It still boggled my mind that men with their reputations were as beastly in the business arena as they were in the true jobs they had been groomed to do.
However, Khane and Des had captured my attention. It was like observing a kitten flirt with a tiger. A third of one of her tasty crab bites that her resourceful-for-a-killer husband had taught her to make, was being shoved into my mouth. As soon as she was seated comfortably, her head fell against his shoulder before she turned and kissed the spot, her head had been.
I bit into my wide smile before shaking my head. She was a goner, so far in love with the man she was displaying public displays of affection, something she had never done.
Khane was no better. Although he was in the middle of a sentence, his hand covered her thigh, squeezed, and remained there, letting her know that he was acknowledging whatever was being transferred between them.
Was this how I was with Arjen? Eugh. I had never been an affectionate woman, but I couldn’t deny that Arjen had a way of taming me. I was still trying to figure out how he had accomplished it.
My lips twisted over my smile when I saw where Arjen’s hand was on my leg. He squeezed it at that moment like he had an idea, or even knew, what I was thinking.
When my head fell against his shoulder, I jerked it up, realizing I was as gone on Arjen as Des was on Khane. We had finally found men that loved and appreciated us like we had hoped for. I couldn’t speak for my sister, but I was also getting the best sex I’d ever had, as often as I wanted it.
Arjen was reluctant to touch me too soon after I had returned from the brink of death, but the last three days were dedicated to our sexual reunion.
Silvia was reluctant to let me discharge myself from the makeshift hospital she had turned a wing of her house into, but after she had walked in on me and Arjen fucking, she knew without a doubt that I was well enough to go home.
Now that the pleasantries were done, Khane led us towards his kitchen, but made a sharp turn into a hall leading to a broom closet. Once he sprang the door open, for the third time that evening, my mouth fell open.
Arjen had a death grip on my hand, afraid to let me walk on my own although he had fucked the shit out of me hours ago. He led me down the stairs of a modern-day dungeon. What in the kinky hell did Khane have going on in this house with my sister?
When the clouds of the mystery of the dark dungeon stairs faded, we were cast into the light of a deeper mystery. Was that some sort of torture table? My face grew tight as I continued to walk while everyone else, who knew the place, stopped.
When I stepped too close to a tight hall leading into another portion of the place, Khane and Desiree called me at the same time.
“Mecca.”
“Not that way,” Khane said, softening his voice. His face was unreadable, but his body was tense. As a matter of fact, he and Desiree both seemed a little tense.
I cast a glance back at the area. Was there something down that hall they didn’t want me to see? The notion made me that much more curious. However, before I could question them, Khane was leading us down another hall cut through the rock. The wall surrounding our passage was jagged but oddly beautiful.
How many different tunnels and passages were under this house? And what could Arjen possibly have down here that he could give me as a gift. He stopped me and spun me before we cleared the hall so that my shoulders were pinned to his chest.
“I need to cover your eyes. I want you surprised at the gift I have for you.”
My brows rose, but I was itching to see this surprise, so I didn’t argue. Standing before Arjen, he pressed me deeper into his chest as he covered my eyes with his big hand and urged me to walk ahead.
I immediately knew when we had cleared the hall because the area felt open and was significantly colder as a rush of chills shook me. All movement stopped, and I held my breath at the unknown awaiting me. Arjen’s hand lifted from my eyes.