by Kenya Wright
Finally.
The surface cooled against my fingertips.
Nothing else came. I’d been expecting something. Exhilaration. Purpose fulfilled. A bit of joy. A tiny inkling of happiness. But it never showed. The object remained solid and cold on the desk. It had only been alive when Eden touched it on the stage.
And when I did long ago.
How crazy that I’d spent nights in jail thinking about having my hands on this case, and nothing came from our connection tonight? No elation. Not even the smallest feeling that I’d returned some of my old life back to me.
I stared down at my hands and turned up my scarred palms.
Rafael had asked on the plane. “What’s the use of having Belladonna, if you can’t play it?”
“I can’t stop dreaming about the damn instrument.”
“Maybe the dreams mean something more.”
Movement sounded behind me.
Don’t wake, Eden.
I glanced over my shoulder. She’d rolled to the other side. Now, moonlight bathed her face in a lovely glow.
Beautiful siren.
I left the case and stepped closer to the bed’s edge. Not trusting myself, I placed my hands in my pockets. My fingertips no longer yearned to touch the case. Now they craved to caress her. They wanted to trail down her soft, delicate skin.
There would be something, if I touched her. And it would be much more than exhilaration.
When she was on the stage, she’d been far away. I’d been safe. Now closer, she lured me even more.
She’s more than a siren.
I directed my view somewhere else, nervous that I would go too far. Already, I’d invaded her space. Already, I’d forgotten about the violin. Already, I was walking on a path that I knew would be my end.
Sheets of music littered the floor near the window.
She must play over here.
A large poster hung on the wall behind her desk. She’d written Vision Board at the top. Tons of pictures covered the space. I spotted the Eifel Tower, the Paris Symphony, and even the Louvre. There were other countries on the board, but I knew that I should be the one to show her France.
This is what Rafael meant. I should go.
Yet, I walked back to her.
She still lay on her side, providing a perfect silhouette of curves and supple flesh in the moonlight. Her hair wasn’t up like when she was on stage. Now it hung in black, silky waves along her face and the pillow. So long, I could fist it in my hand as I fucked her.
Not that I would, but observations are always valuable.
A thin blanket covered her, giving me a good idea of her frame—full breasts and thick hips. I licked my lips.
Siren.
That sensuous energy radiated from her.
“What’s the use of having Belladonna, if you can’t play it?”
Rafael was known for many things. Death and torture ranked the highest. However, he’d made a valid point. If I took Belladonna from Eden—a woman who was so obsessed she fell asleep studying her own performance—then it would be a cruel lesson to Eden, Belladonna, and even the world.
Because Eden can definitely play Belladonna. They sound amazing together. Could anyone else do her justice?
Many had died by my hands for this violin that I only stood three feet from. I’d flown all over the world to find Belladonna. I’d lost sleep.
And now, I’m going to give it to the siren?
I left the room.
Without Belladonna.
Louis wore a blank expression, when he noticed my empty hands. However, he was smart enough to not comment about it.
I locked the back door and turned to Louis as we headed out the alley. “Have two men stay here. One guards the front. The other gets the back. Make sure they’re not obvious. When the roommate and her are both gone, probably for practice or something, get some cameras in here.”
Shock slipped on Louis’s face and then seconds later left. “You want her monitored?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, sir.”
“What?”
“It’s just that. . .Rafael called and told me to let him know, if you grabbed the violin.”
“Then tell him I didn’t.” I headed in the direction of the limo.
Louis hurried behind me. “And…if he asked why you didn’t—?”
“Then tell him because I said I didn’t want to.”
“Okay, sir.”
There’s a solution to this. I haven’t figured it out yet. The little siren will do something for me, and we’ll just have to share Belladonna. And this time, I won’t. . .butcher it up.
Chapter 16
Clit Collab
Eden
Again, I read the card that Jean-Pierre delivered with the bodysuit.
Eden,
Last night was supposed to be different. Tonight will be different as well. But we will spend more time together this evening.
I will have guests over for the evening. I want you to play for us. Wear this under your dress tonight, when you play.
My staff will help you unpack and get you comfortable. Later this evening, they’ll bring you the dress and prepare you for the party.
Enjoy your day.
Jean-Pierre
Everything had occurred as he’d said.
His staff brought a gown that took two people to carry.
As a musician, one was supposed to wear a concert dress, when they performed. This dress was usually black with long sleeves and no plunging neckline. Classy and simple.
What Jean-Pierre had delivered was the exact opposite.
Big, bold, and crimson red with a fairytale ball-gown silhouette. I had no idea how I was even going to sit in the chair.
One of my staff who introduced herself as Violette explained that I would have a stool propped under my dress, while I sat.
This will be interesting.
He’d placed me in a see-through bodysuit underneath and then wrapped me in layers of floor length tulle. Jeweled embellishments of roses outlined the bottom.
Violette guided me to the room where I would perform. Holding my case, I took my time walking. Chatter rose from the room’s direction.
People are already here.
My nerves went on edge.
When I entered, everyone went silent for a few seconds and then returned to their conversations.
Holy shit.
More guests filled the room than the first private party I’d performed for him. At the other, there’d only been a handful of guests. This time, there were closer to thirty.
In each corner of the room, a woman danced. They looked familiar.
Are they from the Candy Shop?
No other women were present. All the guests were men who sat at tables, probably going back and forth with business.
I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do. I held my violin and stood by the door, scanning the space for Jean-Pierre.
Far off at the center table, he sat there watching me.
As soon as our gazes met, he gestured for me to come over. Rafael sat on his right, he’d been talking to him, but paused, and watched me walk over to them.
I swallowed, not happy to have Rafael’s attention. My fingers shook.
When I approached the table, Jean-Pierre rose. “How are you, mon beau?”
“I’m fine. Thank you.”
The other men at the table rose too. All draped in suits. A few guns flashed under their jackets.
I stirred a little but kept eye contact with Jean-Pierre.
He smiled at my violin. “Will you play for us?”
“Yes. What do you want me to play?”
“The music is in the other room.” He gestured to a closed door. “Come. Let me show you.”
Rafael exchanged glances with a few of the men on the side.
What’s going on?
Jean-Pierre walked off. I followed unable to not stare at his muscled ass as it moved in front of me.
We entered the
room. It was small. A black couch sat in the center. A tiny silver box rested on the cushion.
Jean-Pierre guided me to the couch. “Open the box.”
I sat down by the silver box, picked it up, and unwrapped it. The paper slipped away with ease. A white box lay underneath. I pulled the top off. A tiny silver bullet lay inside. I didn’t need a master’s degree to realize that it was a sex toy.
I looked up at him. “This is my music?”
“It will be a collaboration.” He dug his hands into his pockets and pulled out a tiny remote control.
“A collaboration?”
He pressed the green button on the controller. The toy vibrated in the box. He pressed it again, and the toy stopped.
His voice lowered. “I want to play a game.”
“Okay.”
“First rule is. . .you stop when you want.”
I swallowed.
“If the toy is too much, you can stop playing, excuse yourself, and take it out.”
“Okay.”
My hands shook on my side. A lot of it was anticipation, not fear.
“I want to play a game.”
I stayed seated.
He lowered to his knees right in front of me. “Then, let’s begin.”
A hungry eagerness rushed through me. Had I seen him more yesterday, I may not have been so desperate for his touch. There was so much to the gown.
With a wicked smile, he gathered up the gown’s tulle and gently placed it onto my lap. It puffed up, blocking my view of him. Cool air brushed my thighs. My heartbeat increased.
The tulle ruffled around some more. His sexy voice came next. “Spread your legs.”
My body buzzed from the command. Slowly, I opened my legs.
“Parfait.”
Heat gathered between my legs. Jean-Pierre had this effect on me—he could reduce me to earth-shattering arousal. No man should have that sort of power, but he did, and I craved him.
He slipped his hands up my legs, starting with my ankles and inch by inch making it to my thighs. Lust shivered through me. His fingertips teased me. “Open your legs some more.”
I did. The bottom half of the body suit had to be exposed to his gaze.
My confirmation came, when Jean-Pierre leaned forward and pressed his face against the bodysuit, right against my pussy, and inhaled.
Unable to help myself, I moaned.
My panties were wet. And his face was right there—nose tucked up against my clit. My body’s needs took over. I slid my hands into his hair and curled my fingers around his head.
“Vous êtes une méchante sirène. Il n'y avait jamais d'espoir pour moi.” He peeked above the gown and gazed intensely at me. “When you play, I want you to have this against this lovely clit.”
My pussy ached.
“Okay?”
“Yes.”
“Please stand.”
I did, holding some of the tulle in front of me. He grabbed the silver bullet from the box and dove back under the fabric. The gown was so absurdly big and beautiful, but a whole character on its own. Some of the tulle fell down over him, concealing Jean-Pierre.
He whispered, “Je devrais rester ici pour le reste de la nuit.”
I have to double up on those French lessons. I can’t deal with not knowing what he’s saying.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
“Yes.”
Please.
He slid the crotch of my body suit to the side. I felt the same electrical charge that I’d experienced after the kiss last night. Pure, uncomplicated desire poured over me. My legs shook.
I opened my legs some more.
He grunted, slipping his hands along my thighs. His hands cupped the flesh of my ass and skimmed up over my hips, and down to slide his thumbs along my groin. My mouth went dry, and my heart raced.
I had never wanted anyone as much as I wanted him.
“Tu es une déesse.” He landed a kiss on my thighs.
I moaned.
“Magnifique.” He slipped the toy along my pussy. The vibrator was a hard lump between my thighs.
My body shivered at the possibilities.
I reached down to adjust it, settling it between my labia. It nestled against my clit just right, a solid pressure, and I could imagine what it would feel like when he turned it on.
The thought made me shudder. I would be exposed, helpless, before all of his friends—shaking with pleasure, unable to control myself.
He rubbed the bullet against my clit a little.
I gripped his head. My thighs quivered. I was wet between my legs, and hungry for him, but I didn’t know how to ask for what I wanted. I didn’t even have words for it. I just knew that I craved him. And I would do anything he asked.
“Bientôt,” he whispered.
“Soon.”
Jean-Pierre rose.
Trying to gain my composure, I pushed the tulle back down. He helped me with straightening it.
When we were done, he stepped back and watched me with desire in his gaze. A heavy bulge pushed against his suit pants. The sight of that hard cock intensified the longing that was already rising within me.
He could do anything to me, and I wouldn’t stop him.
I wouldn’t want to.
“The first time I saw you, I was confused about a lot of things. It took time for me to understand the question that came to my mind.” He pulled the remote control back out of his pocket and walked around. He stopped behind me and pressed that bulge of his cock against my ass. “I wasn’t ready to deal with it yet.”
Well. . .I hope the question deals with your cock.
I thought back to Shalimar’s stressing of not being desperate and didn’t know how I would achieve such finesse this evening. He’d teased me long enough. I’d tasted him once and wanted much more for a 100k, or no money at all.
“Do you know what that question was, Eden?” His voice vibrated deep inside me, shooting all the way to the hungry space between my thighs. He’d turned me into a hurricane of pleasure. Lust and sinful sensations spinning around me over and over and smothering me. I ached beyond anything. And he’d barely touched me.
I cleared my throat. “No.”
“It was just one question. Very simple.” His words were a warm gust against my hair. “Can you play the violin, when I play with your pussy?”
I couldn’t speak.
“You’re so good with your Eros, but what about with me?” He walked back in front of me and then he pressed the button, and I had no response for him.
The toy vibrated between my thighs, humming pleasantly against my clit.
My body drowned in pleasure. He might have said something, but I didn’t hear him. Blood rushed in my ears.
He pressed the button.
The vibration ceased.
I caught my breath.
“The next question I wondered was, can you come and play at the same time?”
Panting, I blinked. “That’s a…very good question.”
“You’ve never tried?”
“No…have you?”
“We’re not focused on my coming right now.” He gave me a wicked smile and pressed the button again.
The humming increased. It felt so good. My clit throb. I squirmed and leaned my body against him.
Grunting, he grabbed my waist and held me up. “Moan aime encore ça, et j'arracherai cette robe.”
All I could translate was something about him ripping my gown off.
It didn’t matter.
I was hot all over, buzzing like a bee, and I lifted one of my hands to fist in his shirt, crumpling the expensive fabric, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted to feel him. I wanted to leave my mark on him. Some sort of proof this had actually happened. Was happening.
Oh my god.
I couldn’t breathe. I opened my mouth to suck in a lungful of air. It didn’t help. I shuddered against him, overwhelmed.
He turned it off. “Très bientôt.”
“Very soon.”<
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The vibrations stopped.
Still leaning against him, I whispered, “I want you now.”
He groaned.
I opened my eyes and turned my head upward to look at him.
He gazed back at me, licking his lips. “I’ve waited for a long, long time, Eden. You will wait too.”
I didn’t make you wait that long. It hasn’t even been a week.
The throb between my legs lingered even in the absence of any vibrations. I wanted to say something else but couldn’t think of the words.
“Tonight, you’ll play for my guests.” He breathed me in, pulling my body against his erection. “And then they’ll leave, and I’ll be playing you for the rest of the evening.”
Chapter 17
Foreplay
Eden
I sat in front of an audience. Scary gangsters stared back at me. The dancers had stopped performing and lounged in some of the men’s laps. More woman had arrived. Everyone had someone.
No woman was next to Jean-Pierre, only Rafael. Near Rafael were two women who wore sunglasses.
Violette waited with a velvet cushioned stool. When I got in front of it, she set the stool down, came to me, lifted the back of my dress, and helped me sit down.
Jean-Pierre nodded at me.
I took that as my signal to begin. Raising my violin into proper position, I started with a soft song to get everyone in the spirit of a sensual evening. I also was very aware of the slick silver bullet slipping next to my clit. I couldn’t start too hard of a song because there would be no way that I could pay attention to all the notes if Jean-Pierre decided to press the button.
I can’t believe he wants to do this.
This performance would be my most interesting yet. Nothing would be able to top a gorgeous French gangster controlling my clit as I played.
I began with no problem. A soothing melody.
The whole time I gazed at Jean-Pierre. He licked his lips and then slid his right hand into his pocket. I braced myself for what I knew would come next.
I gripped the bow hard as vibrations hummed between my thighs. It didn’t escalate into the stronger buzzing I’d felt before.
I relaxed a little.
Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.
I went into the melody. Sensual vibrations thrummed against my clit. It wasn’t getting any stronger, but it also wasn’t stopping. Some of the men stirred in their seats. I had no idea if everyone could see the desire on my face, but I drowned in a pool of horniness.
