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No, she started coming, moaning like the little tigress she was, her tight velvet glove contracting around me, which tipped me over the edge. I could feel myself thicken and I slowed way down, letting my climax surge through me in a blissful, throbbing rush. I moved languidly inside her, both of us coming simultaneously, something we seemed to do with ease. I was like a switch with her. Her gratification aroused me instantly, so when she climaxed, I did, too. Hard.
    I collapsed on top of her, my body blanketing her smooth back, her glorious ass. “Pearl, baby, what am I going to do? I just can’t keep away from you. I have to keep fucking you. Over and over. I just have to, I can’t stop.”
    The problem was that however much I tried to stay furious with her, I couldn’t. When I spun her around to face me, she had tears in her eyes. A look of love. A look that said, We are meant to be together, you and I. Please don’t hurt me.
    And I melted.
    The Russian flashed through my mind again. I couldn’t risk it. I knew his playboy reputation, his bulldozer mentality. I had to get Pearl out of New York City for a few days. Just in case he came sniffing about.
    Make her irrevocably mine.
    If any other man even thought of coming near her, I’d fucking flatten him.

PEARL
    I OPENED MY KITCHEN BACK DOOR, still wondering why the superintendent was bothering me by knocking so frantically instead of simply calling me on the landline.
    My mouth hung open when, what I saw standing before me, was none other than HIM. As if my fantasies had materialized with a magic wand. Was I dreaming? He looked sexier than ever, beads of faint sweat on his brow, his dark hair ruffled.
    “I came up the stairs,” Alexandre panted.
    “So I see.” I could hear the landline ringing away but ignored it.
    “That’ll be the doorman calling now to warn you that a rapist is trying to enter your apartment from the back door.” He was not smiling. Just standing there, legs astride in that suit. No, it was a different suit, a shade darker, smart, elegant. I could feel my knees wanting to buckle beneath me, but I took a deep breath and thrust my shoulders back. Daisy’s words were echoing in my ear: ‘Stay cool, calm and collected.’
    “Aren’t you going to invite me in?” His foot was now planted firmly against the door so I couldn’t close it on him. His tongue licked his upper lip for a split second. He ran his eyes up and down my body with a look of lust on his face. I could feel the familiar tingle in my groin.
    “I don’t know.”
    “Fuck it. I’ll invite myself in,” he said. Still no smile. He heaved himself forward, his body close to mine as I stepped backwards into the kitchen. His lips were centimeters from my face and he was breathing heavily. “I have to fuck you, Pearl.”
    Before I had time to answer, he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. Kissed me hard, his hands in my hair. Gone was the sensitive man with the kingfisher feather. He was all animal and seemed tremendously tall, like some sort of dark-haired Viking, but dressed in this chic, tailored suit. His tongue was licking my lips. He was hungry for me but seemed full of anger. He cupped my breasts and pulled my shirt off over my head. Forcing me. Forcing me to raise my arms, his fingers all over me, needy, stroking my navel, nibbling my nipples between his teeth. Then he sucked my breasts greedily and, shoving his hands up my skirt, pulled my thighs apart, palming me, pressing hard, then letting his middle finger slip inside me. I could hear myself moan, my decorum out the window.
    “You want to get fucked, Pearl? The way you fucked me over? Using me like some commodity to advance your career?” He had his thumb inside me now and was circling it. “Oh yes, Pearl, I can see you want to get fucked—really asking for it, aren’t you? So wet. So tender.”
    Sex Machine was thumping loud. Alexandre had unzipped my skirt, and I was standing in nothing but heels and