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Colette raised her cup, looking at Andrei over the rim. “None of you are good enough to catch me.”

Andrei laughed, a warm deep sound that sent a little thrill through her. If things were different, she’d ask him to scene with her. It would be intense and kinky, but not earth-shatteringly emotional.

Maybe that was what she needed. The emotional release of BDSM, without the emotional weight associated with Landon.

She tried to form the words, to ask Andrei to be her Dom tomorrow night. That would satisfy the arousal that still thrummed through her. She’d gotten a spanking and some anal play, but no orgasms, and she longed for that ultimate form of release.

Submitting to Andrei made sense…and the idea repulsed her. She’d taken his comfort, but there had been no skin to skin contact between them.

She didn’t want anyone but Landon to touch her intimately.

“Is BDSM sexual for you?” Andrei asked. “Or just power and bondage?”

“Sexual.”

“Did Landon let you come?”

Colette grimaced. “We didn’t get that far.”

“Climb on my lap with those legs spread and I’ll take care of you.” Andrei held up one hand, wiggling his fingers.

It was tempting, but the only fingers she wanted playing in her pussy were Landon’s. Colette shook her head.

Andrei tapped his palm against the table a few times, clearly thinking. “Then you need to fuck him,” he said.

Colette sat back, mock gasping. “I never thought of that.”

“I mean right now. You need to fuck him quick and simple.”

There were a thousand reasons she couldn’t. Shouldn’t. And yet…

“I told him to never touch me again,” she said slowly.

“Then you touch him.”

Colette looked and Andrei, who smiled a wicked grin. The devil prompting her to abandon sense and do the depraved, audacious thing.

“I’ll need cuffs and straps,” she said slowly.

Andrei stood. “Come with me.”

TWENTY-THREE

Landon lay still as the door opened. He wasn’t sure what had woken him. There was no noise from Colette’s room, and though there was silvery light filtering in through the window it wasn’t bright enough to wake him.

Whatever it was that had roused him, he was awake to hear the faint sound of the door opened. Colette was shockingly silent, and only the prickling sensation on the back of his neck let him know she’d crossed the room and was standing beside the bed.

Slowly, he rolled to his side, coming up on his elbow to look at her.

She was backlit by the cloud-filtered dawn light, the simple yet elegant night dress she wore thin enough that even with the weak light he could see the outline of her legs through the skirt.

Her nipples were hard points pressing against the fabric, and asshole that he was, the sight made his cock twitch.

Her hair was pulled back, and her neck looked naked.

“I meant what I said.” Her voice was soft and low. “I don’t want you to touch me.”

He sat all the way up. “Colette, I’m sor?—”