Her apartment surprised Shannon. It was small with a tiny kitchenette, livingroom-bedroom combination plus bath, inexpensively furnished but neat, girlish and cozy. He nosed around. Her ancient vanity supported the usual array of perfumes, cold creams, powders, nail-polishes and sundry articles. Her closet contained a sizable display of dresses, skirts, blouses, shoes, wraps and coats; her lingerie, silks, hose and negligees were plentiful and fairly expensive. He found a man's suit, shirts, ties, several changes of underwear, pajamas and robe that were too large to belong to Tony. He grinned to himself; maybe she wasn't doing too badly after all.
Behind the bathroom door hung the inevitable douche-bag. Once more, he smiled. Tools of the trade, maybe, he mused.
Back in the main room he looked about for pictures but found none. In a small desk drawer he discovered a bank-book and noted that the last deposit was less than a week previous. The balance showed a little more than eighteen-hundred dollars… Well now, that did shed a brighter light on things. So… there was his stake, all in nice round even figures… and just about enough. Things were looking better and better with every passing minute.
There was cold coffee in a pot resting on the small stove and he heated it; he was sitting in the one easy chair enjoying a cup when he heard the foot-falls approaching along the hallway outside, the key rattling in the lock and the door popping open with a certain angry vigor. She filled the opening with a decided vision of loveliness, her lack of surprise at seeing him there indicating that she had been advised of his presence by the bribed building superintendent. She banged the door closed behind her and stood looking at him questioningly.
"What the devil is this? I have no brothers," she lied, spitting the words at him in fractured English with strong French overtones. "And I'm damned sure that I don't know you. What do you want… who are you, eh?"
Shannon smiled and arose casually, setting the cup on the table beside him. She was lovelier than Tony's picture had portrayed her… taller, more delicate of feature and darker of eye. A minute appraisal caused him to speculate that her natural hair would better enhance her beauty than the bleached gold, but he liked the way it fell around her shoulders and the light touch of lip-rouge to her sensitive, wide, full mouth. The rest of her instigated a little hitch in his breathing that he struggled with, aware that the short, green minisheath she wore was accentuating sex in the manner its designer had intended.
"The name is Shannon," he said finally. "I'm a friend of Tony."
She tilted her head questioningly. "Tony? I don't know any…" She hesitated. "You mean, Antoine… my husband, Antoine?"
Shannon nodded. "Antoine to you… Tony to me." He smiled. "We've been… shall we say… associates for some time. Got to be pretty close friends. Nice kid, Tony…"
"He's a coward and a bastard!" she snapped bitterly. "I want to forget that I ever knew him… or any of his friends. Now, you can get out of here, eh?"
She wheeled around, jerked open the door and stepped to one side, holding it ajar for him. Shannon walked to it, a trace of the smile still playing around his mouth.
"Okay, baby," he said calmly, easing the doorknob from her grasp and closing it once more. "So… old Tony's a coward and a bastard. Fine… any way you want it…" He gazed at her, still appraising, his hard blue eyes raking her soft luscious body with obvious salaciousness. "But he sure knows how to choose lovely women… and evidently win them."
"So?" she said, without a trace of emotion. "Just what the hell do you want, M'sieu'… whatever-your-name is? Did Antoine send you here…? Or maybe you want a handout… or could it be a little female companionship? Whatever, you've come to the wrong place…"
Shannon felt his face reddening before her acrid, biting words. He studied her. Christ, she was a delightful creature, unbelievably tempting when she was angry; he could only guess what it would be like if she willingly gave herself to a man, but she had yet even to smile at him; his cock jerked uncontrollably in his pants. The essence of her perfume reached him and suddenly the blood throbbed in his temples; he felt the hot perspiration oozing onto his forehead and upper lip, coating even the palms of his hands. He was that close to her that he could reach out and crush her to him; he had to steel himself… fight the almost overwhelming desire. The time wasn't right as yet; there were still several other things to be attended to, first.
Madeleine read the obvious lust in his eyes, in the twist of his not unhandsome mouth, and she'd noted the stirring at the front of his trousers. Her pink tongue-tip peeked out to moisten her full, lower-lip subconsciously. The aftermath of her lack of fullfillment with Julian Forrest was still very much in evidence in her own denied loins, but the fact that this intruder was a friend of Antoine's and the brazen manner in which he had gained entrance into her apartment tarnished the luster of any sensual thoughts that passed through her brain. She heard herself half-sneer. "Don't let your animal instincts run away with you, M'sieu'! I come rather high… two hundred dollars… even to my husband's vile friends."
It wasn't what she'd said, but the way she had said it that cut Shannon. He felt his mouth curving contemptuously and he had all he could do to contain himself from slapping her hard. Somehow, he kept control; reached beyond her to shoot the bolt on the door into its catch; then he walked back to the chair.
"Sit down," he ordered flatly, not looking at her. "I've got a deal for you."
Madeleine didn't move. Her antagonism at his uninvited, unwelcomed and unwanted presence was causing her to churn furiously within… this along with the unsated little prurient sensations that Julian Forrest had aroused and sadistically left to torment her still excited and needing loins was both infuriating and confusing her… in fact, she felt as if she might just burst out crying. She bit at her lower lip and said: "I'm not interested in any deals you have to offer…"
"You will be when you hear this one," said Shannon in a confident monotone, still not looking at her. He found cigarettes, extracted one and held the package out to her. She ignored the gesture and he lighted his own. "I'm talking about money, baby… much, much money…" He let smoke from his lungs while his hard blue eyes focused on her once more. "Enough for you to get your kid back and take care of the both of you the rest of your lives… Interested now?"
Madeleine had not shifted her glance from him nor moved since he'd closed and bolted the door. Now, in the wake of his words, she stared at him with widening eyes, adding a third dimension to her sudden frustrated emotions… astonishment. She said: "How do you know about… about my child?"
Shannon smiled thinly. "Her name is Igat. She is five years old, and you were seventeen when she was born. Her father was an American salesman named Keel from Boston with whom you spent one night… trading your young virginal charms for his promise to take you with him to the states… but he immediately deserted you. When Igat was born you allowed a certain drunken Doctor Carey, who, incidentally, delivered you, to place the child in the home of Rafael and Madame Girarde here in Montreal." He continued to smile. "Stop me if I'm wrong," he said.
She didn't speak… couldn't!
"You came to Montreal to be near your child, found employment waiting table and there met Antoine Poirier, adopted nephew of Gaston Larreau, the Syndicate's number-one wheel here in Canada. A real nice chap, too, this Larreau… I mean, who else would make his own nephew, adopted or whatever, president of a company that he was using to extort beaucoup dollars from the public just so he could have a fall-guy? A real benefactor, that scrum."
Madeleine could not believe it; she could only stand there and stare at him. He had practically reviewed her life in a matter of minutes…
"Want to hear more?" Shannon questioned.
She couldn't speak.
"Okay… so, you married Antoine and the two of you were making it until Uncle Gaston threw your new husband to the wolves in Ottawa when the government turned on the heat. You went into hiding when Antoine was sent up in order to get away from Uncle Gaston, whom, unless I miss my guess, was trying to get you to play house with him. In the end, you wound up with the noble Ministre Of Gouvernment, Rafael Girarde, who not only gave you a job in one of his several night spots, but even hangs his clothes in your closet. I'd add that for this generous little favor, Girarde had arranged for you to see Igat once in awhile, just as long as you don't get out of line with the Madame, who'd probably play hell if she knew her charming husband had a mistress." Shannon sucked at his cigarette and let out smoke once more. "On top of all this, I'd guess you were operating a private little lay-business on the side… probably with an exclusive clientele… and I'd further venture that you're just getting back from doing a stroke of business of sorts. Now… how close am I to being accurate, baby…? Or would you rather not say?"
Madeleine continued to gape at him, but with a bit more respect and less fury than she had known only moments before. Finally, she said: "I-I don't understand… Where… where did you find these things out… I mean, about my baby and the American, Keel…?"
"From Tony, of course," Shannon replied. "A thousand nights we spent talking about it… all of it… until I came to feel that I knew you as well as he, himself, maybe, even better."
"But… but," she shook her head, confused, "He… he didn't know about Igat… at least, I didn't think he did…"
"Oh, he knew all right, baby," Shannon assured her. "Uncle Gaston made sure he knew, and so did a little girl named Ginny Novak, Larreau's mistress… before he had her dumped into the drink… quite dead. I'm sure you remember that episode."
Madeleine shuddered; she remembered all right. She shook her head, as if to rid herself of the horrible memory. Momentarily, she swayed slightly and the room seemed to waver before her. Shannon read the symptoms, arose quickly and caught her by the arms, helping her to a straight-back chair beside the small kitchen table. He eased her down onto it and watched her erect full breasts rise and fall as she breathed in short measured gasps.
"You have any brandy?" he asked her, taking her wrist between his big hands and chafing them.
"B-Bourbon… in the cupboard," she said, pointing with a nod of her head.
He found it and poured substantially into a waterglass, handing it to her. Madeleine sipped, then lay back in the chair, stretching out her long shapely legs, the tiny skirt of her dress hardly covering two-inches of her full and rounded nylon-encased thighs as she slumped downward into the seat. He swallowed tightly, his eyes locking on the tiny wisp of sheer white panties that V'd tightly at her enticing crotch above the juncture where the soft, warm white flesh of her thighs brushed each other. He forced himself to turn away, then poured a lengthy measure of the liquor into a glass and downed it. When he turned around again she had raised herself up and adjusted her dress.
"Feel better?" he asked.
"O-Oui… I think so." She let off a long sigh and rubbed her hand over her forehead. "P-Please, M'sieu' Shannon… sit down…"
But he didn't; instead, he stood there, his eyes moving over her, stripping her hungrily, a certain lasciviousness that she had not seen before coming to light in them. Once more, she felt a tiny shudder creep over her. She watched him wet his dry lips with his tongue and saw his hands clenching and unclenching slowly, as the stirring began at the front of his trousers again.
"You… you spoke of a deal… and much money," she managed, realizing suddenly that the magnetism of his obvious arousal was generating its silent communication like an electric current, immediately provoking her own unfulfilled desire once more. "Wh-what did you mean…?"
He took two steps toward her and stopped, holding out his hand; he was so close to her that if she dropped her eyes from his face they would be level with the swollen, throbbing member in his pants. Her breathing shortened as automatically she gave him her hand and he said: "That can wait… this can't… not another damned agonizing minute."
Madeleine gasped as he placed her hand against the rock-hardness of his prick and an uncontrollable tingle of excitement rippled through her. My God! Had she become that much of a slut that she couldn't control herself at the mere touch of a man's erect penis? What kind of bitch am I becoming…? Her brain reeled, much as had the room itself only a few moments before…
"P-Please… no…" she stammered, trying to pull her hand free and get to her feet, but he held her hand fast against the outline of his jerking cock and drew her up tight to him, crushing her full pointed breasts into his chest.
"Five years…" he hissed between his strong, white teeth, his breath hot against her face, "five long years since I've had a woman… and I'm going to fuck you, lovely Madeleine, if it's the last thing I ever do in this lifetime. You hear?"
He kissed her then, his mouth slamming down brutally against her own soft wet one, engulfing her lush ruby-like lips entirely within his own, his tongue knifing out to slice between her lips and against her teeth savagely, his big hot hands immediately finding the firm, fleshy moons of her buttocks to clutch and knead lustfully, while her hand imprisoned between them was filled with the growing hardness of his long thick jumping shaft as he ground his pelvis ravenously into the softness of her belly and loins.
Madeleine couldn't hold back the little gasps she emitted into his mouth, while the lewd promise he had just made her ricocheted wildly about in her brain, along with the undeniable masculine assurance of the pledge she held in her hand… and suddenly she was stroking and caressing it in her rekindled passion and anticipation. God, she wanted it… had to have it to quench the tormenting flames Julian Forrest had left burning inside her.
Finally, he raised his head and whispered: "Just one thing, angel… I thing you're going to have to put these on the cuff… and I do mean these… because I'm going to fuck you from now right straight through until sometime tomorrow… until neither of us has enough energy to move a muscle… not one fucking muscle… then, we'll talk some business…"
"Oh… Oh, God, cheri!" Madeleine whimpered, pressing her mouth up tightly against his while simultaneously her hand squeezed his throbbing cock and her tiny tongue searched his mouth excitedly. "Oui, oui! Please… I want you to… I want you to… but, we will do it my way, eh? Let me make you happy. You've waited so long… and now it must be wonderful for you… such beautiful love-making that you'll never forget it… ever, ever…"
"Christ!" Shannon gasped, his prick aching and dancing to the soft massaging caresses of Poirier's wife's hand until he was certain he'd cum in his pants if she didn't stop. "What the hell are we waiting for? Get those Godamned clothes off…"
Now, she smiled at him for the first time and he felt as if he were going to melt at the splendor of the sight. "No, cheri, no… not like that," she was saying as she half freed herself and led him over to the chair. She pressed him down into it and stood before him. "It mustn't just be a tearing off of our clothes and going at each other. Please… let me make it beautiful for you… as it will be for me, if only you will let me…?"
Shannon was breathing like a rutting moose. His prick stuck out in his pants with the prominence of a center tent-pole. He stared at the unbelievably enchanting girl before him, skeptically. Whatever in hell had come over her, he didn't know or understand, only that it was almost too fantastic to be true… like some kind of dream, and God knows, he'd had enough of those the past few years… but he could wait that much longer… as long as she wasn't trying to pull something… like run outside and start screaming rape… Christ, he'd kill her if she tried anything like…
"You don't understand, do you, cheri?" she questioned, smiling warmly, excitedly, and moving away from him to where he had left the bourbon beside the sink. "And you don't know whether you trust me or not, eh? Yet, you come here to offer me some kind of deal… Did it ever occur to you that I might not trust you either… that, we have only known each other but a few short minutes… yet, already, I feel that I've known you a hundred years?" She looked at him, her eyes sparkling with mounting delight as she took ice from the refrigerator and made them drinks.
She didn't say anymore and he watched her every move hungrily. Damn, he had never seen such a magnificent body on a girl… and he was going to go out of his damned mind if he didn't have her soon.
To Madeleine, it was as if she had suddenly been catapulted into some new world of fantasia, yet, for the life of her she couldn't reason why. Nothing had happened to change her existence… except the sudden presence of this American… this handsome, masculine American who had forced his way into her apartment… into her life… for as sure as he sat there before her, she was going to fall in love with him… and there was nothing, she knew, absolutely nothing she could do to avoid it.
Dear God, let him be gentle, kind and loving to me… Please God, I beg you.
Shannon watched the provocative movements of her soft, sensual body as she brought his drink, then, sat down on his lap, her short dress hiking up carelessly to reveal the satin-like white flesh of her thighs above her hose. She slipped her arm around his neck and lay back against him, cradled in his arms, her round full buttocks shifting and undulating over his rock-hard prick.
"Oui, mon cher, I've known you a hundred years," she whispered to him. She leaned close and kissed him with tender, wet lips. "Drink your drink. I made it strong to relax you… unwind you… I want you just right for my love-making, eh?"
Shannon swallowed tightly. In a minute he'd wake up. He gulped half the bourbon-water away, feeling it burn pleasantly in his throat and belly.
"Better?" she asked.
"Fine… except I think I'm going to burst."
She tittered lightly, a little chill of excitement racing through her as she felt the hardness jerking against her bottom. "And now…" she said softly, "you want to make love to me, don't you, cheri!"
Shannon grunted some unintelligible sound.
She pressed her lips close to his ear and whispered. "I can feel your wonderful love tool against my behind, cheri. Mmmmmmm, it feels so good…" She ground her buttocks atop of him and heard him launch into deeper, heavier breathing. "Now… you sit right here and watch me, mon cher… I'm going to undress for you, eh?"
Like a wood-sprite, she was off his lap and out of his reach, only a few feet away, but to Shannon it was almost as if he were gaping through her bedroom window, for she went about the delightful performance as if she were alone in the apartment. He watched her tiny, minidress slip to the floor about her feet as she moved slowly, provocatively, not looking at him, with never the slightest trace of obscenity to her movements. Her nonchalance caused his cock to jerk wildly in his pants and he gulped at his drink once more. Then, she turned her back to him and bent down to retrieve her dress, the full rounded orbs of her buttocks causing his erection to lurch once more as he gaped at the sheer white nylon strip of her panties tightening snugly between her firm, full thighs, slipping tauntingly into the soft, rounded crevice of her buttocks to remain, caught there as she straightened up and moved toward the closet to hang her dress. He stared after her, his breath knotted in his throat, while she crossed the room, her magnificent, rounded ass-cheeks quivering enticingly as she walked.
Shannon raised his glass to his lips and drained it. His brain whirled in wild, ever-increasing lust at the beautiful, erotic sight taking place before him. Christ, she was extraordinarily lovely… as Maggi had once been lovely… but this enticing creature… Christ! He never remembered seeing such gorgeous legs, such texture of skin, such grace of movement.
He gaped at her in panties and bra, garterbelt and hose… her high-heels… Maggi had never looked like that… no other woman had ever set him off this way… shit… five long years… he was going to flip…!
She came toward him. "You like me, cheri?" she said down to him, suddenly standing between his outstretched legs, her panties and bra gone and he hadn't even seen her remove them… her magnificent breasts, so full, so erect, their dark red nipples distended at their tips, the breathtaking contours of her body… the black, silken fleece at the base of her smooth, white young belly… He gulped. Her hose and garter-belt and heels were the final touches to blow his mind.
"Y-You're… you're too much, baby… absolutely beautiful," Shannon hissed between his teeth, the glass falling from his hand to the floor, not breaking, but being ignored by both of them.
She lowered herself slowly to her knees before him and between his legs. "Now, cheri," she whispered softly, looking up at him, a facet of mysterious light dancing on her moist lips and in her eyes as it might upon a chest of rare gems, "I must see you!"
Shannon made no move of his own while she unbuckled his belt, opened the waist and unzipped his trousers. His breath was a lump in his throat, his hardly believing mind a turmoil of lust, as her soft cool hand slid inside the cotton of his shorts to slowly grasp his prick and maneuver it out into the room with them. He grunted loudly at her touch and felt it lurch spasmodically in her hand.
"Oh God, cheri!" she gasped, her eyes engorging themselves on the rigid hardness of the long, thick member. "It's beautiful… beautiful…! And I'm going to love it so much… Oh, I know it's going to make me so happy…"
Shannon groaned again as her small, long-fingered hand almost, but not quite, encircled his shaft, and he saw the tiny drops of lubricating fluid that oozed from its tip in his mounting lust. He watched as if hypnotized as her white gentle hand massaged and stroked it, drawing the heavy foreskin back and forth, up and down… and then, all of a sudden, she leaned over it, her tiny pink tongue flicking out to lick away the moisture at its tip and he gasped and reached for both of her full, lush breasts, cupping and squeezing them in his big greedy hands, feeling their hard pulsating nipples press teasingly into his palms as slowly she lowered her head and her tender, wet, lipstick-rimmed lips ovalled, warmly encircling his cock.
Down… down… down. Her head seemed to go as she absorbed his throbbing prick up into the warm, moist enclosure of her mouth, her tongue lashing and working against its heavy veined, hard flesh in tantalizing rhythm, and then as she raised her head and her ovalled, clasping lips sucked their way to its very tip he could feel the incredible swirling motions of her tongue, until finally, its point taunted and exploded the tiny orifice at its end.
Christ! He was going to lose his mind! It was out of this world… he had to get his clothes off and get at her before his balls burst like an exploding firecracker!
"Wait!" he gasped hoarsely, pushing her back and moving to his feet around her, tearing at his clothes savagely. "I can't wait any longer! I've got to fuck you between the legs, now! Understand? Now!"
"Oui, oui, cheri. I understand," she said almost breathlessly, getting quickly to her feet and going to the bed to stretch out enchantingly before him, watching his frantic efforts to strip himself… and then, he was on top of her, his hot hungry mouth all over her face and lips, his tongue sinking deeply into her mouth and throat as his hands kneaded her heavy, swollen breasts and explored her body ravenously.
Expertly, she maneuvered him between her spread thighs and whispered: "Hurry, mon cher let me draw the tension out of you this first time… don't think of me… just yourself… Fuck me hard and shoot your cream into me until you're all relaxed…"
She reached down beneath her thighs which she drew up quickly, and he felt her cool hand take his prick. Her touch once more sent a shock into his rigid flesh and his uncircumcised foreskin ripped back as she gently guided him at her vagina, until he could feel the moist fleshy warmth and the soft, tickling curls of her pubic hair grazing against his shaft, waiting for its entry.
"Oh cheri. Cheri!" she whispered, losing the words in a groan which broadened and deepened as he lunged madly into her.
Her moist heat clasped him like a warm, resisting, velvet glove, and he swore aloud vilely as he began to pump and thrust vigorously up into her upturned pussy, long, urgent strokes that filled her receptive cunt to greater and greater depths.
Beneath him, her body quivered and trembled and her pebble-hard nipples pushed into him with a pointed, erect pressure; her warm soft belly brushed against his and her thighs clamped and unclamped, holding and releasing him as the warm clasping inner-muscles of her cunt sucked and pulled toward his much needed release.
"Oh… oh, Christ!" he groaned as he felt the velvety sheath of her cunt squeezing and sucking along the full length of his lust-crazed rod of hardened flesh.
"Cheri. Cheri, Mon Dieu… oui, oui… fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" Madeleine whispered over and over again as she bucked and writhed in under him. "Cream into me, darling, cream into me!"
Her face moved from side to side; marks appeared on her lips where she bit them, and every so often her mouth came against his and her teeth bit into him and she sucked his tongue, then forced her own between his lips, gasping warm breaths into his throat.
"Oh… Oh… Oh!" Shannon gasped, his mouth falling open loosely. "I can't hold it back, baby! Christ, it's going to cum!" he blurted as he ceaselessly pounded his inflated cock deep into her white, rounded little belly with long cruel strokes. He could feel the hot, white sperm amassing within the reservoir of his throbbing balls as they beat a tattoo against her marvelously naked and upturned ass. Wildly, he thrust his tongue far down her throat and with harsh kneading hands, clutched the wide open cheeks of her lush white buttocks hard up against his ramming pelvis, while he slammed his now spewing cock brutally into her unresisting cunt.
"Oui… Oui! Cum cum, mon cher! Fill me! Fill me!" Madeleine urged him salaciously, at the same time, feeling the carnal delight taking place inside her as the turgid, pulsating head of his deeply sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to mangle and tear her inner organs. It began to spurt! She could feel the delicious hot, white liquid shooting into her with the force of molten fire, sloshing around her dilated womb like great streams of searing lava.
Oh God, how she wished she could cum with him at that very moment, but she couldn't… she couldn't… not yet… almost, but not quite… Oh God… Oh God! Her eyes were closed and all of the time he shot into her, her mouth worked and trembled and her neck was strained as she thrust back her head in the intensity of her feeling… and then, trembling, he relaxed on top of her, and she put her arms around him, laying beneath him, neither of them speaking for several minutes. Finally, he rolled partially off her but she wouldn't let him go entirely, even after his limp member slid out of her; instead, she cradled him there between her wide-spread thighs and drew his head down to rest against her full, soft breasts.
"It was good, cheri?" she whispered.
"Damn," he sighed. "It was… it was… hell, there's no way to describe it, baby… It was terrific."
"I'm glad," she said into his ear. "My stomach feels full of you and I wanted it to be… and now you're relaxed…"
"For a minute," he said, his cheek pressed into the soft, resilient warmth of her heavy breast. He pursed his lips oddly, kissing the satin-smooth flesh almost from the side of his mouth, then taunting it with his tongue as he moved closer to the nipple and sucked it between his lips in the same side fashion. "But a hell of a long ways from being satisfied, angel… as you'll see in a minute."
His words caused a new and titillating sensation to spiral through Madeleine's still impassioned body. God, already she loved him. It was insane and unfeasible, ridiculous… even impossible… but it was true! She loved him… and she didn't even know his name… not his whole name. She ran her hand over his short cropped hair while his tongue and lips, nibbling and taunting her erect nipple, sent chilling fermentations jolting through her. She managed: "Ch-cheri… I don't even know your name…?"
"Shannon," he mumbled against her breast.
"That's all?"
"That's enough."
"I… I think I love you, Shannon," she whispered.
He didn't answer, but he smiled a little to himself. It was going better than he could ever have possibly dreamed. What more could he ask? Christ, she was a luscious bitch… and with enough loot in the bank to set his little operation in motion beautifully. His smile broadened: he thought, if old Tony could only see him now with his cock planted deep between his sweet young wife's widespread legs… poor bastard…
"Did you hear me, Shannon, cheri?" she interrupted his thoughts. "I think I love you…"
"I heard you," be answered softly. "What do you want me to say?"
"Nothing… I guess… yet. But… you will be good to me… gentle and kind… you won't hurt me…?"
Again, it wasn't her words as much as her sincerity of tone that touched him. He felt like a rotten ass. He raised his head and looked down into her beautiful face. Her lovely dark eyes were moist and her parted lips wet, intoxicating, in her emotional and unbidden desire. He lay his lips tenderly against hers and felt her tremble beneath him. Then, he said: "We're going to make a half million dollars, angel… you and I… and we're going to take back Igat and go a long, long way from here… together… the three of us… Now, how does that sound to you?"
Slowly, his statement registered and her eyes widened in amazement. She repeated: "A… a half-million dollars…? Mon Dieu! What are you saying? How, cheri? Please… please, don't make fun of me…"
Shannon grinned down at her. "It's anything but that, little girl," he said convincingly. "A half-million… that's what Gaston Larreau's going to pay for the return of his one and only child… That's right, baby… I'm going to kidnap and hold Annette Larreau for ransom… and you're going to help me…"
Madeleine felt her muscles tighten and her breath hitch at even the mention of the little czar's name, let alone the incredible words that followed. An icy clamminess crept over her and she caught his face between her hands to hold it up where she could see and study it. She said: "You… You can't mean what you said…?"
"Every word."
"M-Mon Dieu! It's insane! He'd kill you… both of us! Believe me, Shannon, I know him. It's impossible. Please… tell me that you're joking…?"
Shannon grinned down at her frightened, beautiful face. He kissed her, then began to run his hand down over her breast and ribs tauntingly, exploring really for the first time. She trembled lightly beneath his touch. He said: "We'll talk later, cheri, when we've less to do. Plenty of time… right now, I want some more of you… only this time, it's your turn little girl."
"B-But… oh… oh… my Shannon… my Shannon," she moaned receptively as she felt his thick member stirring against her thigh once more and she let her arms slip around his neck while he eased his tongue deep into her mouth and she began to suck gently on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her small white teeth, sending new spasms to run the length of his spine. At last, she said: "Oh my cheri… my cheri… I'll do anything you say… just love me… I need you so badly… Oh, don't ever leave me, mon cher… I'll do anything… anything you say…!"