“Okay,” I quip.
He raises one eyebrow. “Just okay, huh? That easy?”
Paris probably doesn’t realize how it is to grow up in a mafia family. “Believe me, whenever I mention the name of my father, guys run far, far away. Or when they know, they don’t even bother to take one glance at me. The only ones who would dare to stand up for me are my three brothers but they’re kinda obligated, family honor and all. Even the bodyguards who have been appointed to me through the years have kept a safe distance. So, if you think you’re able to handle my father…then hell yes, okay, and double all of that.”
He takes a step closer to me and leans down into my face. “Obviously you don’t know who your Old Man really is, so I’ll give you a solid hint. There’s only one who carries the promise to expel your darkest fear. One they hire to deal with an enemy they can’t face alone. That one? That’s me. And sweetheart…your father hired me for that reason three weeks ago, and I handled the fucking thing for him. There’s no fucking question about me being able to handle him, or if he’s got anything to say about us, because again…You’re. Fucking. Mine.”
“Okay,” I repeat that single word on a whisper because there isn’t any need to give him more.
“Just okay again, huh?” The corner of his mouth twitches. “Not even the slightest bit curious why your father hired me?”
I close my eyes for a brief moment and give a little shake with my head. “No. I’ve learned never to question those things. It doesn’t add to anything relevant for me, so why would I want to know all the details? If it was, I like to think you would have told me more already.”
“Fuck,” he groans and feathers his lips over mine before he adds, “you’re just so damn perfect.”
I’m about to get lost in his touch when he steps back and grabs his phone. He taps it a few times and brings it to his ear, keeping his gaze locked with mine as I listen to a one-sided conversation. “DeVario, Paris. It was just brought to my attention that you’re connected to an issue I’m about to handle… Yes. Always, sir. That’s the only way to keep our ties solid. With that being said, I also need to inform you that your daughter is connected in all of this, but sir?” He winks before he tells my father, “I claimed your daughter before I knew…” He’s clearly getting cut off by my father and I can see his upper lip rising in anger before Paris snaps. “No, that doesn’t make a fucking difference… She’s fucking mine, so you try, and I empathize the try part, because you damn well know you’re going to fail. I’d rather fucking die than to have you take her away from me and not have her in my life… Yeah, that’s right.”
Paris doesn’t waver but takes a deep breath, and I know he’s telling this to my father, but it feels like he’s giving me the same vow so I’m aware. “Just remember, if something happens to her because of your actions…I hereby vow to enter US soil within hours and shoot you point blank without a single inch of regret.”
He just threatened to kill my own father in an effort to show how much I mean to him. The man I just met. The man who stands up for me without fear of anyone. The man who gave me my first orgasm…my Old Man.
I step closer and cup his jaw with my hand while I stand on my toes and brush my lips over his and blurt out the first thing that comes to mind. “I just might adore you right now.”
I can hear my father curse in his ear, but Paris ignores it. His eyes are smoldering and turning into lustful orbs.
Taking the phone from his hand, I put it against my ear and voice the words that hold meaning to me…but most of all, they are very special to him. “Dad, I’m taking the long way home.”
There’s utter silence on the other side and I know he’s shocked with what I’ve just told him. Knowing very well that this is the exact same thing my mother told him when she said yes. My father surprised her with a weekend away to Paris exactly a year after they met and fell in love. He asked her to marry him at the same spot they met. That’s why I wanted to come here, to visit the most romantic city in the world that already holds a special place in my heart.
My mother died over five months ago, and I’ve been trying to get back on my feet ever since. Then my friend got hurt by her asshole boyfriend, so it was a good reason for us both to get away. Take some time off and have fun, combining it with visiting a place so I could reminisce with something my mother would tell me over and over. I wanted to see it for myself.
“Put Paris back on the phone, Lyra.” Is the only response my father gives me, not a hint of emotion in his voice.
Paris takes his phone back and listens before he replies. “Very well. But my vow stands.” And with that he ends the call and tucks his cell away. He gives me a sly smile. “That went well.”
“You think?” I throw back and manage to make those two words drip with sarcasm. “Knowing my dad, he’s already planning what he can do to kill you and haul my fat ass out of Paris.”
His fingers are wrapped around my throat the next instant. “That’s the fucking last time you’ve called yourself fat or insulted that fine ass. Since it’s the first time around me, I’m going to let you off with a warning.”
What? “I…I don’t understand. Why are you angry? No one ever popped a vein over me mentioning my,”
“I fucking dare you to finish that sentence.” His face is so close his breath is stroking my face. “Because your nice, round, gorgeous ass will feel how much I adore it later and will burn for a long fucking time to remind you. No one might have ‘popped a vein’ over the loss of self-respect but you’re mine now. That means your ass belongs to me. You voicing that shit means you’re not only degrading and disrespecting yourself, but me along with it.”
I have to blink a few times to overcome the burning in my eyes. “Noted.” I feel like a compliant little housewife around this guy already, and that makes me swoon in a way I’ve never been able to. There needs to be some balance. I poke the man in his chest and lean into his grip. “But just a reminder, pretty boy, this ass is still attached to me. Therefore I am the one who’s entitled to tell someone to kiss my ass.”
“Oh, baby, I’m the only one who will enjoy not only kissing that ass…but also eating, fucking, and spanking it.” His eyes are burning with a hot promise he just put in his words.
Clearly, we’re not getting anywhere. Well, maybe in each other’s pants. “Shut it. You promised me a shower and Beatrice someone named Titan while you go and make plans, or track down that guy that stole my car.”
“That’s correct, mon petit oiseau. Come on, we’ll get your friend settled and then you can find your way back to our room so I can handle the meeting. When I do leave the clubhouse, Fabien will stay behind for your protection. There will be more, but he’ll be assigned to you alone. Don’t do anything crazy, like leave, so I’ll have to hunt you down when I get back, because I will find you and,”
“Shush. No way I’ll be leaving. I’m going to take that shower and crash in your bed, if that’s okay with you.” I’ll gladly surrender to his thoughtfulness and care.
I’m embracing all of it, all of him.
Chapter 07
***Paris***
It’s been over five damn hours when we finally stroll back into the clubhouse.
“That almost seemed to go too fucking easy,” I mutter to my VP.
Jérôme puts a hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Yeah, brother. But the job isn’t done yet. We managed to take the head off that club, and with that, eliminated the threat toward us. He tied that noose around his neck himself when he went on that personal vendetta and killed your father.”
“Cédric is a good man. He showed great leadership tonight, allowing to hear us out and step up like that. He will lead Coup de Foudre MC with a whole different state of mind. I’m glad Fabien suggested he’d reach out to his old roommate who’s friends with Cédric. That saved a lot of lives,” I sigh in relief.
When I walked into church a few hours earlier we didn’t have that many options. We had to strike back before t
hey would plan another hit against us. Then Fabien mentioned he could probably set up a meeting to discuss an option where Gérard could be hand-delivered to us by his own damn club. Seeing he’s heard rumors that none of the Coup de Foudre MC members were happy with Gérard’s actions. It was worth a try and thank fuck it all worked out. It’s hard to believe that this whole vendetta started out because of an almost fucking accident.
That’s fucking right…road rage. Jérôme was riding behind my father when they were riding down Avenue de la Grande-Armée. Just as they got on the Arc de Triomphe, Gérard came up from behind them and cut my father off. My dad barely managed to prevent the two of them from crashing.
They both got off their bike and instantly started throwing punches. Jérôme had to drag them apart. One moment in time where two people’s lives cross and collide, anger and vengeance building afterwards that eventually led to the death of my father. Gérard waited for his chance and slit my father’s throat when he walked out of a bar three weeks ago.
“Are you coming with me tomorrow, Jérôme?” I ask because he deserves to be there as much as me.
The smile he gives me is all telling. “I gladly accept that invitation. Wouldn’t miss it for the fucking world.”
We’ve dropped Gérard at my father’s house where three brothers are keeping watch. Well, it’s my house now. I fucking love the place where I grew up. It’s an old mansion located a few hours from Paris. It comes with a massive vineyard and a huge water wheel just steps away from the house.
As I said, they’re keeping an eye on Gérard. When we get there tomorrow morning, we’ll have all the time and peace to torture the fuck out of this guy before I kill him slowly. But first we’re gonna need a good night’s sleep. It’s the middle of the night and I can’t wait to slide into my bed where I hope to fuck Lyra is waiting for me.
That’s a first. For me to long for my bed that’s not fucking empty, and for wanting a woman so badly my chest is aching. Not to mention the woman is my Old Lady. Holy shit, that’s not something I would expect me to have so soon…or at any time for that matter.
I didn’t even want to come back here when I got the call about my father three weeks ago. Yeah, I needed to pay my final respects to my father and I damn well knew it was my birthright to take over as the president of the French charter. Not to mention the fact that my blood ran hot with the need to retaliate. But I was enjoying the brotherhood of my American brothers where I’ve stayed for a few years. Ronin is the president of the US Lost Valkyries MC charter, and even though he’s two years younger than I am, I’ve learned so fucking much from that man.
That was the whole reason my father sent me there. Because he already taught me everything he knew and said it was time for me to get a look at how others run their club. These last three weeks I’ve felt lost and was still coping with a lot of hurt and loss. Totally off balance and searching for a way to find my place in all this mess. For fuck’s sake, it’s been hours since she came into my life and yet it feels like she rocked my world back into place.
“Catch you later, dude,” Jérôme tells me and disappears into his room.
I stroll into mine and lock the door behind me. When I glance over to the bed I see my gorgeous woman is sleeping. Her hair is draped over the pillow like a wild sea. The white sheet is covering up her body just over her fantastic tits. I can tell she’s fucking naked and waiting just for me.
In the shimmering darkness that’s all I see, and I fucking regret I can’t fully enjoy her magnificent beauty. That’s the damn reason I flip on the lights. I can’t help but smirk when I see her cover her eyes with both hands while she turns her face toward the door where I’m standing. Like I said…magnificent beauty, and it’s all aimed at, and for, me.
Plunging the room into darkness again, I stalk to the bed and flip the switch of the lamp that’s on the bedside table. A little less right in her face, yet it still gives me enough to see all of her. I can’t get enough. Life goes by so fucking fast and with the stuff I’ve seen and been through, I’m very aware it could be over in the blink of an eye.
This makes me enjoy and savor the beauty in front of me even more. To take my time to learn her body, her brain, and her personality that she graces me with. Sometimes you have a gut feeling where you know something is right. Or most definitely when it’s not. Deep down, I knew that when I met Lyra it was as if I recognized my counterpart. The person that hit my body with full-blown lust, my chest pounding with longing, and my brain mauling for the need to claim.
I strip off my clothes while keeping my gaze locked with hers. She openly checks me out and my cock hardens even more.
“I’ll be back in five.” My voice is drenched with lust. “I need a shower before I slide into bed, and inside you. But first I need for you to warm up that body. Put your fingers on that sweet cunt and play with yourself. That way you’ll save me some work when I put my mouth on you and suck an orgasm straight from your body. Okay?”
She swallows and nods. That’s fucking perfect. She’s speechless while I see her hand sliding down underneath the sheet and finding her cunt to get that heavenly place ready for me. I stride into the bathroom and make fast work of washing up because I truly can’t wait to taste her. One last look in the mirror has me smiling at my own damn reflection. For the first time in my life it seems I’ve gained something I never knew I was missing.
When I stroll back into the bedroom I’m damn near cut off from taking air into my lungs. Lyra threw off the sheet and is finger fucking herself. Eyes fucking closed and moaning in a way where I know she’s close to coming.
“Stop,” I snap and her eyes flash open.
Her cheeks are flushed red and I can tell her whole body is as tight as a string, all worked up. Very nice.
“Good girl. Now spread those legs wider,” I demand and put one knee on the bed before I place my elbows on the mattress and hover my face above that sweet cunt that’s already puffy and glistening from the attention she gave it.
My eyes travel up her gorgeous body to see her tits rising and falling, rapid breaths leave her as her smoldering gaze hits me. The longing in there is almost my undoing. A huge fucking world where millions of people never cross paths and yet I’ve found the one person who I feel completes me. How fucking lucky is that, huh?
“You’re my first, and I might add, my only weakness,” I tell her with a fierce tone that comes out hard, even to my own ears.
All because of what happened, how fast I fell for her, how Gérard attacked, how she collided and got wrapped in all of it. It’s only been me my whole life and now it’s us. She’s ignited emotions and feelings inside me that have never roared through my veins.
I take a deep breath before adding the next words to explain myself more correctly. “I can hardly say I love the fuck out of you ‘cause we just met, but I can’t put it any other way… love-struck, like damn lightning that came out of nowhere and hit hard.”
Her hands slide into my hair and pull me down to her cunt while she murmurs, “Hmmm…to be enamored by a certain President…the City of Love, I gladly reach for the heart of Paris.
“No need to reach, mon amour.” I slide my tongue through her folds. “You snatched that sucker straight from my chest.”
Lyra’s eyes widen and before she can tumble one word over those plump lips, I cover her clit with my mouth and start to suck. She gasps as her head falls back, spilling sexy as fuck moans while she writhes beneath me. Magnificent woman.
Chapter 08
***Lyra***
Oh, God. This man is amazing. He knows exactly how to work my body to make it melt underneath his touch. Before he makes it light up with a stream of flames I might add. The orgasm he gave me just now blew my mind.
Ever so slowly he moves up my body, his hands placed above my shoulders as he hovers above me. “Turn around, Lyla. Tits against the mattress.”
He doesn’t move an inch. How am I supposed to obey? Pull my leg up and risk kicking him in t
he jewels? Risk injuring that magnificent dick I’ve only felt inside me once?
It’s as if he can hear my thoughts when he chuckles and steps off the bed. He crosses his arms in front of his chest. Waiting. His dick pointing up as if it’s trying to reach for his navel and succeeding at it. Magnificent. Holy hell this man is intimidating the lustful hell out of me. So overwhelming that it’s more than I can take.
My throat clogs up and I manage to turn just in time to hide my face in the pillow. I can feel tears burning in my eyes due to the overwhelming feelings this man rips from my body.
The mattress dips and his heat collides with my skin before he covers me with his body. His mouth is close to my ear while one of his hands slides over my hip trailing up to my arm, over my hand where he laces his fingers with mine into a tight hold. His dick is pinned between our bodies and already pressing at the spot where I need it the most.
Yet he doesn’t move. He nuzzles my neck before he nips my ear. “I can’t express how good you feel beneath me, ma chéri.”
Melting…
Those words, the French accent, the emotion within them, all cause me to spill tears. He rips feelings from me I didn’t think I ever had or gave a place or function. No one has ever given me the kind of attention, respect, and affection he graces me with. He’s most definitely it for me; a step forward in the future and a risk I’m willing to extend my heart to.
A sob escapes me and Paris instantly freezes above me. He slides off me and takes my face in his hands. “Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas?” Concern laces his words.
I don’t know what he just said, but the way he voiced those words makes it obvious that he’s concerned about me. “You just swooped me off my feet in every way possible. I’m not used…I’ve never…you’re…everything.”
“You’re my everything, Lyra. My feelings might not spill over and fall from my body freely, but they are just as fierce on the inside. For you, Lyra…for you. All my life I’ve been looking in the mirror at my reflection, never a telltale of meaning to the fact that’s called living. But now I know. You’re the reason I was put in this world and take one breath at time.”
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