Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance)

by Phoenix Daniels

  The driver opened the door and reached in to assist Natasha, but Gianni stepped out first so that he could assist her himself. Natasha laughed to herself, remembering how Gianni felt about other men helping Natasha out of a vehicle.

  Natasha stepped out and gaped at Gianni’s home. “Gianni, your home is breathtaking.”

  “Our home,” he corrected as he took her hand.

  A woman approached, and Natasha recognized her as Selene, Gianni’s personal assistant. Natasha remembered her embarrassment at being ditched in the middle of the night by Gianni. Selene’s warm smile was welcoming, and Natasha found herself happy to see her again.

  “Welcome to Chateau de Tempete, Mrs. Storm,” she shouted with glee.

  Selene grabbed Natasha’s shoulders and kissed her on both cheeks.

  “Thank you, ma’am. It’s beautiful.”

  “Yes. You’ll love it. If you need anything please let me know.”

  “Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

  “Please call me Selene,” she insisted.

  “Thank you, Selene.”

  “Bonjour,” Gianni interrupted, as if he was being neglected.

  “Bienvenue a la maison,” she responded quickly before whisking Natasha away.

  She walked Natasha past the staff saying, “I’ll introduce you to the staff later, but right now I’d like to show you around.”

  Selene seemed almost as excited by Natasha’s presence. She led her inside, and Natasha froze where she stood. Her breath caught at the beauty that surrounded her. It was like a Parisian museum. She had never seen a home so beautiful. It was one big work of French provincial art.

  Selene gave Natasha a quick tour of the enormous palace. The entire house was impressive, but she was still taken aback by the kitchen. It had to be bigger and more state of the art than any restaurant. Now they were headed up the stairs, so that Selene could show Natasha to the master bedroom. Natasha didn’t get much sleep on the plane, and she wanted to take a nap before her date with Paris’ nightlife. Gianni stood at the top of the stairs. His eyes sparkled, and his smile was brilliant.

  “Merci, Selene. I’ll take it from here.”

  “Qui, monsieur.” she responded with a nod.

  Selene grabbed Natasha’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “Welcome home.”

  Natasha turned to Selene, baffled by her statement. “Home?”

  “Qui, home. This is Storm Castle. Is it not?”

  She smiled. Again, a warm smile that reached her eyes.

  “You are a Storm,” she said happily, before turning around and walking down the stairs.

  Natasha turned to Gianni. He was still smiling at the top of the stairs.

  She asked as she joined him, “What’s got you grinning from ear to ear?”

  “I’ve dreamt of this moment. You walking up those stairs and me waiting here for you.”

  He took her hand and placed it to his lips. Natasha’s body instantly excited. She tingled all over every time he touched her. She had never had such a strong reaction to a man before. She ran her hand over his soft stubble and smiled.

  “Gianni, you’re so beautiful,” she swooned.

  He chuckled, “Again with the beautiful?” Swooping Natasha up and into his arms, he told her, “I wanted to do this outside, but Selene stole you away from me.”

  Giggling as she held on tight to his neck, Natasha said, “She seems genuinely happy that I’m here.”

  “She is. She has been waiting on me to find a ‘good girl’ to settle down with. I didn’t have the heart to tell her that you can be very bad.” Then he began nibbling Natasha’s ear, causing her to giggle even more.

  Gianni carried her to the end of a long hall and through an open door. He walked her inside and placed her on her feet in the middle of the room.

  “Our suite,” he announced.

  Natasha’s mouth dropped open. The bedroom was unlike anything that she’d ever seen. With the enormous brick fireplace and the gigantic poster bed, the room was fit for royalty. The gold and red decor screamed luxury and... sex. Natasha walked over to the bed and ran her hands down the intricate carvings of nude women on the post.

  “Oh, Gianni. This is stunning,” she exhaled. “You sleep here when you come home

  on the weekends?”

  “No. This was built for you.”

  “Me?”

  “You. My wife. Oh, speaking of which, when are you going to change your name?”

  Natasha was shocked by the change in subjects. “Well, since the cats out of the bag, I guess right away.”

  “Bien,” he said, kissing her forehead.

  “Gianni?”

  “Yes?”

  “Do you worry? You know... because we got married by accident, within a month of knowing each other.”

  “No, Natasha, I don’t worry. Our marriage is not an accident. Everything happens for a reason. I have never been afraid of love, nor commitment. I just hadn’t met a woman that I didn’t want to be without, until you. There is no exact amount of time that determines when it’s ok to fall in love. So, no, I am not afraid.

  I’m happy. And, I’m going to make damn sure that you’re happy too.”

  “I am happy Gianni,” she admitted. “But exhausted. I need a bath and a nap before we go out.”

  Gianni slipped one hand around her, to the small of her back, while the other gripped her ass. He kissed her with such hunger that Natasha was rethinking her decision to take a nap. Her heart began to race, and her sex began to throb. Natasha slipped her hand between them and slowly massaged his package. Gianni inhaled sharply and pulled away.

  “I’m sorry. You’re tired. I’ll run you a bath,” he said, damn near panting.

  “Yes, but, first...” Natasha stepped closer to him and slowly dropped to her knees. “... I wanna thank you for bringing me to Paris.”

  She made quick work of unbuckling his belt, undoing his pants, and sliding them, along with his underwear, down to his ankles. Natasha wrapped her fingers around his thick rigid dick and stroked. She leaned in, licking his balls. She sucked them in, one at a time, while stroking his dick.

  “Mm hmm,” Gianni moaned.

  Natasha licked the throbbing vein that ran the length of his dick, before inserting him into her mouth. She took him in as deep as she could and pulled back slowly. She went deeper and deeper with each turn, until the head of his dick tapped her throat.

  He panted. “Si bon mon amour. Ugh... So fucking good!”

  Natasha stroked his shaft as she hungrily milked his dick. Gianni’s legs began to quiver, and his hands moved to Natasha’s head.

  “Agh... Fuck me! I’m almost there. I’m gonna cum!”

  Gianni’s moans grew louder. He tightened his grip on her head and drove his dick into her mouth. In order to avoid gagging, Natasha made sure to breath out of her nose. She closed her lips over her teeth and grabbed Gianni’s tight ass and pulled, urging him to go deeper. She couldn’t began to describe the satisfaction she got from pleasuring her man.

  “Ugh! Damn it! Na... Tash... Ugh!”

  Natasha hummed when Gianni’s dick swelled, and hot semen pulsed onto her tongue. Gianni was practically wheezing as he emptied himself in Natasha’s mouth. She looked up at Gianni, into his eyes, and happily swallowed his seed. Gianni fell to his knees and dropped his head on Natasha shoulder.

  “Agh, woman,” he sighed. “You’re welcome.”

  ************

  Natasha was fully refreshed and ready to see Paris at night. Earlier she and Gianni had taken a long bath and napped for hours. Quickly inspecting herself in the mirror, she smoothed a hair in place, loving her sleek bob in Paris. She felt as if she was channeling Josephine Baker. But since Gianni was waiting for her downstairs, she channeled a little faster. She dabbed on a little lip gloss, tossed it in her clutch, and left the bedroom. Natasha click-clacked down the hall and held the rail as she carefully walked down the stairs, in the super high stilettos that Gianni picked out for her to w
ear. They were an accessory to the red silk strapless jumpsuit that he picked out.

  Natasha reached the bottom of the stairs, where Gianni was waiting with two glasses of champagne. He was blindingly hot in a black suit charcoal and black shirt, that was unbuttoned at the collar. Gianni kissed her forehead and handed her a glass.

  “Natasha, you look amazing.”

  “Thank you. And you look like a walking sin,” she replied, before taking a sip. “Oh God, this is delicious.”

  Gianni mumbled, “Like sin, huh?”

  He grinned and finished his champagne. Natasha downed the rest, and before she could figure out where to put the glass, a housekeeper appeared. She smiled and took their glasses. Gianni grabbed Natasha’s hand and led her outside. It was a warm beautiful night, and Natasha was excited. She couldn’t wait to see what Gianni did every weekend. He placed his hand in the small of her back and walked her over to a waiting limo. The driver opened the back door, and Gianni assisted Natasha inside.

  “You have the most incredible ass that I have ever seen,” he commented, climbing in behind her.

  Giggling, Natasha retorted, “Thanks.”

  Natasha was grateful that it was dark inside the limo, because she was certain that she was blushing. The driver hopped in the front seat and they were off.

  Natasha was mesmerized by the bright lights and beautiful architecture as they decided, right then and there, that she was going to learn the language.

  Minutes later, the limo came to a stop and the back door was opened. As they climbed out of the limo, Natasha noticed a crowd of well-dressed people laughing and talking in front of a beautiful building with a huge arching window.

  “Welcome to La Tempete,” Gianni whispered in her ear.

  He escorted her through the crowd and inside the restaurant. The hostess, literally, tripped over a patron to get to Gianni.

  “Bonjour Monsieur, Storm,” she said in a nervous high-pitched tone.

  Gianni greeted the woman in French and guided Natasha to an elevator. When they entered, he pushed the button for the third floor. Once they arrived, Natasha stepped off of the elevator and right into a dream. There was one table in the middle of the room and fresh flowers everywhere. Through the windows, the bright lights of Paris were like an exquisite painting.

  “Gianni, your restaurant is incredible.”

  “Our restaurant. And since you don’t enjoy your money, I’m going to make sure that you enjoy mine.”

  Gianni pulled her over to a beautifully set table, where they drank champagne, talked dirty to each other, and devoured every delicious dish that was placed in front of them. Natasha was having such a wonderful time with Gianni that she practically danced out of the restaurant and toward the limo. She was ready to hit the nightclub. Gianni tugged at her hand and stopped her from getting in.

  “Wait, my love. The club is right there,” he said, pointing across the street.

  “Oh. Wow that’s convenient.” Natasha said, looking up at the large marquee with bright dancing lights, and French writing that read, “La Tempete Rouge.”

  They crossed the street, hand in hand and bypassed a long line of people waiting to get inside. The club was designed to mimic an opera house with sheer red drapes hanging from box seats. On the main floor, there were round tables and a huge stage. A beautiful woman with long blonde hair was singing softly in French. Since all of the tables were full and the bar areas were crowded, Natasha guessed that the people waiting outside had no chance of getting in any time soon.

  Gianni led Natasha through the club and to an elevator that was guarded by a bouncer. He nodded and stepped out of the way. When they entered, Gianni punched in a code and they ascended. When the elevator opened, they stepped into what Natasha assumed was the VIP section. There was a fully stocked bar, manned by two bartenders. The walls were made of glass, floor to ceiling, and overlooking the entire club. There were three waitresses on standby, but as soon as they spotted Gianni, two scrambled to the bar and the other to Gianni. They sat at a table with a perfect view of the stage. The waitress sat a bottle of champagne on the table and spoke something to Gianni in French.

  “Bonjour Chanel. Parlez–vous Anglais?”

  “Qui. Yes. I speak English,” she responded to Gianni proudly.

  “Good. Chanel, this is my wife, Natasha.”

  “Hello Madame Storm. What you like... um... drink?”

  Natasha smiled, thinking that Chanel’s broken English was cute. “Champagne is good. Merci Chanel.”

  Just as Chanel stepped away, Gianni stood from the table, smiling. Natasha turned to see who had put a smile on his face. Behind her were two men in dark suits. One was Francis Savelli, the man she’d met in Vegas, and later found out that he was Gianni’s cousin. And the other was as tall as Gianni, with short black hair and dark brown eyes. He would’ve been quite handsome had he not looked like he was capable of killing someone without remorse. Natasha knew that she was prejudging him, but, being a cop, she’d seen the type before.

  Natasha stood and turned around. She was never comfortable with strangers standing behind her. Francis smiled and reached for her hand. Natasha placed her hand in his. He gently caressed her hand.

  “Natasha, it’s nice to see you again.”

  “Hi, Francis. It’s good to see you,” she responded, returning his smile.

  “Call me Frank, please.”

  Natasha nodded her agreement and Frank released her hand. Behind him, the elevator doors opened and five women stepped off, one of which was Coco. Before Natasha could roll her eyes, the tall man took her in his arms and embraced her warmly. Natasha stilled, startled by the man’s over affectionate behavior. The man looked down at Natasha and said, “Welcome to the family Bella.”

  Natasha relaxed a little. He was family and he had a thick Italian accent. The man holding her must have been Luca Savelli.

  Natasha smiled up at him. “Thank you. Luca?”

  “That’s right! I’m your new cousin.”

  “Funny, I have never seen you embrace our other cousins this way,” Gianni said, walking around the table.

  He pried Natasha from Luca’s arms and hugged her waist from behind. Everyone including Natasha laughed at Gianni’s possessiveness. Chanel brought over more champagne and they all sat at the table and enjoyed the Parisian melody coming from the singer on stage.

  Eventually the other women, including Coco, migrated to their table. Chanel, along with the other servers, placed shot glasses filled with clear liquid on the table. Natasha thought to herself, ‘What the hell, I’m in Paris’. She knocked back her shot. They danced, and everyone that knew French sang along. Natasha was having a ball and, so far, she was loving Paris. Eventually, Luca and Frank regaled her with stories of Gianni’s childhood. She eagerly listened as they demolished more shots. Soon after, the inebriation of the other women was starting to show. They began to get seriously familiar with each other by kissing and rubbing each other in intimate places. And when one of the women spread the thighs of the other and feasted on her, Francis and Luca were clearly amused. The show in VIP was apparently much more entertaining than the woman pouring her heart out in a song. Whereas they were happy, Gianni seemed worried, unsure how Natasha would react. Natasha, not wanting Gianni to feel bad, smiled and raised her glass to Gianni. She downed her champagne and thought to herself, ‘to each his own.’

  Gianni, visibly relieved, exhaled and raised his glass. He seemed to have relaxed as he sipped his champagne. And Natasha was relaxed as well, until Coco sashayed her skinny ass over to Gianni. She seductively placed her hand on his chest. Gianni quickly grabbed her hand and removed it from his chest. He said something and pointed in Natasha’s direction. Coco waved her hand, dismissing Natasha, and whispered something that put a disturbed look on his face. She stood on her toes, trying kiss him, while rubbing his crotch. Natasha couldn’t

  get across the room fast enough. Gianni grabbed her shoulders and stepped back, but Coco persisted
. She was determined to get her lips on Gianni, that is until Natasha’s forearm was crushing her windpipe. Coco gasped for air and reached out to Gianni for help. But Gianni had seen Natasha snap before and he didn’t know if he would be able to calm her.

  “Natasha... Baby... You’re hurting her,” he spoke in a calm voice. “Baby, let go.”

  Natasha knew that Coco couldn’t breathe, but she wasn’t sure that she cared. When her legs went limp, she figured Coco was close to blacking out. Frank and Luca hurried over, but just as they reached for Natasha, Gianni yelled, “Don’t touch my wife!”

  Both Frankie and Luca stood back to let Gianni handle Natasha.

  Gianni shouted, firmly, “Natasha! Let go!”

  Natasha blinked, stunned by his tone, since he’d never raised his voice to her.

  She suddenly realized that he was trying to prevent her from seriously hurting her. She slightly released her hold on Coco’s neck.

  “Don’t touch him again,” Natasha warned, through gritted teeth, before releasing her completely.

  Coco fell to the floor and clutched her throat. She gulped desperately for air and stared up at Natasha as if she were crazy. Natasha stepped back and grabbed another glass of champagne, not at all feeling guilty. Although she guessed that Gianni was mad at her for making a scene. Even the two pussies in heat stopped pawing each other, and were staring at Natasha.

  Suddenly, laughter irrupted. Luca and Frank were the source. Gianni walked over to Natasha, placed an arm around her and mumbled, “You just made their night.”

  Luca motioned to the bouncer that was standing by the elevator. He hurried over to Luca. It was obvious that he didn’t know how to handle the boss’ wife choking another woman, damn near unconscious. He didn’t move until he was instructed.

  “Get her out of here,” Luca said through laughter, pointing at Coco.