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TWO DAYS LATER Mark told Kate there was nothing wrong with either the financial or moral conduct of Pharescault. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked. Mark looked at her. ‘You sound almost disappointed.’ She was. She had spent a lot of time thinking about Nero since his visit to the Mayfair flat —and the one thing her thoughts always came back to was that she didn’t trust the man. Not one little bit. She enjoyed his body, she even revelled in it. But his mind was a different matter. And she was now positive that, despite his protestations, it was uppermost in that mind that he now held sway over her. He had the power to wreck her career and she had no doubt that he would use that power if he saw fit. To illustrate that, he had left her no money. It was his way of demonstrating that he didn’t owe her — he owned her. Kate looked blankly at Mark. She was disappointed, she thought. If she had been able to find damaging information about Nero his hold over her would be destroyed. She, instead, c
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She did. Over drinks in the drawing room, she made a special effort to please Nero. Soon she forgot she was making an effort. When Nero wanted to be nice, he was charm itself. When he was in a good mood, he no longer looked depraved, the hard lines on his face became character lines and Kate, despite her better judgement, found herself being drawn to him all over again. This man, she thought, may well be the devil personified but he’s an angel in bed. His words are sometimes rough, but his caresses are tender. He may be using me but he can also make me feel needed and wanted. As she fell gradually under his spell she found it more and more difficult to remember that she was acting a part. She would probably never understand Nero and his motives, but she reckoned she now had the measure of Georges and Elodie. They were sex-crazed. They thought she, Kate, was a ‘true voluptuary’, but she knew she had nothing on them. As another bottle of champagne was opened and consumed, she also foun
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‘No ...” she moaned. ‘No, Elodie ... don’t do this ... don’t do this to me. Please. I can’t stand it...“ But Elodie carried on, greedily and voraciously lapping and probing at the burning channel of Kate’s sex. Now she was at her clitoris, teasing the rigid, straining bud, nibbling at it with impossible gentleness. Kate wriggled beneath her, madly excited yet deeply frustrated. Again she wanted to reciprocate, to rouse herself from the groaning passivity of her position. And again Elodie understood. She raised her head from Kate’s swollen, streaming, sex and, more aggressively this time, pressed her entire body against Kate’s. Their mouths met again, mingling together and creating juices to make a strong, powerful female nectar of unparalleled sweetness. Their breasts meshed together, softness seeming to multiply against softness until their nipples touched and a. sharp, electric jolt passed between them. And further down, Kate experienced a new sensation that eclipsed anything she had
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KATE WANTED TO die. She hoped that she might actually be dead and that her liberated soul was looking down on her lifeless body in sad contemplation of its ruination. Except her body wasn’t ruined. It was washed, scrubbed and refreshed by what little sleep she had been able to summon. And now, like an automaton, it was heading towards the City, taking her to work as it had done on countless previous occasions. It was her soul that was ruined, she thought. The little, vital part of her that dictated her self-esteem and her raison a’étre. As she trudged along the concourse towards the offices of Courtenay de Witt, she realised that she now knew she had only one specifically defined reason for existing. She existed not as a person but as a gap surrounded by nothingness and to be filled by everything. That was, she supposed, what she must always have wanted. It had taken her so long to get there because she had let her intellect interfere, had let herself pretend that she had a brain to
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SHE WAS READY when the doorbell rang. Ready and waiting. She had spent the last hour in the Mayfair flat, finalising her plans, preparing to do to Nero what he had done to her. She smiled at the prospect. Thanks to the man from the opera, the prospect looked a great deal more attractive than it had earlier in the day. She had been right to suspect that Nero would be devious in every area of his life; right in her supposition that he would cover his tracks in everything he did. But now she had uncovered them. Now she was the huntress and he was her prey. She held all the cards. Once again, she had the power. She smiled as she answered the door. So did Nero. She was charming to him as she ushered him inside and offered him a drink. He was polite to her. They chatted, made small talk. She could tell from the expression in his eyes that he was enjoying toying with her. She hoped he couldn’t read the expression in her eyes. He was playing a waiting game. So was she. He broke first. ‘You
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Ten minutes later she decided she no longer had any need to be quiet. And Nero, she reflected gleefully, was about to have a very loud and rude awakening. She smiled and lifted the whip. It came down gently but right on target — right across the middle of Nero’s back. She saw his body flinch as his brain was snatched out of sleep to send messages screaming all over his body. The message that reached his mouth was loudest. Kate had never heard a man cry out with such force. It was a bellow of rage more than agony. Nero didn’t know what was happening to him. She hit him again, this time with even less force. The thought of what she could do with the instrument was far more pleasurable than any actual pain she inflicted. She didn’t want to hurt his body. She wanted to hurt his mind. Nero tried to escape. Kate saw his legs strain and his arms try desperately to give some sort of protection to his exposed back. Yet it was impossible. She had done her work well. Nero’s hands were securely
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MILES COURTENAY’S SUICIDE made headline news. His disgrace, on the other hand, was not aired in public. Charles Grant, the new company chairman, decided that Courtenay de Witt could easily ride out the losses he had incurred. For all of their sakes, he pleaded, the facts of the case should remain secret. It wasn’t difficult to keep them secret — few people knew them. And only one person knew them all. ‘There’s something,’ said Mark to Kate as they walked out of Charles’s office, ‘that you’re not telling me, isn’t there?’ ‘Mmm?’ Kate, feigning disinterest, didn’t look round. ‘Come on, Kate. Don’t play games with me. You marched into Miles’s office yesterday after your “day’s research”, and half an hour later Miles resigned. I simply don’t believe one day was enough for you to trawl through the records of God knows how many dodgy holding companies to get incontrovertible proof against him. You must have had something else - what was it?’ It was a tape, she thought. A tape from whic
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