The blue-robed woman was one of the leaders, and as her form crept closer I discovered her face was hidden behind a heavy, black veil. The other, eleg...ntly dressed, was wearing the red and blue of the guard. By the half crown resting on his brow, I assumed he was the Prince. I recognized one of the two followers, the fat Farim.I’d been trying to remember an ancient execution rite, practiced in the mountains north of Domaine, since last night. It was an excruciating way of murdering a man. It felt great to walk outside, listening to my heels clicking on the sidewalk and the feeling of my nylon-encased legs rubbing together under the tight dress was amazing. I felt liberated and wished that I could do this all the time, all the while knowing that being caught could be disastrous for my future. We got to his car without incident and he opened the door for me, waited for me to straighten my dress and closed the door. He put my bag in the trunk and got into the driver’s seat. I slid. I stretched my arms out in front of me to use the wall as support. He was pounding me now, and we were both groaning with the startling pleasure and a****l instinct it unleashed.My brain felt like small fireworks were exploding inside my synapses. Closing my eyes, I could have sworn I was seeing the sparks flying through my head. Holding my hands out to the wall for support I continued to push back into him with every thrust."You are so tight," he grunted out as he was pounding me "so . . .. When do we start?' Daniella turned to me. 'Yes, when do we start? I've been very patient.' I suppose Devon had to find out sometime that the girls were involved. He knew now.Daniella had been due her period around the time Cathy had insisted she be fitted with the implant. She'd had a very light one in the last few days, and, anyway, she'd tested negative when the doctor had carried out a pregnancy test on her the previous Monday. I thought about the logistics.'If your mother agrees, we could.