Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

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.

Groaning, he slowly pulled out.

Thick drops of his sperm ran down my pussy and thighs.

Afterwards, I cleaned up with some wipes. Apparently, those were Giorgio’s emergency wipes. Jean-Pierre explained that Giorgio kept a few emergency items under the back seat.

I’m crazy in love. And he is too.

We were a lazy mess after that. Fully satisfied, we lay on the limo’s floor. My gown and his tux were splayed out on the floor all around us.

We relaxed on the limo’s floor as it cruised around Paris.

Chapter 10

The Sound of Love

Jean-Pierre

Giorgio placed an iPad on my desk. It had been paused on a video that took up the whole screen.

I stopped signing the papers. “What’s this?”

He pressed play. “Celina.”

Finally, you show your face, Auntie.

I didn’t know what was going on with all the murders, but I knew who the origin of the problem was.

Celina. Always Celina. Now, what have you done? Now what scheme have you come up with?

Looking at the image, I took in the surroundings as she walked past several people, pulling a wheeled luggage bag. “She’s at the airport. Which one?”

“Charles de Gaulle Airport.”

“So, everyone is in Paris?”

“Maybe they heard how nice it is during the Spring.” Rafael walked in. “Don’t worry. I’m on the lookout for Celina. I have Shalimar being watched.”

My head throbbed. “What’s up with you and Shalimar by the way?”

“She’s still cold to me. I’m trying to give her a day or two to warm up.”

“We don’t have a day or two.”

Giorgio spoke up, “Maybe, Celina came to meet with Shalimar. It might be a good idea to stand back and watch what’s going on.”

“No.” I shook my head. “We need answers. We’ve dropped the ball already. People have died.”

Rafael shrugged. “We didn’t have anything to do with that.”

“But we’ll be the reason why it stops.” I couldn’t have Eden sad anymore. I had to protect her, even from depression. “Take Shalimar some flowers, diamonds, anything that you think she likes, apologize, fuck her, and then find out what the hell is going on.”

Giorgio smiled. “He wants you to seduce Shalimar.”

“Pretty much.” I nodded. “You should take Giorgio with you. He can give you tips.”

Rafael snorted. “Fucking the help, is not exactly a sign of charisma.”

Giorgio shrugged. “I’ll be there for support.”

I grinned. “I’m sure Giorgio can show you a few things—”

“I’ve got it. I’m shit with women. I’ll be down in the car.” Rafael walked out. “Anything else, boss?”

I ignored his attitude and returned to the iPad. “Hey, I told you not to fuck those twins.”

“Yes. Yes. I remember.” Rafael slammed the door close.

The door creaked open again. I figured it was Rafael coming in to add some extra point.

Someone else cleared their throat.

Giorgio and I raised our views to the person.

My new maid Sophia, ducked her head in. She had long thick red hair that fell to her waist. Usually it remained in a bun, but Giorgio was here. And whenever he arrived, the maids wore their hair down, makeup covered their faces, and they somehow managed to vacuum my office in six-inch black heels.

Here we fucking go.

And they always wore lace topped stockings, just like the maids in his house. I was sure Giorgio was buying the stockings for them.

Sophia blushed at Giorgio and then turned to me. “Excuse me, sir.”

I frowned. “Yes?”

“Would you like anything to drink? Or would your guest?” Ignoring her, I returned to signing the last bit of the papers. “Neither of us are thirsty.”

Giorgio spoke up, “I am actually very thirsty. I would like some tea. Very hot. In fact, let me show you exactly what I want.”

“You don’t have time for that,” I growled. “If we can get Celina coming into Paris, we can find out where else she’s been. Get on it, but first help Rafael.”

“Okay, fine.”

I glared at my maid. “Bye, Sophia.”

“Yes, sir.” She blinked and hurried away.

“Trust me, Jean-Pierre. I’m on it.” Giorgio took his time walking out, but when he left my office, he went in the wrong direction. The front door was to the left. He’d traveled to the right.

What is up with him and my maids? It’s turning into a sickness.

Truthfully, I was more agitated with not knowing what was going on around us, than Rafael and Giorgio. For years, I’d prided myself on being steps ahead of everyone else. This was the first time, when I was the one walking in the dark, while everyone else had a clue.