Guilty Pleasure

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.

Just that fast Shayne stopped. His fingers were still embedded inside the clenching depths of her vagina, the muscles of his arm and chest straining as she shuddered between them.

“I’m going to watch him fuck you like that.” Khalid’s hand slid over her stomach, caressing the clenched muscles of her abdomen. “So hard and deep, you’ll be screaming for more, begging for it to stop.”

She was ready to scream now and wanted nothing more than to beg to come.

“I ache for you.” A gentle, soft kiss smoothed across her neck as she fought to breathe.

Shayne’s fingers flexed inside her, drawing a strangled cry from her throat as the tips of his fingers rubbed inside her, stroking high and deep and stealing her breath with the sensations.

“I ache to watch your face, hear your cries, to see your sweet pussy or that tight little ass stretch until you’re screaming from the biting pleasure.”

Shayne’s fingers slid from the aching depths of her sex as Khalid picked her up and carried her to the bed. She was laid down gently, but the kiss that came immediately afterward was anything but gentle.

It was filled with hunger, with need. Khalid took her lips and stole her senses with his lips and tongue as he lay beside her, his hand caressing from her neck to her breasts.

Her world became limited to the two men and four hands.

Khalid’s kiss was like wildfire as it sank into her. He ate at her lips, sipped at them, as Shayne’s lips traveled along the breast Khalid left free.

She couldn’t focus on just one touch; it was impossible. Hungry lips took hers as suckling lips drew a tight, sensitive nipple into a hot mouth and began to work it with a hungry tongue.

Hands touched, stroked.

They parted her thighs.

Marty arched as desperation began to claw inside her. Two strong male fingers sank inside her pussy, working into the clenching flesh as Shayne began to kiss his way down her body.

Fire tore through her. It wrapped around her clit, blazed across her nerve endings, and left her shaking, shuddering in need.

As Khalid’s lips lifted from hers, her eyes opened to stare into the hungry eyes of the rough-hewn man who held her heart.

“Do you know what you do to me?” he whispered.

How could she ever do more to him than he did to her? He stole her mind with his touch and stole reason with his kisses.

“You make me dream, Marty.” His lips settled at her ear, his voice a breath of sound.

She made him dream?

Her breath caught in her chest. He was her dream, her greatest fantasy.

“You make me come apart at the seams.”

“Oh God.” The cry tore from her at the same moment, at the feel of Shayne’s tongue delving into the folds of her pussy.

A second later it was gone, and fierce male lips were kissing her thighs, teeth raking her flesh.

Shayne’s lips traveled lower, kissing behind her knees as his hands stroked and soothed her flesh, even as he built the fire inside her higher, hotter.

“Khalid.” She was dazed, on fire as she lifted her lashes and stared up at him. “You’re killing me.”

“Pleasuring you.” Male satisfaction gleamed in his eyes as hers widened at the feel of Shayne’s fingers easing inside her pussy once again, while his tongue moved back to the swollen knot of her clit.

She was stretched so tight she trembled, her body shuddering at the pleasure.

“There, little flower,” Khalid soothed her, as his head lowered once again and his lips eased over her neck, then to the swollen nipple nearest him.

Licking it sensually, he stared up at her, the exotic planes and angles of his face giving him a wicked, hungry expression.

Gasping for breath, Marty tried to hold on to her senses just enough to understand which lover was touching which part of her body.

She was losing that ability, though. Her lashes drifted closed and the erotic sensuality of the moment took over.

Pleasure built and burned inside her.

Shayne licked at her pussy, circling her clit with flickering quick little strokes that had her reaching, fighting to throw herself over the edge of ecstasy as his fingers stretched and eased inside the delicate tissue of her pussy.

Hips arched, her hands buried in Khalid’s hair, she moaned their names as the escalating pleasure whipped through her senses.

She couldn’t have imagined it could be this good, this erotic.

“Sweet love.” Khalid groaned as his head lifted, his lips moving to hers once more. “Little flower. How beautiful you are. You’re lost, aren’t you, Marty? Lost inside the pleasure. I see it in your eyes, feel it in your body.”

He stared down at her, his expression reflecting such hunger, such pleasure that she had to wonder what drove him to these lengths.

“Nothing matters but this,” he whispered. “Seeing you. Watching the pleasure transform you. Knowing the ecstasy you find in this will never be forgotten.”

It was for her. It wasn’t just for him. As she stared up at him that realization tore through her. He loved watching her pleasure. He loved seeing her reaching, tightening for release rather than becoming lost in it with her at these times.

“There, precious.” His voice was thick, rough, as she fought the climax now, wanting to hold it back, to make this night last forever, to see this expression on his face for all time.

He smiled down at her. “I won’t let you fight it, baby.”

Shayne’s lips closed over her clit as his fingers began to move faster, harder inside the clenched recesses of her pussy.

“Let me see it, baby. Let me see you come for us.”

Shayne flicked his tongue over her clit as he sucked it deep, his hungry mouth surrounding it in heat as his fingers shafted inside her with pistoning strokes.

She couldn’t hold back. She wanted to. She ached to.

The world exploded around her. Bright prisms of light detonated in front of her eyes as powerful waves of electric sensation began to electrify her flesh.

It sizzled, a phantom stroke that became too much to bear, throwing her through that barrier of light and tossing her into a world of such extreme sensation that she wanted to scream in agony but could only gasp in pleasure.

“Yes, baby.” Khalid’s voice was guttural now. “Come for us, Marty. Suck his dick with your sweet pussy. Take it, baby. Take it all.”

She was dying inside from the excess of sensation. She was unraveling, coming apart with the pleasure.

No sooner had the wave of orgasm peaked and begun to ease, then they began building her higher.

Who eased between her thighs she wasn’t certain. Her eyes were closed tight, her fingers fisted in the sheets beneath her.

Her thighs were lifted, placed over powerful thighs.

Khalid. She knew his body, she knew the touch of his cock against the sensitive folds of her pussy.

Her eyes opened to mere slits as she felt Shayne moving in beside her. His lips covered her nipple as she watched Khalid, watched as he lifted her hips closer, his gaze focused on the aching flesh of her pussy as he began to push inside her.

Her back arched. This was pure rapture. The sensation of Shayne’s touch was erotic, exciting, but the feel of Khalid taking her was like feeling electricity pound through her entire body.

His cock eased inside her, working through the tight muscles, stroking them, caressing them with the wide head of his erection, and then the heavily veined shaft.

Her hips arched closer, cries began spilling from her lips as the overwhelming sensations began to arc through her body. It was like tidal waves, never ending, laying destruction to any hope she may have had of retaining any part of her soul where he was concerned.

But there was already no hope. He’d stolen it along with her heart.

“Fuck. Sweet Marty,” he moaned, as he worked deeper, deeper inside her. “So fucking tight. Like a fist clenched around my dick.”

She clenched tighter, the involuntary reaction to his words slamming through her womb with spasms of sensation bordering on pain. The pleasure was too intense, too incredible.

Shayne’s lips drew tighter on her breast as Khalid began to move inside her, deeper, harder. He was taking her on a roller-coaster ride of such incredible power that she couldn’t do anything but hang on for the ride.

And the ride was incredible. As Khalid’s cock thrust and stroked inside her, Shayne’s lips played with her nipples as his fingers slid down her stomach to the distended bundle of nerves between her thighs.

She was being stroked, taken, caressed, in ways she couldn’t have anticipated. They drove her higher, sent her spinning through a sensual universe so filled with pleasure that it was almost agony.

She was crying, trying to scream. She writhed and arched into the driving strokes of Khalid’s cock as she fought to take him deeper, harder.

“There, sweetheart,” Shayne’s voice began to croon at her ear. “Fuck, you’re pretty, taking that dick. All flowered open and slick and sweet.” His fingers strummed against her clit now, driving sensation through the core of her as her pussy tightened around Khalid’s thrusting cock.

She couldn’t bear it. She was dying. There was too much pleasure, too many sensations. God, she had never imagined there could be too much pleasure. It began to swamp her. Sensuality drowned her. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move.

Her body tightened to a breaking point, began to shake harder, to tighten until her orgasm tore through her with a violence that threw her over the edge of reason.

She didn’t slip over. She didn’t slide.

She was catapulted into a shimmering sea of brilliant, pulsing sensation and explosive rapture.

Crying out Khalid’s name, Marty felt him slam deep just before the deep heavy throb of his cock signaled the fierce, heated jets of come spurting inside her and driving her higher.

Beside her she felt Shayne’s fist moving over his cock as the fingers of his other hand stroked her clit to a blistering release. He was moaning her name at her side as Khalid groaned above her, his body arched back, perspiration gleaming on his shoulders and chest as the flames of pleasure continued to flicker over them.

As the final violent tremors of orgasm eased through her, Marty collapsed back on the bed, fighting to breathe as exhaustion moved through her.

How the hell was she supposed to get through the rest of the day now? All she wanted to do was curl back into Khalid’s arms and go to sleep.

She was only distantly aware of Shayne groaning as he finally moved.

Khalid was collapsed at her side, his arm thrown over her waist as he gasped for air as well.

“Fuck me,” Shayne breathed out roughly. “I’ll have a heart attack at this rate.”

He moved from the bed, stumbled, then padded off to the bathroom.

“Kids, I need a nap,” he announced long minutes later, as he came into the bedroom and moved back to the bed. “Rest, sweet thing.” He kissed her gently on the lips before she felt him move away. Seconds later she heard the bedroom door close softly.

“I think I did have a heart attack,” Khalid mumbled at her side. “I felt my heart rip out of my chest.”

She turned her head and couldn’t help the smile that curved at her lips as she asked, “How do you figure that?”

As he lifted his head he stared back at her, his expression somber, serious. “I lost my heart,” he said then. “You stole it, Marty. When I wasn’t looking, you took it right from my chest.”

What was he saying? She stared back at him in shock.

“I love you, Marty,” he said then, and she saw the truth of it in his eyes, in his expression. “I love you until there’s no tomorrow without you. Until I think I would die a cold, lonely death without you.”

He loved her.

She stared back at him, still not entirely certain that she was awake. Had she fallen asleep? Had she somehow managed to slip into her greatest fantasy to hear the words she had needed to hear for so very long?

“You’re not saying anything, Marty.” He reached out, his fingertips caressing her cheek, then her jaw. “What’s wrong?”

She had to swallow tightly to speak.

“Say it again.” Was that her voice? So desperate, so filled with hope. “Please, Khalid, say it again.”

“I love you, Marty Mathews,” he said simply, softly. “With everything inside me, I love you.”

He loved her.

She wasn’t dreaming. This wasn’t a fantasy. It was real, and she wasn’t losing her mind.

“You love me?”

“I love you.” He gave her a small, gentle smile. “More than you can ever know.”

She couldn’t stem the tears. They filled her eyes and slid slowly down her cheeks as he stared back at her, a small, confused frown darkening his brow.

“I’ve loved you since I was fifteen years old,” she whispered. “So much, Khalid. I’ve loved you so much.”

Her arms went around his neck as she buried her face in his chest, fighting to stop the tears. She didn’t want to cry. She didn’t want his face blurred because of her tears. She wanted to memorize it. She wanted to preserve this moment in time.

“He loves you so much.”

They both froze for one second before jerking around to stare in shock at the figure who stood in the doorway, an automatic rifle cradled in his arms.

Aman Mustafa.

Marty knew his scarred face instantly. The thick black hair was pulled back into a ponytail; a ragged, ill-kept bushy beard covered the lower part of his face.

She couldn’t move. She stared at the barrel of the rifle as it pointed toward her chest, the evil smile on his face as he moved into the room, terrifying her.

There was no mercy in that gaze. There was no compassion. There was only evil. Pure, black-hearted evil.

“This was so easy.” He laughed at them as he moved inside, an arrogant swagger in his step that screamed conceited confidence.

Her weapon was tucked under the edge of the mattress, so far away. She lay against Khalid on his side of the ultra-king-size bed, the edge of the bed a good body-length from her.

“Aman.” Khalid’s tone was ice, his body tense against her.

He stared around the room curiously as he moved to stand at the foot of the bed. “I’m surprised you have no third with you tonight. I expected it.”

He didn’t know Shayne was there.

“I didn’t need one tonight.” Khalid held her close as he sat up fully and stared back at his brother.

“Ah, surely you are not giving up on such pleasures?” Aman propped his foot at the bottom of the bed. “I thought for certain that if you did not give them up for the memory of Lessa then you would give them up for no woman.”

Marty kept her eyes on Aman, but her senses concentrated fully on Khalid. Aman was trying to piss him off, to hurt him. The memory of Lessa was one Khalid had never let himself forget, nor had he ever forgiven himself for her death.

There was also a sense of hope. Shayne was in the house. There was a chance, a slim one at best, but a chance that he could return to the bedroom and distract Aman.

“Does it matter why I gave it up?” Khalid asked, further drawing Aman into the belief that no one else was there. “Tell me, Aman, how did you get past my security guards?”

“They were easy.” Aman smiled as he shrugged. “Very complacent in their abilities and their technologies. Unfortunately, I was here long before the full force actually arrived. Your poor cook slipped me in this afternoon, just after you and your lovely Agent Mathews left the house.”

“And the call that the Saudi ambassador’s assistant made from the party last night?” Khalid asked.

Aman smiled. “To Ayid, as I’m certain you know. I’ve been here for a while, brother.” His gaze slid to Marty. “Long enough to nearly kill your whore the night you almost caught me in her apartment.”

It wasn’t an unknown assassin. Aman had been here all along.

Khalid breathed in deeply behind her. A controlling, patient breath as Marty clutched the sheet tighter to her breasts.

“Americans amaze me.” Aman sighed, as though they were children he didn’t understand. “They believe they are so full of wisdom and answers. But living is the understanding that such things cannot be controlled. Allah controls all things instead, and he reaches back, forsaking us when vengeance is owed us.” He glared at Khalid then. “Vengeance is owed, Khalid. Allah provided a way for me to strike.”

“I thought you said the cook provided that?” Khalid drawled.

Aman’s glare intensified. “You mock me, Khalid?” He snarled. “You mock Allah further? The unholy alliances you partake of with other men’s wives is a sin against all men. You should have been stoned as an infant. Destroyed before you could infect others with your perversions.”

And Aman believed that, Marty saw. In his deep brown eyes she saw the conviction he felt.

“I’ve heard this all before, Aman.” Khalid sighed. “It’s becoming boring.”

“Then hear this, traitor…”

The rifle went off.

Marty flinched then screamed as the bullet tore a hole in the pillow no more than a breath from her head.

“Fuck you, Aman!” Khalid yelled furiously, as he pulled Marty closer to him, despite her attempts to throw herself to the other side of the bed and the gun within easy reach if she could just make the distance.

“Perhaps I am only trying to liven things up,” Aman sneered. “As you tried to liven them up the day you killed mine and Ayid’s wives. The day you and Abram thought you could destroy our lives and our plans, forever.”

Marty dug her nails into Khalid’s wrists in an attempt to force him to release her.

“Abram did nothing,” Khalid snapped.

The rifle fired again. A volley of bullets tore into the mattress beside Marty as Aman screamed out furiously. “You bastard liar! We know better! We have always known better! Tonight I came to kill your whore. Ayid will be with Abram now, ensuring he never breathes another night. But you, my brother, you will live to suffer as no man on earth has ever suffered.”

He was insane.

Marty fought to hold herself in place, to still the need to fight Khalid’s hold until it eased just enough to tear herself from his arms at the next opportunity.

She was halfway behind him now as he jerked her back and came forward. His muscles were tense and bulging as he held his rage in check, obviously waiting as well.

“You won’t live to make me suffer,” Khalid assured him. “Trust me, Aman. I’ll hunt you both down like rabid dogs.”

Aman chuckled at that. “I may die, but you will suffer. You will suffer the truth. The knowledge that your actions have caused you to lose the only woman you have ever truly loved. Ah, yes.” He smiled. “I heard your vow of undying devotion to your little cunt. Words you have never given another woman. They have signed her death warrant rather than the mere raping I had intended for her.”

She would rather die than have him so much as graze her with his demonic touch.

“Don’t force me to destroy you, Aman,” Khalid warned him, his voice powerful despite its softness. “I will. Harm her, and I’ll make certain you die in agony.”

“No more agony than you will know, my brother.” The rifle lifted again and aimed toward her hip.

“Aman!” Khalid screamed out his name as the weapon fired.

Agony streaked along Marty’s hip as she threw herself from Khalid to the edge of the bed. Her hand flew to the separation of the mattress and box spring, her fingers curling around the butt of the gun as it slipped free.

Simultaneously Khalid threw his weight over her body as more gunfire sounded.

She fought him. Trying to ignore the horrifying agony at her hip, Marty fought to turn, to aim the weapon she had managed to snatch at the bastard daring to endanger the man she loved.

“Move!” She was picked from the floor like a rag doll as Khalid threw himself toward the bathroom door.

Aman’s curses were like the screams of a demon as Khalid threw the door closed, locked it, then forced Marty to the back of the room and into the sunken tub.

She stared at him in shock as she glimpsed the small, lethally powerful P90 personal protection weapon he carried in one hand.

“Put this on.” He threw a white robe to her as he grabbed the white, comfortable pants he had worn in their suite and jerked them on.

“You won’t escape so easily, Khalid.” The sound of Aman’s weapon tapping against the door was like listening to Satan peck his nails against it. It sent chills racing down her spine and horror filled her soul.

“Are you okay?” Khalid sliced a look at her as she tied the robe.

She nodded with the lie. She wasn’t okay. She was bleeding like a damned stuck pig and her fucking hip was burning like the flames of hell were flickering over it.

“Do not play this game, Khalid.”

Khalid threw himself into the tub, covering her as bullets tore through the bathroom door, the lock shattering. A foot against the panel, and Aman was staring in at them with a smile on his face before he threw himself to the side, barely escaping the gunfire Khalid spewed toward him.

“Ah, you are getting smarter,” Aman called out. “Come out and play, Khalid. Come, my brother, and perhaps I will share your woman with you before I cut her depraved cunt from her body.”