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eye.
Coco jerked upright, pulling up the top of her dress.
    “ Carina ¼ ”
moaned Marcello. His now-neglected cock was red and throbbing, gleaming from
her saliva.
    She looked for her shoes, patted the floor for her panties.
“I have to go.”
    She dashed past an openmouthed Madam Amanda without a word
and pushed out the door into the cool late-spring night.
    Alexi. Her target, watching her service three men like a
common whore. She had possibly blown the mission and definitely blown her own
Rule Number Two. Show no weakness.

Chapter Four
     
    Alexi Maksimov did not often have bouts of self-doubt and
when he did, he knew there was something seriously wrong. Confidence was his calling
card—he moved in a dangerous world, and without utter assurance, he would have
been devoured by the forces around him long ago. It wasn’t feigned confidence
either. Maybe when he was younger, yes, he had been less sure of himself. A
different set of responsibilities required it. But that was before ¼
    He pushed the memory out of his head. If he looked back, all
would become unraveled.
    So something was seriously wrong if he was trying to
convince himself that he had not broken his Rule Number One. She had come to
him the first time, that was what mattered. Following her to this crazy sex
club, it was not weakness. Call it curiosity. She had come after him, as he’d
suspected someone would. It was good to get to know your adversary, probe for
soft spots.
    But it seemed those other guys had found her soft spots
first—between her ripe, red lips, her ivory breasts, inside that sweet little
pussy. His cock swelled.
    “Are you gonna come in my mouth? I don’t do that,” said the
redhead kneeling before him.
    He glanced down. She had smallish brown eyes and her hair
was not as long or lush as that of his American adversary. So what? Why think
of her? He had allowed this skinny girl to pick him up in the coffee shop only
because he needed release, not because she had flaming-red hair and, if he
squinted, he could believe it was her generous mouth into which he
pumped his cock.
    That made two things he was trying to make himself believe,
thanks to this damn woman. He grabbed the girl by the back of her head and
forced himself deep into her throat, holding her tight against his balls.
    “ Sosi moi hui, shalava ,” he growled. “Suck my dick.
No talk.”
    She went back to working him, but rather listlessly, with
her eyes closed. Anyone who said there was no such thing as a bad blowjob was
wrong. He watched the top of her ginger head take his dick in over and over,
watched the lips slide up his shaft loosely. He was never going to come like
this.
    But thinking of her , splayed out on the dark velvet,
mouth and pussy open for violation, shoving her creamy white mounds together to
make a tight sheath for a hard dick. When she had locked eyes with the man,
silently begging him to fuck her tits, he had almost exploded right there.
Fuck, she was hot. What he could do with those breasts, that mouth, that
delicious little pussy that gave up its sweet juice so easily! Make her whimper
with mingled pleasure and pain as he inched it inside her, feel her clench
around him, fucking her until their screams shattered every window ¼
    With a wrench, he pulled out of the brown-eyed girl and
pumped his cock, spewing hot seed on her neck and the tops of her breasts.
    “What the hell was that?” she whined, mouth still open in
shock. “This is a new blouse.”
    His voice was low and dangerous. “Get out.”
    The lazy bitch raced for the door, shooting him a frightened
look on the way. But Alexi already had his pants back up and was striding
toward the kitchen to make a cup of tea.
    He lit a cigarette off the stove and glared. No samovars in
gray London, nothing to make a proper cup with. How he longed for the rugged
green mountains and rough forests of his own land. The sky had a paleness to
it, even in warm weather, and the winter snows lay a thick