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“You’re…rich?” Landon said after a moment.

“It would be rather sad if I wasn’t, don’t you think?”

“You could have hired a good hit man for a fraction of this.” Andrei pointed at the phone. “I would have done it for a tenth of this.”

“Thank you?” Colette laughed, and Landon who was still processing this information smiled slightly at the sound. “I did consider hiring protection, one of those expensive personal protection security firms, but for how long? What would my life become?”

The hold music clicked off.

“Ms. Beaumont.” Novak no long sounded calm and composed. There was frustration in his voice. “While I feel it is a missed opportunity, the idea I previously mentioned is no longer an option.”

Colette relaxed against Landon.

“In order to move forward with the investigation, I need you to come in and look at some photos,” Novak said.

“London offices?” Landon asked.

“Yes.”

“We’ll be there in an hour.”

“Not now,” Novak countered. “This afternoon. Five o’clock.”

Landon frowned, but said, “Very well. We’ll be there. Please make sure protective protocols are in place.”

“Yes,” Novak snapped, then ended the call.

Colette released a long, slow breath and stood. “That was…”

Landon stood too, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “We both need a cup of tea.”

Andrei turned. “I’ll boil the kettle.”

THIRTY-TWO

“She’s going to run.” Andrei said, voice tinny in Landon’s ear.

“She doesn’t feel safe,” Rolf agreed, his voice also coming though Landon’s earpiece.

Landon jammed the heels of his hands against his eyes. It was two o’clock. They had several hours before they had to leave to make their way into London.

And every instinct was screaming at him that Colette was about to do something stupid and dangerous. He’d quietly asked Rolf and Andrei to help him keep an eye out for the next little while, and the fact that they both thought she was going to run, and wouldn’t shut the fuck up about it, had frustration and fear roiling through him.

She’d been quiet after the phone call, drinking her tea and then disappearing into her room. He’d stayed in his room to work, using the straight-backed chair from her room as a desk, hunching over to type.

When she’d opened the connecting door wearing nothing but sheer lace, he’d snapped the computer closed.

They’d had frantic dirty sex, her pussy, ass, and tits all getting the spanks she begged for. Halfway through she’d asked him to fuck her against the wall. He’d been more than happy to oblige, hiking her up and pinning her in place as he fucked her hard and fast.

Then she’d slid to her knees at his feet, wordlessly asking for more.

He’d put a collar on her.

It had felt so fucking right, and she’d looked so good with the simple black collar. He considered what he wanted for the custom collar he was going to have made for her as he tied her arms above her head with a rope looped over the slats of the canopy while she knelt on the mattress. He spent a good amount of time playing with her breasts, which now bore faint teeth prints and bruise-colored love bites. When he’d fingered her to orgasm, he thought she was done, but she’d once again asked for more.

He took her to a playroom and bent her over a padded table, binding her in place with her legs spread so he could play with her ass. He used larger and larger plugs until she was ready for his cock. Both of them came hard and quickly once he started fucking her rear entrance.

After that, he took her in the shower, thinking that would be aftercare, but her quiet yet frantic need was still there. He used the massage settings on the hand wand to make her come again by aiming the pulsing water directly on her clit.