by Kenya Wright
“I don’t know what to believe,” I said. “Kazimir is cocky. To him having to lie to me, takes power away from him. There was a lot of truth into what he said.”
“Do you think he’s going after Shalimar?”
“He didn’t even remember Celina’s name. He was always higher than the situation. We’ll keep men on him and see what happens next.”
“And what about Shalimar?” Rafael asked.
That was one problem I wouldn’t deal with. Rafael had made his bed, and now it was his responsibility to get out of it.
“You do what you want. Shalimar doesn’t work for me anymore. Handle her how you please.”
Louis spoke up. “Just be nice.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” Rafael frowned.
I left Louis and Rafael to their argument. Giorgio had ignored all of us. Already his white wallet was out as he headed to the car. I knew he’d be wiping himself down the whole ride back to his place. And then he’d take an hour shower, scrubbing and washing and then scrubbing again.
No matter what, Giorgio never thought he was clean enough.
I stepped back into the perfume shop, pissed that I was so sweaty.
Voices rose in the store. The woman and Eden sang some song. I couldn’t get the lyrics. They were too drunk to truly comprehend.
I laughed as Eden screeched through the melody. “Living and the loving and the. . .wait what’s the other part.”
“I’m too drunk to remember.” Penelope giggled and spotted me. “There you are. You’re back. We were keeping each other company.”
“And we’re finished.” Eden showed me both bottles. “I did yours.”
Excited, I took my time sniffing each one. “I want this bottle.”
“Wait. That’s my perfume.”
“That was the point. I want to smell you when you’re not around.”
She took the other bottle. “Good. Now I have your scent too.”
“Forever.”
Penelope rose from her seat. “Well, you two, I’m heading upstairs. I own the whole building and live in the loft.”
“Oh okay.”
“I drank too much.” Penelope stumbled a little.
“Here you go.” I gave her my hand and helped her around the table.
“Oh, thank you. You’re such a big, muscular guy.” She giggled. “I need a nap. I’m too old to be drinking whiskey in the afternoon.”
“We’ll close up.”
“Hey, you don’t have to go. You paid $25,000 to have the shop for the afternoon. As far as I’m concerned, you can camp out here all week.” Chuckling to herself, she stumbled off and left us alone.
Eden walked over to me, appearing as if she’d had as much to drink as the woman. “Where did you go?”
“A block away.”
“Why?” She was definitely drunk. She usually didn’t ask with such strength, as if she wouldn’t let it go until she got answers.
“Giorgio told me that Kazimir was in a bathhouse down the street, so I went.”
She looked scared. “What?”
“I knew I would be okay.”
“But what if you weren’t? And I didn’t know.”
“Sometimes you won’t know.”
She gripped both of my shoulders. “Then, let’s change that.”
I grinned and gathered her into my arms. “I want to protect you from—”
She moved away from my hold. “I want to know everything. I’m tired of sitting around being stupid, and oblivious to everything happening around me.”
“You’re not—”
“What did the Lion say?” She wore an angry look.
“That he was just in Paris on vacation.”
“Do you believe him?”
“Mostly.”
“What will you do now?”
“Pay attention to everything, until I get the answers I want.”
She grabbed me hard and stared at me with a drunken intensity. “And I’ll be right at your side, protecting you. We’re like Bonnie and Clyde.”
I smiled.
“I just need to learn how to shoot a gun.”
“You don’t need to know.”
“But I should.” She nodded her head. “I want to be stronger.”
“You are strong. And even if you were not, I only want you to be you.” I kissed her because she touched my heart more than any other woman had. My ex-wife expected complete protection and attention. Even if only a bee stung her, then she’d expect revenge on the whole colony’s beehive.
Eden didn’t concern herself with my play for power. She only wanted to protect me, so much so, that she would put her violin away and pick up a gun. The image of her gripping one turned me on, but not as much as when she held me or the violin.
“No, Eden, you’ll never need to learn how to shoot. Not when all my men will shoot for you.”
“But—”
I kissed her, knowing my mouth could end the conversation.
God, I’m falling for you, Eden.
We left the shop and closed up. Eden rested in my arms the whole ride back, nuzzling against my chest even though I’d been so sweaty.
She yawned and closed her eyes. “You smell so good.”
I inhaled her, holding her closer to me than ever before. “You too, reine, you too.”
When we returned to the penthouse, I undressed us both and we inhaled each other’s skin, guessing scents. Soon I was breathing every inch of her flesh.
She is the smell of love. And I don’t want to breath, if I’m not inhaling her.
Chapter 9
Intoxicating
Eden
Jean-Pierre woke up early but left a note.
Eden,
Every day has been amazing. Tonight we go out and see Paris after dark. Be ready at 8pm. I’ll send a gown.
Jean-Pierre
He delivered an elaborate gown later. It was breathtaking. The satin itself was a sparkling white. At the center was a red whale-boned corset. The full skirt would fasten around my waist. A four-foot train followed.
Jesus. Where are we going? To a ball?
Knowing that I had time, I decided to do a surprise of my own. I rushed off with a few of his men and bought the sexiest lingerie to complement the gown
And the outfit I found was an unrelenting sexiness. All sultry sophistication. The top was a beautiful corset, crafted with exquisite lace. The soft underwired cups propped my breasts up, making them appear much bigger than they were. There was also scalloped trimming and a matching G-string. All of that I paired with lace top stockings.
I couldn’t wait to put everything on. Hours later, I did and met Jean-Pierre at the entrance of his building.
He stood by the limo with the door open and a welcoming expression on his face.
There’s nothing new today. He looks less stressed.
He wore a black designer suit. Impeccably tailored as usual and hot as fuck. I still couldn’t get used to his gorgeousness.
I strolled over to him.
He inhaled me. “You’re wore the perfume, or is that the sweet scent of your pussy?”
“Maybe both. As soon as I saw you, I went soaking wet, but I also wore your perfume.” I kissed him, sucking on his lip and relishing in the fact that this man was mine.
I’d finally accepted it. I wouldn’t be going anywhere. Even with all the danger and death, I would stay by his side.
“You’re intoxicating. This evening you glow more than ever before. This evening you are perfection. Luscious hips and breasts.” He licked his lips and gazed at my cleavage. “The latter of which is close to coming out of that gown. Please, let me know if you’ll need any help with that this evening.”
“I’ll be sure to ask.” I slipped by him to go inside the limo.
He stopped me and whispered in my ear, “Tonight, I’m going to have you on your knees, wearing nothing but this corset and heels.”
“Maybe, I’ll have you on your knees.”
He
grabbed the cushion of my ass and groaned. “I will definitely be on my knees this evening too.”
My nipples hardened at the thought. His tongue on my pussy was heaven. Once we both got into the limo, I knew we wouldn’t make it to our destination.
Jean-Pierre gave me an intense gaze that seared deep within me. “I love spending time with you.”
“Me too.”
“You make me wild. Unchained. Completely free.”
“Everything you say is beautiful.”
“Only because the object of my words is even gorgeous.”
I slid closer to him. “When you speak French, my pussy gets so wet.”
He groaned in French. “Should I speak more in French?”
I bit my lip.
He whispered some more in French, “This new flame. This love between us. It's burning me, and I love the way it burns.”
My heart warmed so much; I touched my chest. His gaze followed my fingers and then he lifted his hands up and slipped them along my cleavage. Every time his fingertips brushed my skin, a shiver came.
He leaned over and kissed me. “How hungry are you?”
“Not as hungry for food, as I am for your cock.”
He groaned, “Reine.”
Desire lathered that word. I loved the hunger. Relished in the fact that he craved me so bad. And so, I gave him what he wanted. I slipped down to the floor and got on my knees.
He followed me with his gaze.
Damn, Jean-Pierre.
Now eye-level with his crotch, I studied how his cock jerked under those expensive pants. I leaned down and rubbed my face against that bulge, feeling the thickness jump under me. “I’m so lucky.”
“No. I’m the one that’s lucky.” He reached down. “I need you. Come here.”
I moved his hands away and opened his pants myself. “No. I’m in control.”
“Are you now?”
“Let’s see.” I pulled his cock out. It fell heavy in my hands. Hot arousal poured over me. All I could think about was his cock in my mouth. My sex. My ass. Rubbing all over my flesh. Spilling all over me. My breasts. My pussy. My face.
He moved his hands.
I paused. “What are you doing?”
“I just want to get something out of my pocket.”
I gripped his cock and dangled it close to my mouth. “Now?”
“Definitely now.” He dove into his pocket and pulled out a small box. “Open it.”
I let go of his cock, not wanting to, but intrigued by where he was going with this. When I lifted the box, I saw two diamond earrings—the kind that people wore if they didn’t have pierced ears. I took them out and placed them next to my ear. “Thank you. These are nice.”
Not really the time to interrupt me, while I’m putting your cock in my mouth, but I love the earrings anyway.
He laughed. “Those aren’t earrings, my love. Those are nipple clamps.”
“Oh.” I moved them away from my ears.
Moron. No one will ever say I was the genius of our time.
He leaned over and reached his hands behind my back. Soon I heard a snap and my gown was released. The dress spilled down, falling over the corset.
“Hmmm.” Jean-Pierre drank in the sheer corset underneath for few seconds, dove into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and dialed.
“Who are you calling?”
He grunted. Seconds later, he spoke into the phone. “Giorgio cancel the reservations this evening. Tell the chef to send everything to the penthouse.”
Oh. I’m fine with that.
I gave him a wicked grin and finished taking off the gown’s red whale bone corset.
Still on the phone, he watched with intensity, studying the lingerie some more. “I don’t care, Giorgio. The sauce will still be delicious, if reheated. Are we done? No? What? Not this again.”
Giggling and still on the floor, I wiggled off the gown and slung it in the corner. The poor design had only gotten a good ten minutes of use, before Jean-Pierre was ready to take it off. And there my lover directed his focus to the lace tops of my stockings, unbuttoned his jacket, and pulled it off.
“No. That’s up to Rafael.” He put the phone on his other ear as he yanked his shirt open. Buttons fell all around him. I had no idea what we would be wearing when we returned home and left the limo.
“Rafael is fine.” Jean-Pierre frowned as he undid the top of his pants. “Giorgio, stalking isn’t a crime, if we do it, and Shalimar is not the type to call the police.”
I took off more. The limo’s floor vibrated under my bare ass. I began to take off my shoes.
“Keep the heels on!” Jean-Pierre seared me with his gaze and then growled, “No, Giorgio. I’m not talking to you. In fact, why am I still talking to you.”
Enjoying the moment, I decided to tease him. I turned over and got on all fours, shaking my ass a little
The limo went silent.
Right as I turned around, I caught Jean-Pierre charging for me.
I shrieked.
He grabbed me from behind, seizing my body and wrapping his scent around me. “I like when you surprise me.”
“You’re off the phone already.”
“Once you put that ass in the air, I hung up.”
“That’s all it took.”
He grunted and rubbed his cock against my ass. “Lace on your body is one of my many weaknesses.”
I moaned as he yanked my corset down, freeing my breasts. They bobbled in front of me. My nipples were already hard. Already desperate for his touch. A squeeze. A caress. A lick. A suck into his warm mouth.
“Jean-Pierre,” I cried out with hunger.
He made a rummaging sound behind me, then brought the clamps around, and handed them to me. I grabbed them and leaned back against him, enjoying that hard cock as it pushed into my ass.
He whispered, “Do you want me to put them on?”
“Please. Anything. Just touch me.”
He slipped his hands over my naked breast. A low groan dragged out of my body. Arousal soaked my thong. My thighs shivered, ready to be opened for him.
He took his damn time, taking one from my hands and then putting it on. I came close to begging him to hurry. Once they both clamped on my nipples, pain mixed with pleasure.
“Oh.” I raised my hands and grabbed him from behind, running my fingers through his hair and touching anything I could, his neck. His massive shoulders.
I yearned to turn around and feel him completely, but I also loved the way his cock pressed against my ass, threatening to fill me. Penetrate me. Make me rock and throb with pleasure.
“Do your nipples hurt?”
“A little, but not. . .” I licked my lips. “I… like the way they hurt.”
“Hmmm.”
The diamonds dangled from my pinched nipples. With skilled fingers, he flicked at the clamp. A sting of pain came at the tips, and then pure pleasure. I arched my back.
And still the limo raced through Paris. Gorgeous blurred building flew by the windows, forming more lines than distinct images. It almost felt like we were enclosed within a world of our own, even though we were in the heart of France, surrounded my hundreds of people going about their evening.
“I’m like a kid in a candy store right now. I don’t know which way I want to fuck you.” The silky tone of his voice had gone. Instead, his voice darkened into a heated seduction that blazed to my pussy. “How should I fuck you tonight?”
“In my ass. In my pussy.”
“How I wish I could do both at the same time.” He tenderly pulled on both clamps, stimulating the shit out of my nipples. A lusty fire burned those tips.
“Oh,” I moaned.
“Which should I fuck first, reine?” Licking my neck and then capturing my ear, he flicked his fingers along the clamps again. “Is that pussy wet for me?”
I cried out in hunger. “Yes.”
He gripped my waist with both hands and then wrenched my thongs off. The fabric didn’t tear with ea
se as usual, but there was no salvation for it. Seconds later, the torn material lay on the floor and my wet pussy was bare and exposed for him.
“Maybe, I’ll make my cock wet with you, and then fuck you in your ass.”
“Yes, to all the above.”
There was no more time for words, although he still claimed me with them.
He bit and nibbled on my neck as one of his hands played a song with the front of my pussy, twisting my clit and then caressing it with feathery strokes. Over and over my body replayed the melody back. His other hand was behind me, spreading open my ass and teasing within its fold.
My moans rose in the limo. “Please, Jean-Pierre, Please.”
“I love when you’re impatient.” He slowly bent me over.
I happily lowered for him, placing my palms on the floor. “Hurry.”
“Hurry?”
“Yes.”
Grunting, he roughly pushed inside my pussy. His cock spread me open. His strokes were a delicious rhythm. He had one hand on my shoulder. The other gripped my hip. And he pumped. Fucking me hard. Thrusting with a force that rocked my body. I yearned to orgasm. The need shot through me in an intense sensation.
“Jean-Pierre!” I tried to grab the floor’s carpet to hold on, but I couldn’t. “Oh, I’m coming.”
“Damn you, baby.”
I struggled to get control of myself, but he wouldn’t let me. He had a merciless grip on my hips. Guiding my body back and forth onto him, I came deliriously hard. My pussy hugged his cock more due to necessity, verses being in my control.
When I fell limp forward, he slipped his cock out of my pussy, positioned me, and entered my ass.
“Oh, Jean-Pierre!”
He pumped his wet cock into my ass. Giving delicious strokes to that tight hole. “What would I do without you, queen?”
My nipples clamps dangled on my breasts, sending shocks of pain and pleasure through my body. “Oh.”
“All the brightness of you covers the darkness in me.”
And my body exploded even more from his words.
Orgasming, Jean-Pierre didn’t just come inside of me.
He flooded me.
He drenched my ass in his sticky, warmth.
My ass ached, and still, I wanted more.
More of his cock.
More of his cum.
More of everything he had.
