Dark Desires: Deliverance (6 page)

"You know I'm
dead serious right now. I may kill someone before the day is over" he
grumbled while giving the fiercest glare to any man he happened to catch
looking in her direction. "We may have to get a takeaway meal."

"Yes, we can do
that after they braai it."

"Braai?"

"It's the South
African term for barbeque. I think the Australian's call it a
barbie
. I'm not sure what
you call it wherever it is you come from."

"In
Romanian its
gratar
and in Ukrainian its
barbekyu
.
In Russia they use
the same term as the Ukraine, it's just spelt differently."

"Hmmm either
you're just showing off that you can speak three other languages other than
English or you're somehow a mix of all three?" she asked tentatively,
knowing how touchy he was about his past.

"Something like
that" was his vague reply. He then pulled her to his side and kissed the
crown of her head. "I'll stay for you but I don't want you out of my
sight."

"For
me?
This whole experience is for you! Don't cheat the
event because you can't control your testosterone. It's meant to be a communal
experience, where you engage with complete strangers while bonding over the
common love of food. I've been here numerous times with the girls and nothing
unpleasant has ever happened."

"Well, if
something were to happen I wouldn't deal with it very well. Can you please just
humour me and stay close?"

As they stood in the
queue to place their order, she wrapped her arms around him and kissed the underside
of his chin. Vlad leaned down to connect to her lips and deepened the kiss by
placing his hands on her ass and squeezing the round globes in appreciation. It
may have been a bit aggressive on his part, but he couldn't help the
need
he felt to stake his claim on her.

After ordering their
desired choice of meat, the raw beef was marinated in one section and then
flame grilled in another. As they waited for their food, he managed to strike
up a relaxed conversation with the other men that were waiting in line and
discussing the premier league game he also caught the night before. He often
got distracted from the discussion when he saw her back end which happened
frequently. She had struck up a conversation of her own with the women next to
her who happened to attend the same university.

The occasion was one
big tease for him and he honestly couldn't wait to get home and unleash his
pent up sexual frustration. Thinking of home, he was seriously considering
moving out of the hotel into something more permanent. He wanted a more
comfortable living space for the two of them.

Once in the cab, he
felt the need to release the beast that he had managed to keep in its cage out
in public. He sidled up closer to her and unbuttoned her shorts. Her hands were
quick to prevent his roaming fingers from accessing his prized treasure. He
smirked at her shyness to do anything sexual when there were people around. In
a lowered voice he coaxed her with the thoughts running through his
head."I've
missed your tight cunt."

He could see her
breasts begin to heave as her breathing picked up. He was affecting her as
badly as she affected him. He tried again and this time, she let him slip his
fingers past the waistband of her thong. He found her clit and started stroking
it. A few minutes in, her eyes closed and she bit her bottom lip in an effort
to suppress her moans. When she dug her nails into his bicep, he knew she was
close to coming and stopped his ministrations.

Her eyes flew open at
the interruption to the elation she had come so close to receiving only to have
it snatched away. He kissed her temple and spoke against her skin, "That's
what you do to me. That's how I feel whenever I'm around you. Charged and on
the verge of exploding if I don't get inside you." His dick was unbearably
hard within the confines of his jeans. When they got out of the car he took a
hold of her hand and led her into their temporary home.

Once the door closed
he pressed her against it, pushing his erection into her lower back. He pulled
her shorts down and ripped the delicate thong off her delectable body. He
unzipped his jeans and released his cock. Lifting her hips, he angled her in a
favourable position and thrust into her soaked channel. He stopped, relishing
the feeling of her wet pussy around his cock. He pulled out and pushed back in
using achingly slow strokes. "This ass that you were showing off today is
mine. This pussy that's weeping for me is mine. You only get wet for me don't
you? The same way my cock only wakes up for you."

Val couldn't speak,
he was driving her crazy. She stood on her toes with her arms pressed out
against the door. Thankfully, he was carrying most of her weight otherwise her
knees would have buckled under her. She could only manage a strangled
"Y-yes" as he stoked the fire within her. He pulled out of her and
turned her around. He needed to see
her,
he needed to
look into the face of his angel as he claimed her. Picking her up, she
instinctively wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and he brought her down
on his erection, controlling how much of his cock he drove in and out of her.

Her head was thrown
back against the door with her lips parted, panting her pleasure. Every time he
was inside her, every time they were connected in this way she appeared to be
more beautiful. His strokes were slow and languid, drawing them out as he
wished to remain in this moment forever. Her pussy gripped onto his dick. He
couldn't move in and out of her without effort. He stopped moving entirely and
allowed her orgasm to wash over them both as her walls rippled around him,
milking his dick. He felt his balls tighten and he emptied what felt like his
soul into her.

˜ζ˜

Vlad woke up with a
raging hard on. He was starting to hate the dreams he kept having about Val.
It's as if he had unknowingly given her his core being. He missed her lush body
and losing himself within her. He groaned at the memory. He grasped his hard
cock in his hand as he thought about her in those tight, white shorts and
started stroking himself. He halted his movements when he realised that she had
been wearing those same shorts the day that she went missing. His lust turned
to ash and he got up to take a cold shower. The sooner he got her back, the
sooner he could be with her again, be whole again, instead of pleasuring
himself in solitude.

It had been three,
long and uneventful days since Val had been placed in her prison. She was
nervous at first, especially after the unsettling encounter with the strange
man that came into her room but now she had settled in. She was familiar with
the surrounding walls and the contents therein. She didn't have any concept of
time but the regular meal intervals that were brought in gave her context.
Right on schedule, she heard the door unlock to usher in what was probably her
dinner. Standing up from the bed, she began to walk to the lounge section of
her room but the sight of the woman holding the serving tray stopped her in her
tracks.

"H-hi."

"Hello! I just thought
you may be in need of a friendly face and some female company"
came
the light, Portuguese accent of her voice.

"Thank you. Who
are you?" Val was used to the servants who came in, dropped her food off
and left without a word. They dressed in simple black
abayas
and wore
shaylas
to cover their hair. The lady
who stood before her was tall, about 5'10", and beautiful in a regal sort
of way. She wore a knee length, sleeveless, black cocktail dress. Something she
thought was a big no-no in the region because of how much skin it exposed. She
also happened to be black, the only other black woman she had seen since she
boarded the plane for Qatar.

"I'm
Gabriella" she answered, setting the tray on the coffee table, she took a
seat on the Ottoman. "You may call me Gaby, everyone else does. Except the
pissy
king of this castle," she finished off
with a roll of her eyes.

"W-who?"
Valerie's interest was piqued and she moved to sit next to her.

"The
great
Kayaan
Al
Asaad
Shaheeb
" Gaby announced, with a dramatic flair of her
arms.

Val smiled at her.
She was lively and quite entertaining. She hadn't realised how much she missed
having company. She had chosen to focus on her lack of having something to do
rather than having someone to do it with. "Wow, you must be really high up
the hierarchal ladder if you can mock a king in his own home."

Gaby waved her hand
dismissively. "He doesn't like me and I don't like him. We don't pretend
to feel any differently either."

"I assume you
don't work here because well…" Val gestured at the other woman's clothing.

"Heavens,
no!
My situation is not that dire and even if it
were, there are far too many options to consider before I take orders from
that… tyrant" she bit out the last word, "No matter how desperate I
may be, the Saudi sun would have to rise from the west and set in the east
before such a day comes."

Valerie let out a
giggle then. Gaby was colourful, to say the least, and she could tell that the
woman was a spitfire - the kind of woman that led men on a leash, as she danced
to the beat of her own drum, even when she was clearly in their domain. That
quality reminded her of Macy which made her want to know more. "Where are
you from and what are you doing here?"

"I'm originally
from Angola and I'm here as Kamal's
guest
. He is
Keyaan's
brother."

If she a guest then
why is she serving a prisoner dinner?
Her guard was back
up again. Maybe they had sent in a charming personality to get ease Val into a
false sense of security and get into her head. "What kind of guest serves
a prisoner dinner?"

"
Hahahaha
I like you! You're funny, where are you
from?"

"South Africa.
Why am I funny?"

There was a silence
that came after the question. Each woman stared at the other, searching and
assessing as if trying to decide whether they could be trusted in their own
right. Gaby made the first move and spoke honestly. "Truth be told, I had
to see what the whispers in the palace were all about. I don't understand
Arabic but I caught a few words here and there. This section has been
restricted. Only certain guards and servants, as well as the royal household,
have access. Since I am somewhat part of the royal clan, no one could stop me
when I decided to take a little tour. I saw one of the servants placing food in
a separate cart to the one that was meant for the dining hall. I followed her
here and Moe - the biggest softy on the security team by the way - let me in
when I gave him this face." She lifted her lips in an innocent hint of a
smile, lowered her head and batted her long lashes slowly. "I also may
have mentioned that I was here to make sure that King
Keyaan's
guest had settled in well."

"Moe?"

"That's the name
of your bodyguard. He belongs to the sheik. However,
Keyaan
assigned him to you after your arrival. He is one of the best I'm told, from a
military background and whatever else they use to benchmark the competence of
security personnel. If the king has given you one of his personal shadows, then
you are right at the top of that hierarchal ladder you spoke of."

"But do you know
why they are making such a big deal about me?"

Gaby stared at Val
intently.
"Officially?
No. I have no idea and
Kamal refuses to talk about it, which means it must be political bullshit.
That's the only thing that's kept hush-hush from outsiders. And that dumb bitch
Zainab isn't saying anything either but I don't expect much from her, she
despises me."

"Who is
Zainab?"

"Kamal's
wife."
  At the questioning look from
Val, Gaby added, "Don't ask. It's complicated and I refuse to get into it
because I don't understand it much myself."

The curiosity was
clawing at her to know more however, Gaby had been forthcoming and this
appeared to be personal. She chose not to push it any further and dropped the
subject. "
Uhm
, okay… so how long have you been
here?"

"About two weeks
but I'm not here to stay. I'm leaving soon, just don't ask me when." She
sighed and again added the sentiment, "it's complicated."

That phrase,
"it's complicated" began to gnaw at Valerie's skull. She had gone
from lying in bed all day, in a boring room with absolutely nothing to do, to
sitting next to a woman who had access to information she needed. Gabriella
struck her as the kind of woman who liked to be kept abreast of everything and
was not happy with being shut out from the inner circle. She could become her
ally and tell her what was going on if she knew what to look for. They had only
met a few minutes ago, but there was something about Gaby that said she could
be trusted.

"Tell me about
this Great
Keyaan
Alalal
"

"Hahaha, you
mean Al
Asaad
Shaheeb
. I
can't tell you much because I don't know him. As I told you we don't like each
other so we play the avoiding game and when that fails, it's we ignore one
another. Even when I met Kamal back in the States, he never really talked about
his family or mentioned that he was royalty."

"You know Kamal
from the States?"

"Yes, we studied
together there." There was a wistful smile on her face. Val didn't know
whether she would go down memory lane talking about this Kamal she had never
met, or continue with her own line of questioning. Trusting her instincts, she
chose the former.

"What is he
like?"

"Who?
Kamal?"

Valerie shook her
head in the affirmative, wanting to know more about this woman and her life. How
had she ended up in a situation that seemed to cause her strife? She was by no
means a prisoner but her emotions with regard to Kamal were evidently holding
her hostage. She tucked her feet under her butt in an effort to get comfortable
and listen.

"He's smart,
handsome and a gentleman. His thoughts are sometimes altruistic - I think he
fancies himself a modern day philosopher. He's not scared to voice his opinions
on what he considers right or wrong. He's a thoughtful man when it comes to
others regardless of their station in life. After I found out that he had a
title, I couldn't believe the amount of humility he had throughout college.
Being here with his family, or should I specify his brother, it makes me wonder
how they are even related."

"So
Keyaan
is the complete opposite?"

"
Meu Deus
!
They are night and day. I don't know the king that well but it doesn't take a
genius to figure out that everybody hates him but is too scared to stand up to
him. He is a tyrant and thinks that he is lord and ruler of all. People part
like the red sea in his wake. I kid you not. The more timid servants have timed
his schedule and make sure they are in a different section of the palace to
avoid him. Some even take the long way around the routes he uses so that they
may never cross his path. As far as I can tell, only his brother likes him and,
of course, the whores they bring in. Wait, they are paid to like him so they
don't count."

"GABRIELLA!"

Keyaan
had asked Moe to open the door and walked in on the tail end of their
conversation. Valerie's attention was solely on the other woman as she took in
every word she had to offer about the kind of man that he was. He didn't even
want to think about what else had been said about him before he interrupted.
The mere mention of whores had hurt the reputation he wanted to convey to
Valerie. From the day he had laid eyes on her, he felt an affinity for her. Her
presence in his home was nefarious enough and he refused to indulge in any
emotions she could pull from him.

His plan had been to
seduce her, then send her back to Vlad to prove that the love he so valiantly
risked his reputation and business for was not worth the sheets he would defile
her on. He had yet to set that plan in motion yet because of the short fuse he
seemed to have lately. Gabriella slandering his name because of her own
personal feelings towards him may have ruined any chances he had of winning her
affections. It would be a monumental task to change her mind now. He didn't
give a fuck about what other people thought of him and he didn't give a fuck
about women. So why was he so ashamed and angry at the exposé of his misdeeds?

"Your
highness," Gaby greeted with a mock bow of her head while wearing a smirk
that disappeared as quickly as it had arrived.

"Who gave you
permission to be here?"

"I didn't know I
needed permission. Nothing other than your wing has been explicitly stated as
out of bounds to me. I was only entertaining your guest."

His blood was
boiling. Nothing would give him greater satisfaction than snapping her long,
elegant neck. "Can I speak to you outside?"

"Of course, Your
Highness," she gave Val a wink and got up to follow him out.

Once outside he
addressed Mohammed. "Unless it is I who stands before this door or I who
gives you the instruction, then no-one is allowed past this point." Moe
bowed his head in understanding of his new directives.

"I came to the
west wing of my own freewill. I'm the one who convinced the servants to give me
her tray to bring her dinner. Of course by the time I stood at the door, Moe
had to let me in. You have not told anyone at the dinner table that this
section of the palace is restricted. In actual fact, you’ve avoided the topic
altogether when I asked about it, so don't have a cacophony and mistreat
everyone else for doing their job simply because they weren't doing it to your
liking. Besides, there's nothing wrong with a chat between girls. Unless
there's a reason you are keeping her in solitary confinement?"

He took hold of her
arm and dragged her to the dining hall.
Fuck!
This bitch
and her mouth
.
Keyaan
, he was seething with contempt. This is why he
absolutely hated Gabriella
DeGouvia
. She didn't
respect him and never hid that fact. She said what she thought, consequences
be
damned, and he could do nothing about it because she was
Kamal's pet. A badly behaved, undisciplined, havoc-wreaking pet that his
brother refused to let go of. He was weak when it came to her and if a woman
made you weak then she was a sign of trouble. He didn't know how much more of
this woman he could stand even though she had only been in his home for a
couple of weeks. He would gladly have executed if he was certain that his
brother, his only ally and friend - possibly the only person left who genuinely
loved him, would forgive him.

"Kamal! Please
keep
your
… whatever she is, in line. I only tolerate
her in my home because she is your guest but this is not the first time
Gabriella has interfered in my affairs." He released her arm with a slight
toss once they arrived in the dining hall. "As for Valerie, no-one is to
go near her without my explicit permission. No one is to talk to her. No one is
to send her anything or have any kind of communication with her. This is not a
request. It is an order."
Now everyone at the dinner table knows that
they aren't allowed near her. Try me,
Gaby,
I'm
itching for an opportunity to put you in your place.