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apparently now in a better mood of sorts, immeasurably better. He could tell by the bulge in his shorts. Pascal watched him slip his fingers into hers quietly, then gaze at her for a moment with a knowing smile. It was small, unseen to most others he was sure, only a twitch of his mouth, but they could all feel the connotation in it. Let me fuck you. Let me bury myself inside you and make us whole again. She stiffened a little at his unspoken question, but kept her eyes fixed on him as only she could without reprimand. Beautiful, soulful eyes, asking him who he would be, whether he would hurt her or not. He would, but he would not cause damage, for now.
    “Go,” he snarled at them both. Hesitation was not necessary, and needed removing from the three of them. “Fuck, do, suck, lick, bite. Remind yourselves.” Before he did it for them! Patience was not a virtue that enamoured him much, and this confusion over who owned whom and when he could fuck or not was beyond rational. He could fuck whom he liked, but was to yield when told? A month was too long to yield with no fucking, much as he might have loved the bastard.
    Alexander smirked without removing his eyes from her. He knew very well the discomfort he was causing, and probably enjoyed the prospect of Pascal’s continued punishment. All this denial was undoubtedly because he’d hit him with that spreader bar to save her. Whether that was his job or not, Alexander had not been overly impressed with the only option he’d had at the time. None of them were strong enough to fight him when needed. The beast was quite untameable in its limitless potential. Glorious really.
    Alexander and Elizabeth walked away together towards the cabin, so he gripped the wheel tighter, almost to the point of ripping the fucking thing off its hinges. He supposed he could amuse himself up here. Maybe he could just get that out of the way. It would do until he reached New York where Ruebin would be waiting for him. Preferably with two more unwilling participants. Emanuelle, perhaps. Hmm. Alexander’s head turned back to him. No words were uttered, just another sadistic smirk as his fingers flicked along her overly tempting spine.
    You will not.
    Marvellous. Fucking man.
     
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    Can we actually see some of New York while we’re here?” Elizabeth asked as she purred on Alexander’s lap. It seemed she did need fucking, several times in fact, as did he. The result was a far more manageable Alexander and a far less tetchy English rose who had not yet left his side. Whether that was out of choice or not was debatable.
    “I have phone calls to make, a thief of a sister to track down and an office to visit. Other than that, we can see anything you like,” he replied, stroking her hair and twirling a lock of it around his finger. “How long will you need, Pascal?” A month of fucking anything that moved, two days to sort the deal out, and then another three days of beating something. Anything. Maybe her if she kept taunting him with her little mewls and whimpers of need.
    “Somewhere in the region of two weeks,” he snapped, glaring at her opening thighs as she ran her fingers across her own skin. This teasing was not comical anymore. It had been happening since they first fucked in that cabin the other day, and then on the fucking deck in front of him, then again on the plane. This car needed to get to his club so he could answer the call of nature, directly.
    “Two weeks to deal with Jon? What do you intend to do with him?” Fuck him too, preferably. Not that he would oblige.
    “It is a difficult negotiation, one I will have to tread around carefully. The shipment is…” Elizabeth sucked on her finger and ran it across the fabric of her dress at her crotch, tempting him. Enough was enough. “If she is going to continue to rile me, I will not be held responsible for my actions. This is beyond intolerable now. Why are you allowing this?” The bastard chuckled and let his hand join