Makar’s face hardens, but Xena’s expression brightens. Right there is my answer. “Jealous?” sheasks.
"Hardly. I'd rather cut my d**k off than let it anywhere near you."
Slowly, Xena's smile drains away. Her dark painted lips twist into a frown. "I think it's time to see ifyou're a man of your word, Nikolai."
I snort. "Are you gonna say I have to f**k you or cut my own d**k off?"
"You're not so far off," she says. "I'll give you a choice: f**k me right here, right now, and I'll let youleave with your bride. Say no, and… well, I’ll let you fill in the blanks."
Belle snaps her attention back to Xena, absolute murder in her eyes. If Makar wasn’t holding herback, I think Xena would have her hands full fending off Belle.
I bark out a laugh. “God, you’re despera
