the bed.
Coming to her feet she was surprised to find soft, wool trousers, a heavy, short tunic, socks, and definitely hiking boots. She dressed quickly, her gaze trying to pierce the darkness as she caught Abram’s shadow moving close to her as he dressed as well.
“Extraction will be in place,” Tariq hissed through the darkness. “There are horses waiting in the caverns, but we’re going to be cutting it close. Azir is with the Matawa now, and they’re itching to get in here.”
The Matawa, the feared religious police who enforced the strict Islamic law on all matters from courtship to dress and marital intercourse.
“Why are they here?” Jerking her socks on she tried to keep the fear from her voice as she hurriedly finished dressing. “For us,” Tariq snarled in a sibilant whisper. “Azir called them in. They’ll hold you, me, and Abram until he makes the vow to the emissary, and once the emissary is finished they’ll secure Abram for punishment of the crimes of sexual deviance and intent to abdicate a vow given to the monarchy, which is the same as treason. Until then, you will be held in the cells below the castle until the vow is given to give you time to contemplate your sins before you’re stoned to death.” Disgust rang in his voice as she laced the boots then rose to her feet.
“Here.” Jacket, gloves, and a hat. “The temperature’s dropped significantly. We have to hurry; they’ll be here within minutes.”
There was a sound of stone scraping against stone, and seconds later Abram gripped her hand and rushed her into a darkness even more overwhelming than that of the bedroom they had been in.
As he and Tariq wrestled whatever door was used back into place securely, the click of the lock reengaging, they all froze at the sound of heavy pounding at the bedroom door.
“You will open this door. Abram el Hamid Mustafa. Tariq bin Sa’id Mustafa. Paige Eleanora Galbraithe, you are hereby under arrest for the crimes of sexual deviancy and conspiracy to commit treason against the Saudi Arabian empire.”
Paige reached out, her fingers clenched on Abram’s arm at the sound of the rough, cruel tone and the charges being leveled against them.
The voices turned lower, the words muffled by the wood and stone barriers, only barely reaching her ears as adrenaline began to surge through her.
Why were they just standing there?
Her fingers clenched tighter on his arm, the need to run overwhelming her now. Each of those charges were punishable by stoning for a woman, though only the charge of treason held such a punishment for Abram and Tariq.
She could feel him against her, the tension in his body mounting as he extricated his arm from her grip only to wrap it around her shoulders and pull her to him.
The pounding came again.
“Three.” Abram began counting off. “Two.” As he spoke he turned her toward the back of whatever cave, cavern, or room they were hidden within.
A second later the loud, raucous sounds of a heavy metal band began to scream through the room.
Paige jumped, only barely managing to hold back a cry of surprise at the shrill music. In the same d, Abram’s arms tightened around her and they were rushing headlong into a darkness barely lit by the penlight Tariq held out before him.
“What the hell happened?” Abram snarled as they began to run through the stone corridor that she was certain had to run on forever.