Chapter Nine
Things quickly go downhill from there. I am no longer starving, but I give up studying for the bar because I’ve lost the ability to concentrate and lyrics, sensuous and needy, are the only thing that come out of my pen when I try to take notes. Being cooped up in Zahir’s concubine room only makes it worse. The satin sheets are t*****e against my skin and the bath’s undulating water laps cruelly at my n***d core. Almost like a tongue…but not nearly enough.
I tell Nabida to stop the mid-afternoon tea, because just the smell of food sets my p***y to clenching uncontrollably. And soon after I have to tell Raima not to pat me dry when I get out of the bath for fear of what my livewire body might do.
I’m still tracking the days until I can call Holt, but the hours of those days s
