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Thank you all so so much for liking the last chapter. Am happy you all enjoyed reading it. Here's the next part to the story. I hope it will be liked too. Happy reading.
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WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT, READER DISCRETION ADVISED. HAVE MARKED THE MATURE CONTENT IN BOLD SO IT STANDS OUT. WHOEVER WANTS TO SKIP WILL KNOW WHERE TO STOP READING AND WHERE TO START AGAIN.
Chapter 8
"Zoya, Zoya wake up."
Zoya opened her eyes to find Asad smiling down on her.
"Did you get the bullet out?"
She said nothing, but reached behind her taking the bullet from the table where she had left it and showed him.
"I knew you could do it."
"Would you like something to drink? I have coffee made and some soup ready to warm up for you if your hungry.
"I'll take some coffee, I have one hell of headache from all that booze," he said smiling at her tear streaked face.
Zoya went to get him a cup of coffee, making one for herself as well.
"Asad you could have died," she said softly after sitting down beside him on the couch.
"But I didn't Zoya, you made sure of that."
After a long pause she said "Maybe I should give myself back up to the justice department. Maybe this time they can keep me safe if I demand all new officers."
"Zoya if there is a leak in the justice department nothing you can do will keep you safe from being found out. I'm going to call an old friend of mine to do some checking on those men who knew all about where you were being kept under guard. He is very experienced in this sort of thing and he would not give away any information."
"I'm so tired of all this running and I don't feel good about you getting hurt because of me."
"Look, let's talk about this in the morning, right now I could use some of that soup you were talking about. How about you make us something to eat then we can get some sleep. We will be perfectly safe here Zoya so we both can sleep without worry tonight."
Zoya found some shredded chicken in the fridge and made them both a grilled chicken and cheese sandwich and bowl of soup. After she had cleaned up the kitchen Asad led her into the only bedroom. He didn't even try to suggest that he sleep out on the couch. He gave Zoya a clean shirt from one of the dresser drawers and waited for her to come out of the restroom. Zoya climbed into bed beside him and lay her head down on his chest. She felt his arm wrap around her and pull her closer. She felt his lips lightly touch her forehead before she drifted off to sleep. Asad had fallen asleep shortly after Zoya but had awakened a couple hours later. His body had reacted to her closeness awaking him, making him aware of his need. He couldn't deny the desire he felt for Zoya, he hadn't felt this away about any woman in years. He tried to fight the urge to touch her, knowing that once he did there would be no turning back and nothing to stop them from completing their coupling this night. His need for her was fierce. He closed his eyes trying not to see in his mind how he wanted to take her and make her his. He wanted to taste every inch of her, wanted to make love to her all night long. Zoya came slowly awake, desire flowing through her body like the gentle waves flowing towards the shore. A storm was brewing, one that would soon turn into a sexual tempest. Asad's hands were caressing her body pulling her into the abyss of desire that she couldn't resist. She wanted to kiss him, she hungered to feel his lips on hers again.
She thought when he moved that he was going to kiss her, instead he pushed himself between her legs letting his mouth kiss the most intimate part of her. She moaned as his experienced mouth brought her to the edge of total surrender. Asad held her legs down as he pleasured Zoya with his mouth. Her hips kept rising as her passion grew. Asad held her down not wanting to miss a beat. Once he had taken Zoya to her final surrender he mounted another attack on her with his mouth. He brought her to climax the second time before he entered her. He could be a gentle lover but he could also be a fierce lover. His need was so great that there was nothing gentle about gaining her complete surrender to him tonight and that is exactly what he did.
He lifted her legs pressing them back into her chest, slamming hard into her. With each hard stroke Zoya would gasp for breath, he slowed down, spreading her legs wide so he could watch himself slide in and out of her. Zoya would get no more sleep this night. His hunger and need for her would not be diminished so quickly. Asad pulled out and quickly flipped her onto her stomach, he held her down firmly on the bed then slid back inside her. He lay atop of her, slowly deriving her submission to his thrusts. He kissed the nape of her neck, letting his tongue leave wet paths all across her back and shoulders.
"Don't move Zoya, just lay still for now," he whispered in her ear.
"Please let me touch you Asad," she begged him.
"No. I'm going to make love to you all night long Zoya, there will be no rest for you this night," he said as he continued. "Forgive me Zoya, I couldn't keep myself from making love to you." He kissed her shoulder, taking little nips of her skin between each kiss. Zoya was breathing hard and Asad could feel his own body tensing before releasing into her. Asad pushed her over onto her back then kissed her deeply. She was coming down from her feeling of sexual euphoria. He never let her complete that journey, he began to take her back to full arousal with his fingers and his kisses. He held her down onto the bed, not allowing her to initiate any kind of foreplay. He felt her soften as she gave way to the intense pleasure she was feeling. By the time he had made her climax again he was hard and ready to continue on with his assault. Asad made love to Zoya the rest of the night, until they were both so exhausted they fell into a peaceful slumber just as dawn was breaking.
Around noon they both awoke, still holding each other in their arms Asad suggested they shower. After taking their shower they went downstairs in search of food. While they were eating Asad made a phone call to the friend he had told Zoya about the night before. He gave him all the information and told his friend he would call that evening around seven to find out what he had managed to uncover. He gave his friend the address of where they were in case he didn't hear from them by seven that evening. They spent the rest of the day walking in the woods and even did some fishing in the lake at the back of the property.
"You clean and I'll fry," Zoya told him handing him the string of bluegills and sunfish they had caught.
Zoya rustled around in the fridge and cupboards for something to eat with the fish they had caught. She made them a fruit salad with the cans of fruit she had found in the cupboards and found some potatoes in the pantry that she baked. The phone rang promptly at seven. Zoya listened as Asad just made yes and no answers then she heard him say they would see him when he got there. After he had hung the phone up she asked him what his friend had said.
"It's not good news Zoya. He thinks he knows three people who are involved with what happened at the safe house. But he also said there are more people involved than what we thought. He said he has something for us to see and is on his way here. He was calling from his car and is going to stop along the way to exchange cars in case he has been followed."
Zoya had heard Asad tell the man to bring him some penicillin for his wound telling him that he didn't dare get an infection and become ill. Asad told her his friend should be there in less then an hour so they sat around quietly waiting. They heard the sound of the motorcycle and both of them jumped up moving to the back of the cabin in case they had to make a run for the woods. They moved outside and were hiding behind the huge wood pile when the cyclist stopped behind the house. When the rider had removed his helmet she heard Asad utter a huge sigh of relief. He told her it was his friend and they left their hiding place to go meet him.
"I couldn't take a chance on being followed so I stopped at a friends place. I parked the car in the garage and left the lights on in the house then snuck out the back door. I pushed the cycle almost a half mile through the woods before I started it up. I made the rest of the trip here staying in the woods as much as possible."
Asad led them back into the house where Zoya made some coffee for the three of them.
"I'm Asad's friend Rohan," he told Zoya offering her his hand.
He was a big man, not fat by no means, tall and muscular. He had to work out everyday for that body she was thinking to herself as she shook his hand.
"Zoya, Asad told me that you recognized one of the killers voices that killed the officers that were assigned to you is that correct?"
"Yes, but of the four men that I knew for sure that were there plus there might have been more that I didn't see or hear I didn't recognize their voices."
"I have some video that I managed to secretly get with audio that I want you to watch and see if you recognize anyone's voice or face's."
The first two men on the tape she hadn't recognized but the third man was the voice from the house who was one of the justice department men she had first met when she was being put in federal protective custody. She recognized two more men from the video, both from the justice department. When Rohan had left the building he had sat in his car in the parking lot with the video running, taking pictures of all the people coming and going in the building for the next hour.
"Oh my god that's my boss!"
One of the men coming from the building was her boss, a few minutes later she recognized two co-workers then two of her neighbors from her apartment building.
"That would be normal Zoya for them to question people who knew you and might have some idea of where you may have gone" Asad explained to her. She had glanced back at the video and yelled for Rohan to rewind the tape.
She had recognized another man who had left the building.
"I've seen that man before I'm positive." She sat staring at the face frozen on the screen until it came to her.
"He was there the day of the shooting! He was leaning on the side of the pharmacy building reading a paper. I had glanced at him as I was coming out of the pharmacy and I can remember seeing him folding the paper and tapping it against his leg glancing across the street before walking in the opposite direction."
"Shit! I was afraid of that. He is a DEA undercover officer. The feds knew a hit was put out on the judge but they haven't a clue how anyone could have found out the judge had been working undercover with the feds for months. I'd bet that this man is the reason the judge was found out."
"Rohan I have a feeling that the shooter isn't the person behind the hit on Zoya."
"Exactly what I was thinking when she recognized him. Hell Asad, it's the men working for the DEA that have the hit out on her and the only way we are going to be able to protect her is to find out just how many of them are involved and prove it."
"You mean the government is trying to kill me?" She asked shocked more than afraid.
"Yes. It sure looks like it's someone in the justice department and the DEA. Look, it's been a long day and I think we should get some sleep and try to work out a plan in the morning after we've had a good nights rest."
Asad hustled up an extra blanket and pillow for Rohan who was going to sleep on the couch. Asad had Zoya wrapped in his arms, holding her tightly, he kbew he would die to protect her. Asad knew he was falling in love with Zoya and that love could either protect her or be a part of her downfall. He would do whatever it took to keep her safe from harm including giving his life for her. He didn't make love to her that night telling her that they needed a good nights rest so they could all think clearly in the morning. Zoya was the first one up the next day. She made her way to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. She had found some bacon frozen in the freezer the night before and had set it in the fridge to thaw. She found some pancake mix and syrup in the cupboards and went about making pancakes for the three of them. She fried the bacon crisp then called the men to breakfast. Over breakfast they talked about the options they had.
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