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She took another half an inch of him inside her mouth while
continuing her slight caress. Her other hand began moving up and down his
shaft. As her mouth filled, her hand came up to meet each suck. She applied
more suction and pulled him in deeper. She slid her tongue up the vein, which
bulged and pumped more blood to his cock.

Between her hands and her cunning mouth, he was in rapture.
She sucked and licked, tickled and pulled until his body shook with the need to
come.

Kane stepped back and gripped her arms, lifting her to her
feet. He practically dragged her to the arm of the couch.

She giggled as he pushed her to sit on the soft expensive
material. He knelt between her legs. Her head cocked to one side in question.
He spread her legs and licked from her soaking-wet pussy to her clit.

Lena screamed and gripped his hair to the point of pain. Not
caring, he continued to lick her over and over again. She screamed again as he
sucked her clit into his mouth and rubbed his tongue over the tight bud.
Sliding two fingers inside her slit and pressing, he had her gasping and crying
out unintelligible things.

When she came, she stood, pressing his face hard against her
core. Her pussy pulsed and gushed sweet juices. Kane lapped up every last drop
before standing up. He picked her up as if she was a little girl and carried
her to the king-size bed in the next room.

His cock ached. He’d nearly come when she did. Everything
about her turned him on. The way she cried his name and other words he couldn’t
quite make out. The way her eyes squeezed shut when she came. All of it made
him want her more. The fact that she’d stopped fucking him so she could suck
his cock was an added bonus. Once he was outside her perfect pussy, he couldn’t
resist sucking her off.

She’d wanted to have him come in her mouth, but wouldn’t
have given up the orgasm on the couch for anything. Kane knew just how to touch
her. His mouth was heaven. She knew he’d forgotten to put a condom on earlier,
but she didn’t care. The thought of Kane’s child growing inside her filled her
with joy beyond anything she’d ever known. She’d made sure she never conceived
when she was married to Oscar. Any child from that abominable marriage could
only come to harm. She wanted children, but wished for them to have a loving
home, the way she’d had.

Kane put her on the soft mattress and started to walk to the
living room. He likely had a condom in his jeans.

“Don’t,” she said.

He stopped and turned back toward her. “What are you
saying?”

“We should start what we saw in the vision.”

The noise that came out of his mouth could only be described
as a growl. She smiled and backed up onto the wide mattress. He crawled between
her legs as if he were a lion on the prowl.

Lena backed up faster, turned over onto her stomach and
lifted her hips to him. She looked back over her shoulder and saw his eyes were
dark with passion. Grabbing a pillow, she stuck it under her hips in order to
lift them higher. His hands were on her and she felt his hard cock teasing her
pussy.

As the head slid inside her, a sigh pushed from her lips. He
pulled back out. For a second, she assumed he’d had second thoughts. She looked
back and his eyes were lowered, watching where their bodies came together. In
one slow, steady thrust, he filled her.

She gripped the bedding and screamed as he stretched her to
her limit. Her core pulsed around his hard shaft, demanding more. He gripped
her hips hard and set a rhythm. Slow at first, he reared back and filled her
over and over again. Her body was on fire. A slick film of sweat beaded up on
her skin as she pressed back with equal desire. Her body hummed and her
pleasure built until it was near pain.

As Kane increased the speed of their fucking, he also
increased the thrust. He slammed inside her and each piston-like action brought
her higher and forced another cry from her lips.

He pumped faster and she reached down between her legs and
rubbed her clit hard and fast. Her orgasm lingered at the precipice. Kane
groaned deep in his throat and thrust again. Lena rubbed the sensitive bud
harder and faster until she felt the pressure snap. Her orgasm burst, sending
rapture to every nerve, and she came hard and long. He thrust forward again and
again. Her ecstasy continued and the scream hardly sounded as if it had come
from her.

He came, filling her, and the sensation peaked one last
time. She stilled and let the pleasure flow over her in waves until it leveled
out and only satisfaction remained.

Kane slid away and collapsed on the bed. Lena rolled over
until she was pressed alongside him. “I’m sorry I almost ruined the night.”

He kissed the top of her head. “It’s all fine. You freaked
out a little. It’s to be expected. We probably should have had a talk before.”

“I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to do it.”

“Let’s just make sure we have a lifetime to find out.” He
maneuvered them so he could pull the covers out from under them and slide them
both under the soft cotton duvet. He turned and switched off the light by the
bed before rolling so they were spooned and his hand rested possessively on her
hip.

Lena wiggled back, fitting her ass perfectly into the
juncture of his thigh and hip. She would go to jail in the morning. She would
likely have to face Oscar shortly after that. She should have been worried. Her
mind should have been reeling with the possibilities of failure and what it
would mean. None of those things seemed important as Kane’s even breathing
lulled her to sleep.

* * * * *

If the agent guarding the hotel room had noticed anything
unusual the night before, he gave no indication as he escorted them to where Lena
would be incarcerated until her trial in two days.

Lena’s stomach was in shreds, but she kept her head high.

“How are you holding up?” Kane whispered in her ear as they
walked down a long gray hall toward the cells.

“I’ve been better,” she admitted.

He took her hand and squeezed. “Hang in there.”

She nodded. When they reached a set of steel doors, Kane had
to leave her. He hugged her quickly and turned away. She continued on with an
agent and a guard until they came to an empty cell. Neither of them said a word
to her when they closed the door.

The guard spoke into a walkie-talkie. “Lock ten.” The
electronic lock clicked into place.

Lena sat down on the edge of the cot. She spent the entire
day pacing or sitting on the cot. Basically, she waited.

Some hours later, a different guard arrived at the door.
“You have a visitor.”

Lena stopped breathing. She nodded and got up from the cot.
The guard took her down the same hall she’d come through and brought her to a
gray door with a small window that was too high for her to see through.

When he opened the door, he said, “You have fifteen
minutes.”

She’d expected to see Oscar. When Kane, Joshua and her
grandmother’s smiling faces stared back at her, she rushed forward into the old
woman’s waiting arms.

Her grandmother pulled away first and took her hand. The
cool, smooth surface of the Stones of Adeline pressed into her palm. Lena
closed her hand around her birthright and looked at her grandmother.

She sat down at the table. “Gran, did Kane explain what’s
happening here?”

Rose looked toward the door. The guard’s head could be
viewed through the window. She sat down and nodded. “You’re going to have to
learn something new.”

When Lena was a teen, she had once seen her grandmother
manipulate the stones to show a lie. The woman who had come for answers had
been widowed and wanted solace. The stones wouldn’t have given the woman her
peace. She and her grandmother saw a vision of the widow committing suicide.
Gran had shown the woman a vision of a tall, older man walking into a light
with smiling faces greeting him. The vision was false. The stones didn’t work
that way. But the woman smiled as she left and was still alive.

When she had asked about the trick, Rose had said the stones
should only be used in this way if the need was great. She had never talked of
the incident again.

“How?” Lena asked.

Rose leaned forward and so did Lena. “See it and push it
forward. You’ll have to practice, but your mind is strong. You can do this
easily.”

“Won’t he know?”

Her grandmother’s slim shoulders rose and fell. “Diviners
only sense magic, the source and the strength. The stones will be the most
powerful thing in the room. All he will sense is their power. You are the
transmitter, even when the stones read true. He won’t be able to tell the
difference.”

“Okay.” She said it with more confidence than she felt.

They spent the rest of the time speaking of nothing
important other than the fact that the Flacks were safe and how Joshua had
protected them all. By the end, Lena had the impression Gran had a bit of a
crush on the young agent. Joshua said nothing. He showed almost no expression,
only stood against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest and watched
everything. It was obvious he felt responsible for her grandmother. She would have
to find a way to repay him someday.

The time was nearly up. Lena hugged Rose tightly.

“You’ll do fine,” Rose said. She kissed her cheek.

Kane kissed her full on the mouth and hugged her so tightly,
she thought he might never let go. When he did release her, she could see the
fear in his eyes. Something she’d not really seen before, even when they were
in mortal danger, though she imagined he had a similar look when Banta was in
her head.

She turned to Joshua and hugged him. He patted her back
tentatively. Kane laughed.

“I owe you,” she said. She broke the hug and looked up into
the bewildered face of Kane’s brother.

He smiled at that. “You’ll have plenty of time to make it up
to me. A home-cooked meal now and then would do the trick.”

Lena nodded and took a deep breath. Then she turned and
knocked on the door. The guard opened it immediately and he returned her to her
cell.

When night came, she could only tell because the prison
lights went out. She began to practice, as her grandmother had suggested. Over and
over, she thought of what she wanted Oscar to see in the vision. Over and over,
she failed and the stones showed her different aspects of her own life. She’d
never again seen the vision of herself in a body bag. Perhaps they had gone
past the moment in time when that would have happened. Maybe she was no longer
in mortal danger. She couldn’t be sure without asking the stones directly. She
didn’t want to risk knowing the answer and having it alter her actions or
distract her from her goals.

She tried to wipe it from her mind and concentrate on her
job. After several hours, she lay down and closed her eyes, but every time she
dozed off, she would see the faces of Oscar or Banta and come awake again. The
block Kane had put up was all but gone.

By morning, she was worn out both physically and mentally.
She ate the plate of food that was brought to her. Since she was in protective
custody, she was not brought out into the general population of the prison.

She had no idea how much time had passed when a guard came
and informed her, she had a visitor.

Oscar was dressed in one of his expensive business suits.
One side of his face was badly bruised and swollen. She could see the panic in
his eyes. He’d come alone and Oscar Thorn always moved with an entourage.

“How did you get in here? You’re not supposed to be able to
see me.” She tried to look and sound surprised, though she’d known he would
bribe or blackmail whomever he needed to in order to see her.

He smiled. “You should know by now, Lena, I can do as I
please. Money will always win out.”

She sat down at the table and glanced at the window in the
door. She saw no sign of the guard. Her heart raced. “What do you want?”

“I heard the old woman came to see you yesterday.”

“You mean my grandmother?”

“Did she bring you the stones?”

“Why should I tell you?”

He leaned forward and his expression showed desperation,
anger and pure hate. “I don’t want to kill you, Lena, but I will and then I
will hunt down that old bitch and kill her too. When I’m done torturing and
killing your only family, I’m going to go after the piece of shit you’ve been
whoring yourself out to.”

She leaned back in the chair. “Oscar, you really know how to
make a girl want to help you. Such a smooth talker.”

His hand moved so fast she didn’t have time to duck before
he’d slapped her across the cheek. The crack of his palm against flesh should
have brought the guard in, but when she looked at the window, he was still
missing from his post. The slap had pushed her half out of the chair, so she
straightened. “What do you want?”

“I have a deal with some very big investors. I’ve promised
them the stock price on several companies would plummet and then soar in the
next two days. I need to see what John Porter is doing right now. I need to
know if he’s going to buy into Cross Lending.”

Lena had always liked John. She knew he was a crook, but
he’d always been so nice to her. She didn’t know how he’d gotten on Oscar’s
wrong side and she didn’t know if what she was about to do would hurt him or
help him. “Cross Lending, aren’t they the three brothers who came to the house
and refused to do business with you?”

His grin was made all the more sinister by the distortion
the swelling caused. “That’s an added bonus. I get to destroy them and make a
boatload of money. I have to have these answers. The people I’m dealing with
don’t like it if you give them bad information and it costs them millions of
dollars.”

“What are you going to do for me?”

His face reddened. “You little bitch. I’m going to not kill
you and all the people you love.”

She smiled and shook her head. “Not good enough. You see,
Oscar, I don’t think you have the balls anymore to get it done. Gran is
protected by an expert and Kane can take care of himself. I don’t really care
what you do to me, since you’ve ruined my life already.”

“I could kill you right now and get away with it,” he
boasted.

“I doubt that very much. Even you don’t have the juice to
kill someone in prison and walk. I know where all the bodies are buried, Oscar.
I know everything you did for those two years. Make me a deal that doesn’t
include killing me.”

She could hear his teeth grinding as he recalled all the
crimes he’d committed in the years they were married. “You know nothing.”

“Back side of the tool shed, under the shrubs. On the
property in upstate New York by the old hunting cabin. Two more at the
Cambridge house by the rosebushes out in the west garden. Senator Brockman’s
wife and the little girl he was involved with. Marianne Collins, the rich widow
you blackmailed to give you information about the sale of her dead husband’s
company. Shall I go on, or do you get the picture?”

His face paled, making the bruise stand out even more. “How
can you know all of that?”

She smiled and shrugged. “I was your wife. I lived in the
house. You just assumed I was deaf, blind and stupid.”

“What do you want?”

“Drop the charges against me. Leave me and my family alone.”

“That’s it?”

“Not much to ask for your life, is it?” Her smile felt as
fake as it likely looked. She would have given almost anything to jump across
the metal table and blacken the other side of his face. She resisted. It would
be better to destroy him completely.