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“I don’t think I’m going to last that long.”

Bending over her, I grab a fistful of the chocolate curls, hauling her head back and biting down on her earlobe. “You better. If you come before I tell you that you can, I’m going to spend the next year edging you and never giving you the release you crave.

Panic flashes in her eyes as she shifts her hips backward, trying to make me move though I’m not ready to give her what she wants yet.

Instead, I keep her head pulled back and loop one arm around her hips. My fingers press against her clit through the thin material. I slap it, smirking when she yelps.

“You like it when I’m rough with you, don’t you?” My voice is raspy. I flip my tongue against the shell of her ear, rolling my hips and grinding my cock harder against her pulsing walls.

Pearl gasps, pushing back onto me again. “Please. I need you.”

Docile Pearl is a version of her personality that I find impossible to resist.

At her begging, I pull back and slam into her over and over, I feel like a man possessed as her tight little core milks my cock.

“Oh God, let me come, Maxim.” She cries out in desperation.

“So greedy, come for me, come hard, baby.”

Her legs start to shake, pussy clamping around me. Her hands curl into claws, reaching for anything that she can to hold onto as she comes. Her arousal coats me, sending me over the edge of an orgasm. I pound into her, rolling my hips and pinching her clit, loving the way she suctions around me as I empty myself into her.

When I pull out, she’s dripping cum down the inside of her thighs. It’s sexy as sin and I have no intention of being done with her yet.

I smack her ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind. “Get your ass upstairs. I’m not done negotiating with you yet.”

Lust burns like an inferno in her gaze as she abandons the rest of her clothing and races out of the room, the hunt is on.

Chapter 18 - Pearl

I haven’t heard from Nicolo since sending him the evidence that Antonio is the one acting as a mole for the Russians. There’s a worry that he’s quiet because he’s about to go off the rails and do something stupid. He is usually cold and calculated, waiting for the perfect moment to strike against his enemies. In other instances, he acts without thinking, letting his anger get the better of him.

I’m hoping that now is one of the times he’s thinking.

Instead of driving myself crazy wondering what's going on, I slide out of bed and head to the dresser on the other side of the room. Kneeling on the carpet, I open the little support piece at the bottom of the dresser, a false front where I've got my burner phone and some other things stashed away.

I shuffle past the fake identity, searching for the phone, my heart racing. My hand doesn't land on it immediately which leaves my chest tightening, wondering if perhaps Maxim has been searching through my room.

I wouldn't put it past him. It's been a week since we got married and the only thing, we seem to manage between the two of us is sex. Anytime we try and talk it ends in an argument or somebody walking away pissed off at the other one.

So, we come back together, losing ourselves in each other's bodies that we seem to make sense. Trying to put that together with the man I'm here to kill, is hard.

Laying flat on the floor, I dig deeper into the hiding spot I've created, fingers brushing against what I can only assume is a cobweb before I finally land on the phone in the corner.

Sitting back on my heels, I dial Nicolo’s number, waiting as the call rings.

Just before it goes to voicemail the call connects and he clears his throat. “I thought I told you not to call me unless it was an emergency. You can't risk getting caught.”

“I'm not but I need to talk to you. Did you get my messages about Antonio? You saw those pictures?”

“I did.” There's a sound in the background that sounds something similar to fists hitting flesh. “And you know, the interesting thing was that I never would have suspected him. He's done his job well over the last couple of years. He's blended in with our men. He's been at every meeting. Vital information has never been leaked.”

“Does he know about me? Have I been compromised?”

I keep my voice low in case anybody is lurking in the hall. Laura tends to leave me alone during the day unless I seek her out there. Other employees still come and go from the house with regularity The last thing I need is one of the bodyguards that patrols every hour walking by and then reporting my conversation to Maxim.

“No, I don't think so. The only people who know about the plan are me and you, and though I was due to tell Antonio next week where you were and what you're doing for me, I didn't.”

I breath a sigh of relief, knowing that I got the information to him in time.

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