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rticular？'
'As a matter of fact； I did；' Sabat spoke slowly； his words seeming to vibrate on Lola's brain； soothing like soft background music after a few gins。 'I wanted him to acpany me down to Wiltshire。 It's very important； in fact his deal with the Church over this proposed tract of building land hinges on it！'
She nodded slowly。 His voice； she could have sat there and listened to it all night。 Perhaps she would； she hoped he wasn't in a hurry to leave。 If only she could think of some way of detaining him； only her brain did not seem to be functioning very well。 She smiled vacantly； aware that the top two buttons of her blouse were undone and his eyes were fixed on her cleavage。 Then they came back up to meet her own。
'I'm sure we could all go down to Wiltshire tomorrow night；' soothing tones； manding。 'You could e down with Darren； couldn't you？'
'Yes；' she was eager； her heartbeat speeding up； but her voice sounded so lazy。 'Do we really have to take Darren； though？ Couldn't just you and I go； Sabat？'
'No； I'm afraid not；' he shook his head slowly； never for one moment allowing his penetrating gaze to waver from hers。 'Darren must e。 I'm relying on you to see that he does。 Do you understand； Darren must e？'
'l 。 。 。 understand；' she wanted to yawn； his words repeating themselves inside her brain。 'Darren must e 。 。 。 Darren must e 。 。 。 must e'。
'Good；' he said。 'I knew I could rely on you。 I will give you more detailed instructions before I leave and you will impress upon Darren that it is vital he acpanies you because Bishop Boyce will be there also； and if the two of them do not meet then there is every chance that the St Monica's deal will fall through。 Do 。 。 。 you 。 。 。 understand？'
'Yes。' Somehow she would get Darren down to Wiltshire； not because of the deal but because Sabat had manded her to do so。 And because Sabat would be there too。
'Good；' he had taken a small silver crucifix from the pocket of his corduroy jacket； was dangling the frail chain between his fingers； allowing it to swing from side to side under its own momentum； the light flashing on it； scintillating。 Backwards 。 。 。 forwards 。 。 。 backwards 。 。 。 forwards。 。 。 。
Lola felt the desire for sleep but her eyes would not close。 She found her gaze following every movement of that tiny cross。
'You haven't shown me the upstairs yet；' Sabat was smiling。 'Perhaps you would like to take me on a conducted tour。'
She stood up immediately。 Her legs still felt shaky but she knew that she must do as this man had manded。 She turned； could still feel his eyes boring into her； and in her mind she again saw that crucifix going to and fro。 。 。to and fro 。。。 to and fro。 。 。 。
Sabat was aware of the pelling urge inside him as he followed Lola up the stairs。 Her tightly fitting clothes showed off her shapely body； those buttocks still wiggled alluringly。 This was one time he expected to hear Quentin； a deep throaty lusting laugh； but his brother's soul was silent。 For once Mark Sabat was in plete control。 Quentin would not interfere against the Oke Priests。 Also； had not Sabat challenged the might of the Hirschlanden Warrior of L'lmpernal； an evil arch…druid from ancient Rome who had once ruled by terror with his Cult of the Severed Head？ And Sabat had survived。 His stars； his guardians； were on his side。 Tonight he was very powerful。 And they knew it！
Lola did as she had been manded； taking her visitor on a tour of every room。 The bathroom and shower…room； spare bedrooms； finally the nuptial chamber itself； Lola's new domain now that Marion was no more。
'Excellent；' Sabat fixed her with his gaze again。 'Now I think that you and I might indulge in some pleasure。'
Eagerly her trembling fingers were beginning to unbutton her clothing； a sudden haste as she bared her body for him； a stripper determined to show herself off to her best advantage； turning one way； then the other； lifting her breasts； balancing them in cupped hands。 One leg raised； then the other。 Smiling at his nod of approval； throwing herself back on the bed； splaying her legs then drawing them up； almost feeling the burning heat of his dark eyes sizzling on the soft moistness between her thighs。
Sabat undressed slowly； never for one moment taking his eyes off her； then advanced towards her like a hunting beast that has finally cornered its prey； one hundred and eighty pounds of sheer muscle； quivering at the prospect of the pleasures that awaited him。
For Lola it was an experience akin to drowning； albeit a pleasant feeling； swamped by this dark…haired man who fell on her ravenously yet was so sensuous in everything he did。 His kisses； wherever they were planted； seemed to burn her； his caressing fingertips icy to her hot； fevered flesh。 Mute mands； she knew what was expected of her； that she was subservient to him even when she was astride him； her eyes constantly going back to his； afraid that she might not be pleasing him。
Sabat was powerful and never relented his efforts； one orgasm being the springboard for the next。 Now she was kneeling； head bowed so that her long hair fell over the side of the bed almost brushing the carpet； his thrusts from behind so powerful that once she almost fell forward and would have sprawled on the floor had his arms not encircled her waist and held her。
Still eager to please even when she could climax no more； her spirit willing； her flesh spent。 Even so it was a disappointment when finally Sabat came off her and lay back with a loud sigh of satisfaction。 Exhausted as she was she would happily have lain there and taken what he had to offer all night。
'You are very good； Lola；' rich tones of praise that brought an excited gleam to her blue eyes。 'Very； very good。 I only wish that it was possible for me to stay here with you all night。'
Disappointment which she was unable to voice because Sabat's decisions were final； not to be queried。 Her expression changed； sadness； loneliness。
'However； we shall meet again soon；' he leaned across her； began retrieving his cast…off clothing。 'Now； you have not forgotten what you must do； have you？'
'I have not forgotten；' she stared directly up at the ceiling； a recitation as though she had learned the words off by heart in order to repeat when requested to do so。 'I must e down to Wiltshire tomorrow night and bring Darren with me。 It is vital because Bishop Boyce will be there and unless Darren es the deal might fall through。 Darren must e。 You will give me details。'
'Indeed I shall； and you must listen carefully。 There is a place on Salisbury Plain known as Stonehenge； and it is to be there where you must proceed； parking your car some distance away and going on foot the rest of the way。 In all probability I shall already be there with Bishop Boyce。 You must arrive by midnight； no later。 Allow yourself plenty of time in case of mishaps for it is vital that you are prompt。 Do not fail me； Lola。 Now repeat what I have told you。'
Almost word for word she re