Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

“I didn’t tell you to do that.”

“I delivered every gift that could be imagined. Cars. That fucking apartment you didn’t even live in and put up on Airbnb. The cat. The dog. Both, you dumped in a shelter. The money. The protection—”

The smile cracked at the edges. She gritted her teeth. “I didn’t ask for any of that.”

“But now you’re asking for it?” I grinned at her. “Because now, you want to do a lot together?”

She scowled at me with her dark eyes under those thick lashes, that I now realized were fake. I leaned in further. It wasn’t that I was annoyed that they were fake. It was just that I was struggling to figure out what part of Shalimar was real. And what part of what I thought I had with her was real.

She placed her hand on her hips. “I don’t like how you’re talking to me.”

I stared at her, deadpan. “You want to sit on the bed. Let’s do it.”

She opened her mouth in shock.

“Go ahead.”

Sighing, she slowly strolled past me, rubbing against my cock as she passed. When she got on the bed, she did so in the most seductive way, slowly bending over, so I could get a fabulous view of her ass under those sheer panties. She took her time, crawling to her pillow. Once she got there, she twisted over, revealing hard nipples that poked at the sheer material.

“Hmmm.” I unbuttoned my suit jacket and lay it on the desk. Both guns lay in my shoulder holsters exposed to her. I took the guns off one by one and placed them near the table further away from the bed.

She watched them with fear hinting at the corner of her eyes. “Why did you say hmmm?”

“What’s the plan?” I took off the holster and came her way. “You think your pussy will make me forget that you helped kidnap Eden?”

“I didn’t help—”

“You did.” I jumped on the bed.

She shrieked.

I landed next to her. “So?”

She blinked.

“Let’s see if it will work.” I slipped my fingers along her thigh. “Let’s see if your pussy can make me forget that Jean-Pierre will be here in an hour or so, and I won’t be standing in his way when he comes.”

She moved my hand from her thigh. “I didn’t know anything was on the necklace.”

I raised my hands, grabbed a long strand of hair, and twirled it around my finger. “No?”

“No.”

“When did you get the necklace?”

“W-weeks ago.”

“And it must’ve gone to Eden’s apartment first? That’s where Celina mailed it.”

She opened her mouth and then closed it.

I didn’t want to, but I had to. I grabbed her arms fast, twisted her to the other side of the bed, and had her on her back. She gasped. Her chest rose and fell like she’d been running.

“Celina mailed the necklace to the apartment. Right?”

“Y-yes.”

“The necklace arrived at Eden’s place. You grabbed it. Days later, someone killed Eden’s roommate and cat. Why? They thought the fucking necklace was still there.”

“I…let me up.” She pushed against my chest.

“Talk! Goddamn it! Before you get Eden killed, or before Jean-Pierre kills you.”

She trembled. The appearance of strength and seduction disappeared. “Y-you won’t let him do that.”

“Is that your plan B? Hoping that I’ll save you from Jean-Pierre?” I frowned, leaned all the way towards her, so that only a half an inch was left from my nose to hers. “Baby, I’m going to fuck you and then I’m going to give you to him.”

I nipped at her lips.

She shook again.

“And when I’m done slamming my cock into you, and spilling all over that tight ass, I’m going to hand you to Jean-Pierre, with a fucking bow on your head.” I laughed. “Sorry. You probably don’t want me to mention the word bow right now. Only my cousin could take part of a musical instrument and incite fear and terror with it.”

She swallowed. “Okay. Okay.”

“Oh, you’re ready to talk?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” I got off her. “Take your clothes off when you talk to me.”

“W-what?”

“Take your fucking clothes off.” I got off the bed and ran my fingers through my hair, while I paced. My cock was rock hard in my pants. I’d come close to tearing away the sheer panties myself.

Don’t fuck her. Just get answers.

Shalimar slipped off her bra. “W-when Celina was in Prague, she called and said she was sending something to Eden, and that I had to make sure Eden wore it all the time. She had a whole story for me to tell her, about her mother owning it or something.”

I drank in her breasts. My heart pumped faster. “Then what happened?”

“I knew that Eden wasn’t in Belladonna city. She was in Paris. Celina didn’t know. So, I-I didn’t know that the necklace would be super important or anything. I just waited for it to get there, as if Eden was in the city.” Her hands shook as she slipped off her panties.