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“You know, Lina’s smashed spider. Her vaginanus. Her Bieber Bidet.”
Mars makes a choking sob-slash-laughing sound.
“Sorry. . . are those synonyms not good enough? Would you prefer her Hershey highway or Yoda’s forehead?” Zahra continues.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Mars hisses between gasps of hilarity mixed with despair.
“Stop asking me that! It’s offensive! And F.Y.I., there arewaaaaaaaaaymore messed up people in the universe than me. . . like the girl in my high school who made up those synonyms for the word ‘butthole’. And there was this other girl who called herself ‘The Murder Queen’. . .who knows what the fuck she did. Oh, oh- and her best friend kept little, squishy penises in her locker!”
I can feel Mars’ mind blank in astonishment, as does mine.
Zahra must accurately interpret our looks, because she hastily clarifies, “Notrealpenises.”
“And these women were your friends?” I ask.
“What?!No! Of course not,” she attests. “I mean, maybe. . . sort of . . . Yeah, we’ve kept in touch. . .” Zahra looks everywhere but at us when she confesses, “We might actually meet every Tuesday in summer to discuss more synonyms.”
“Quit asking her what’s wrong with her, Mars,” I command to my brother.
“Thank you, Khal,” Zahra huffs snootily.
“Don’t ask her any questionsat all,” I amend.
Mars snickers, “She just called you a dick in her head.”
Zahra rushes the seven-foot muscled god. . . and bounces right off his chest, but she executes an impressive leg sweep on the way down that belies her lack of coordination. . . and down goes Mars.
Instantly, Zahra is straddling his lap, yelling threats, “Don’t tell him what I’m thinking! If I wanted him to know, I would have said it out loud. What? No! I’m not afraid of him. . . much. You know what, you can just forget about me riding you Reverse Cowgirl and mouth fucking Khal.”
I reach around the ranting goddess to cup her breasts, “What was that about fucking me with your mouth?”
She practically melts into my touch and purrs, “I was thinking of riding Caed while you watched. . . with your cock down my throat.” She arches her head back and sends me a wickedly seductive look, “But not now. Because you are a dick.”
This last part she delivers with an evil grin.
“I think it’s time we taught our wayward Goddess of Love a lesson,”I mentally channel to Mars.
His smile puts Zahra’s naughty one to shame.
“Agreed.”
CHAPTER 6
ZAHRA
I’m so very undecided. . . feeling Khal’s hands on my breasts. . . my body wants to play, but my mind says to hold strong. Don’t give in to these two domineering men. . . and hot damn, do they look fierce right now. I can tell they are mentally talking and I try to listen in. . . but I can’t pick up their radio frequency.
Damn.
Whatever they decided does not bode well for me. . .
Or maybe it does. . .
You would be disturbed to know how badly I want to be punished right now.
Anyone else singing ‘S & M’ by Rihanna in their head?
Or did you just skip ahead to thinking about Caed punishing my pussy while Khal disciplines my mouth?
