Violet Addiction

by Kirsty Dallas

  I was in my element, on stage, the lights shining brightly, sending the sparkling silver fabric of my dress into some glamorous form of a human mirror ball effect. Cain sat at the piano, his suit washing over his body like a black sheet of male perfection. Tied back in a neat bun, his hair was pulled away from his face, leaving those high cheek bones and piercing baby blues on show for the world to gush over. He currently watched me with an amused tilt to his lips. He knew how much I was enjoying this show. Our host was renowned rocker Jimmy Swivel, lead guitarist for Last Scream. We had played on his property three years ago for his wedding reception. Tonight we were back to sing for his daughter’s sweet sixteen. With the crowd piled too many rows deep to count, dancing and singing with a youthful vibrancy more levelheaded adults would be in awe of, I was having the night of my life. I had been nervous about playing here and for good reason. At Jimmy and Katie’s wedding, Cain and I had gotten ourselves royally drunk, and I had added enough cocaine to my system to fly to the moon and back. I had also found myself pressed up against a bathroom wall by Last Scream’s lead singer, Benji Flack, and screwed into an oblivious mess of lustful, screaming female. Not one of my finer moments, but few of my moments were.

  After having finally sung our last set a little before midnight, Cain pulled me to the bar and ordered us both orange juices. The beautiful, young woman behind the bar gave Cain a mocking question with one perfectly arched brow. Cain shrugged and gave me a wink.

  “How about we get crazy and have it on the rocks?” I rolled my eyes but grinned, while the not so impressed bartender poured our boring cocktails of orange juice and ice. Even though it was an underage party and we had been told that there would be no underage drinking, alcohol was plentiful and being passed freely around the mostly teenage guest list. There was nothing like an opulent, giant tent full of adolescent drunks to help reinforce my no alcohol policy. When a group of barely covered teenage girls stumbled to the bar and flirted in an embarrassingly shameless manner with Cain, I shook my head. Pulling himself free, he guided me away from the gaggle of giggling hormones.

  “Thanks for the save,” he mumbled.

  “Tell me I was never like that,” I sighed, watching the girls order sweet cocktails that were far too palatable and easy for a young woman to lose her inhibitions to.

  Cain looped his arm around my neck and kissed my temple. “You were never like that.” He took a small sip from his drink. “You were much, much worse.” I thumped him on the chest with the back of my hand. Cain steered us towards Harry who, of course, had been invited. Harry was invited to everything, and I was beginning to think he was more popular than Cain and I.

  “Did you know the female attendants in the bathrooms will give blow jobs for a substantial tip? Nobody throws a party like Jimmy,” Harry exclaimed with a grin.

  I scrunched up my nose, more than a little disgusted, but not surprised.

  “Cain Everett, long time, brother,” shouted a familiar voice from beside us.

  I cringed, but I don’t think Cain noticed as he dropped his arm from my shoulders and gave Benji Flack one of those disturbingly complicated handshakes that were obviously part of some secret men’s club. He was a good looking man, his gorgeous body heavily tattooed, his hair shaved close to his scalp, dark brown eyes promising all sorts of naughtiness. “And, sweet Violet, it’s been too long, honey,” he crooned, pressing a kiss to my cheek. Cain was unaware of my one night with Benji, and I wanted to keep it that way. I pulled back, being sure to keep a slither of space between Benji and me.

  “Looking good, Benji, no doubt all the success attributed to ‘Lost Cause’,” said Harry, clinking his beer against Benji’s in a congratulatory manner. “Lost Cause” was Last Scream’s single that released three months ago and was still hovering around the top of the charts.

  “What can I say? I wrote a song telling all the ladies that I am, in fact, a lost cause, and now they want me even more.” Benji, never one to be bashful. He tugged on the hand of a beautiful, dark skinned woman who stood slightly to one side behind him. “Allow me to introduce Lisette.” The beautiful woman, who stood easily six feet tall with flawless, ebony skin and a head of carefully braided plaits twisted into mountain on her head, gave a polite nod. “This is Violet, Harry, and Cain,” Benji continued with the introductions.

  “It is lovely to meet you all,” she purred with a thick French accent.

  “Lisette is the latest angel to join Victoria’s Secret. She also plays the piano and is a big fan of yours, Cain.” Benji leaned in to whisper, none to quietly, in Harry and Cain’s direction, “She also loves to do things in threes, if you catch my drift.” He wiggled his eyebrows mischievously and rather than being embarrassed or disgusted, Lisette giggled. Giggled! Benji gave Lisette a gentle nudge in Cain and Harry’s direction. Harry’s eyes lit up like a virgin on prom night, and Cain’s expression remained polite but neutral. He courteously began answering Lisette’s musical questions while Harry watched, open mouth and all. When a firm body pressed against my back, I knew immediately who the culprit was. “Now that I’ve got your guard dogs heeled for the rest of the evening, how about you and me go take a stroll down memory lane?” Benji’s breath stunk of cigarette and beer. Regardless of how handsome he was, I was not attracted to him. It must have taken a hell of a lot of alcohol and coke to get me in the mood last time we had been in this very predicament.

  “I think the past is best left where it belongs, in the past,” I snapped. When I tried to take a small step away from the heat of Benji’s body, he grabbed my hand and pulled it behind my back, between our bodies, pressing my fingers firmly over the hard length of his obvious desire. I tried to snatch my hand away, but Benji held tight.

  “I’ve got something to help get you in the mood. A few lines and my mouth on your pussy will have you aching for me in no time.” More than a little repulsed with his offer, I tried, once again, to step away. He was holding my wrist so tight, I knew it would leave a mark. I gave him my best you’re-going-to-die glare, prepared to follow it up with a barrage of profanity, when a strong, warm hand encircled the back of my neck. My gaze swung around to see a very pissed off Cain Everett standing before me, gently guiding me away from Benji and into his body. I went willingly, as if being drawn from the arms of the devil into the embrace of an angel.

  “We okay here?” Cain asked through gritted teeth.

  “Violet and I were just going to take a walk,” Benji said with a confidence that pissed me off. I have no doubt Cain felt the sudden rigidness in my body. His fingers rubbed the back of my neck in an almost soothing manner as he reached for my hand and raised it between us. His thumb rubbed my wrist in a comforting way, as if he knew Benji’s touch had been rough. Then he raised my hand to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to the back before glaring over my shoulder at Benji.

  “I got the impression she wasn’t interested,” Cain said with a raised brow, his calm voice belying the anger I knew simmered beneath.

  “Come on, Cain, stop playing the protective brother. Violet’s a big girl, and she can be with whomever she chooses. If she wants to go on a walk with me, let her.”

  Fury raged inside me at his bold assumption that I would simply fall into bed with him. I guess my past behavior had left that kind of impression, and that just made me angrier. When I would have spun around to hurl a mouthful of verbal abuse in Benji’s direction, Cain’s hand at my neck held me steady.

  “I can guarantee you that what I have for Violet is not brotherly love.” My gaze rose to Cain’s, but his eyes never left Benji’s. “Whatever you might have shared with her in the past, won’t be happening again. She is mine, and if anyone’s mouth is going to be on any part of her body, it will be mine.” Benji looked shocked. “We clear now?” Cain asked.

  Benji raised his hands and nodded. “Sorry, brother, I didn’t realize that you guys had moved past the kindergarten crush. I wouldn’t indulge on someone else’s territory, unless invited.” Benji winked. �
�So, if you ever want to invite me, you have my number.” Before I could scream in outrage, Benji disappeared into the crowd, and Cain pressed his lips against mine. After a quick but desperate kiss, he pulled away, but one hand on the back of my neck kept us connected.

  “I’m your territory?” I growled, albeit a little breathlessly.

  “Benji’s words, not mine, baby.”

  I shook my head. “What about all that throwing around the word ‘mine’, like some dog pissing on his favorite lamp post,” I huffed indignantly, trying to keep my voice down from the few lingering guests who were trying unsuccessfully to look as though they were ignoring us.

  “Violet, you are mine just as much as I am yours, and if Lisette had put her hands on me just now, I have no doubt you would be rubbing yourself all over me in an attempt to reclaim your possession.” The thought of Lisette touching Cain brought with it a surge of jealousy, and I realized just how pissed off Cain was and rightly so.

  “I’d probably drag you off to the nearest closest and climb your body like you were nothing but a jungle gym.” Cain’s eyes flared with interest. “Before you go getting any ideas, I need to pee.” The corner of his mouth tipped into a small smile. Over Cain’s shoulder, Harry was doing his best to keep Lisette’s undivided attention on himself.

  “Let me walk you in case any other arrogant rockers try to stake their claim on you.”

  “You’re still talking about me like I’m a bitch in heat,” I grumbled angrily. Cain kissed my temple in that comforting and loving way that melted my temper instantly.

  “The dogs are all male, baby, myself included, and we are all reduced to possessive animals when in the presence of a woman as perfect as you.”

  “Compliments will get you everywhere, Mr. Everett,” I whispered with a smile. Cain found a bar close to the bathrooms and waited. While in the safety of a quiet stall, I let out a deep sigh, casting out the tension the run-in with Benji had caused. After a few deep breaths, a calming technique taught to me by the wise and wonderful Dr. Brightman, I took care of my body’s needs. As I fixed my dress, a gaggle of teenage girls entered the bathroom.

  “Jimmy is so fucking sexy. I’m going to give him a blow job,” one of the girls sang. I instantly disliked her.

  “He’s married!” another said, outraged. I liked this one.

  “So, hasn’t stopped him from stepping out in the past,” said the first girl.

  “Benji is a sure thing,” said another girl. “And trust me, he has a huge dick.” My brow creased with mortification. These girls sounded so young to be speaking so bluntly. I’d be a hypocrite if I tried to convince myself that I had been any better than them though. I was a seasoned coke addict by the time I was their age.

  “Hurry up, I saw Cain Everett alone at the bar just now, and if I can’t have Jimmy, he’s a damn fine runner up.” The girls laughed.

  “You are such a whore, Ricci.”

  “Uh-huh, I came to terms with that years ago.”

  “I heard Cain is seeing Violet,” said the one who had some resemblance to morals.

  “So, she’s a has-been junkie hooker who fucked her way through life for her next hit. My mom said she grew up in a trailer park and her parents were junkies, too. There’s no way Cain would want forever with that skanky, white trash bitch. You never know; I could be his forever. I’m younger, hotter, and richer, just what a man like Cain Everett needs.”

  I was mortified, but still managed to be irritated that her mother had gotten her facts slightly wrong. I had, in fact, grown up in a house, not a trailer park.

  “Maybe he likes to fuck girls in the ass, and that’s why he’s doing Violet. She’s easy.” My hand clamped over my mouth before a stifled moan of horror could escape.

  “Oh my god, Layla! Have you ever been fucked in the ass? It’s amazing and trailer trash whores aren’t the only ones begging to be mounted.” The girls all laughed and I stood frozen at the callous, disturbing conversation.

  “Come on, let’s go see if Cain wants to mount one of us.”

  The bathroom emptied just as fast as it had filled, and I pushed my door open, my stark, pale reflection staring back at me from the mirror. I was furious, appalled, and more than anything, shocked to the core that a teenage girl, who had never met me in her life, pinned me for what I had always assumed I was, trash. Worthlessness settled over me like a familiar blanket. Memories assaulted me, the despicable things I had done for a hit or men I had screwed while high. I was no better than the foul mouthed girls who had obviously so little respect for themselves. A loud pounding on the door caught my attention.

  “Violet, come out now or I’m coming in.”

  I quickly fixed my hair and strolled from the bathroom, trying my hardest to wear a confidence I didn’t feel.

  “What the hell is wrong with girls these days…” Cain’s words died off as he took me in. Cain always had been and still was far too perceptive. “Violet, what’s wrong?” His voice gentled as he pulled me away from the bathroom. I cast a quick glance in the direction of a group of girls who stood by the bar, staring at me with both shock and a little too much haughtiness. Cain followed my gaze but didn’t say anything.

  “Nothing, I’m just tired and sick of this pretentious crowd. I think I might head home, but if you want to stay…”

  Cain’s finger covered my lips. “Don’t even say it. There is no way I want to be here without you, and there is no way I’d let you go home alone, even if I did want to stay.”

  We caught a cab home and were barely through the door before Cain began kissing me with a passion I was coming to know well. His reverent worshipping of me and my body had taken me a little by surprise to begin with. Having never been in a long term relationship, I assumed the hunger for each other would be quickly quenched and replaced with quiet, slow loving. If anything, Cain’s kisses and need for me seemed to grow, not diminish. And my desire for him was just as strong as the first time he had ever touched me. Tonight however, I felt dirty, tarnished, and unworthy. I wanted to shower in an attempt to wash away the filth of my sins.

  “Get a room,” murmured a sedate Mya who sat at her laptop in the dimly lit living room. Cain chuckled, and without a word led me to my bedroom.

  “I just want to take a shower,” I breathed, pulling my head away when he would have kissed me. Cain paused, his penetrating eyes carving a path under my skin and right to my soul.

  “Don’t let the actions of others dictate how far you’ve come, Violet.” His whispered words were loud in the quiet stillness of my dark room. I didn’t want to hear them though; it was easier to accept the flaws in myself. His hands gripped my cheeks, and his striking blue eyes held mine. “I won’t lose you to the indifference of others.”

  I took a deep breath, taking in the clean and wholesome scent of Cain. No cigarettes clung to his breath like they did with Benji. There was no heavy stain of alcohol on his breath, just clean, pure Cain Everett. Perhaps my sins might be better cleaned away under the masterful hands of Cain. I pressed him hard against the door behind him, kissing him with a desperation that made me clumsy.

  “Slow down, baby. I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered.

  I took a deep breath and stepped away. “Strip,” I practically growled, and Cain smiled like a kid on Christmas morning.

  “You didn’t say please,” he purred. I arched a brow, and he continued to stand defiantly still.

  “Cain Everett, if you remove your clothes, I will drop to my knees, take you in my mouth, and blow not only your dick, but your mind. So please strip.” I put a little emphasis on the please, but I didn’t need to. He had already ripped open his button down shirt, buttons pinging off in all directions, and I only had to mention the word ‘blow’. Once he stood before me naked, I took in the impressive length of his body, his desire for me standing proudly to attention. I felt a silent thrill at being completely dressed yet able to garner this response from Cain. I sunk to my knees, and as promised, took him in my mouth.
He groaned loudly, followed by a heavy thump against the door. When I looked up, his head was rested back, his eyes closed. I took him deep and sucked hard.

  “Ohhhh fuck, shit, fuck…me.” He was completely incoherent, and I smiled, allowing him to almost slip from my lips before taking him deep into the back of my throat once again. I repeated the action several times, sucking and licking. Suddenly, Cain grabbed at his hard, heavy cock and pinched the head, pushing me gently to one side. “Motherfucker,” he growled, evidently trying to stave off an orgasm. Once he seemed to have control again, he glanced down at my smiling face. He shook his head and pulled me up by my arms. “No time for that,” he said, turning me around and pushing me forward so my elbows were resting on the bed. Dragging my long dress up my legs and bunching it at my waist, Cain lowered himself and nipped gently at one globe of my ass. I was laughing at how quickly I had managed to make him lose control, quite pleased with my efforts as he pulled my G-string aside and began to stroke between my legs. I couldn’t stifle the amusement over his obvious desperation. My laughter quickly died though when he replaced his hand with his mouth, and my long drawn out moan joined our restless panting. “I don’t have the patience to love you like I want to.” Cain rose to his feet and positioned himself at my entrance, thrusting forward with a short but sure stoke. Once fully seated, he wrapped his hands around my waist and began pounding into my body hard and fast. His skin was like burning fire against mine as he leaned forward, his teeth nipping gently at my shoulder. “See, baby, you turn me into a fucking animal,” he growled, pushing me forward with so much force that I found myself flat on my stomach while Cain continued to thrust and retreat, the sweat from our bodies meeting at Cain’s chest and my back. He didn’t stop, didn’t pause, didn’t alter his rhythm until I screamed into the bed, my orgasm tumbling through my body so hard and fast I didn’t have a chance to stave it off as Cain had done his own. This time, he followed, his own roar of satisfaction called out into the darkness of the night. When he finally collapsed over my body, I noticed the loud music coming from outside the door to my bedroom. I laughed and Cain groaned. “Damn, it feels good when you do that.” He moved his hips to accentuate exactly where it felt good. Rolling off me, Cain helped pull me up the bed and under the covers. After a long drawn out sigh, he dragged my back against his front and relaxed. “I don’t know what happened tonight or where you went in your head, but you should know, wherever you go I’m gonna follow.” I grabbed his arms and pulled them tighter around myself, as if Cain’s presence alone could fend off the feelings of worthlessness.