Rhapsody (Butcher and Violinist 1)

I whispered in French, “I need you. . .now.”

Hot throbbing lust coiled tight within me.

“Look at me, Eden.”

I hadn’t realized I’d closed my eyes as I drowned in the pleasure of his touch. I opened them and turned his way.

“Tell me what scares you.”

“My fears?”

“All of them.”

I parted my lips, not ready to discuss it with his hands between my thighs.

“I just want to know so I can destroy them.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “I don’t ever want you to fear anything.”

“You can’t take away my fears.”

“I could.” He slipped his finger out of my pussy and sucked on it.

I bit my lip.

“Tell me.”

“You can’t help me with my biggest fear.”

Warm water continued to spray around us. Steam rose.

He held me closer to me. “What’s your biggest fear right now?”

I let out a long breath. “My fear is that. . .while I’m with you. . .I’ll lose control.”

His gaze heated. That thick accent rode his voice as it lowered. “I want you to lose control.”

Gently, he lifted me up and pressed me against the moist shower wall. The warm stone smoothed along my skin, serving as a boundary to keep me right where Jean-Pierre wanted me.

He rubbed his thick mushroomed tip along my opening. “J’ai déjà perdu le contrôle avec toi.”

What did he say. . .he’s already lost control with me?

And as I stared into his eyes, I could feel myself losing control.

Unraveling.

And then our conversation shifted out of control too. Spiraling. Twisting. We rocked together in the warm shower. Water sprayed, and steam rose around us. Our music was our moans. The sound of thrusts. Hard and slow. Ecstasy played out on his gorgeous face.

He’d shed all masks with me.

I saw him as we made love.

The inside of him.

Jean-Pierre.

And it wasn’t simple visuals.

Emotions and feelings created the picture.

I was learning about him. The true Jean-Pierre. The part that he probably didn’t even know existed. I could feel that deep within me.

Or was it all in my mind?

Those eyes opened. I swore they did. Like windows. Each time he came. Each time he turned my way. Each time he smiled. I spied more of his insides. His essence. His core.

And there were no words to assure me of this. Just action. Caresses. Kisses. The time we spent together. The moments we held each other and listened to our breaths.

I’ve already lost control.

Something about saying that in my mind, pushed me further out into the deep.

I tipped my head back and bucked my hips. No more restraints. No more worry about feeling too much pleasure. Enjoying him too much.

He gripped my hips.

I let it all go from there.

Moving faster.

Bouncing on his cock.

Rubbing my clit against those abs.

Riding the wave of ecstasy unfolding inside of me.

Groaning, he moved his hands from my hips. One cupped my ass, continuing to guide my rhythm on that fat cock.

I moaned, “Oh—”

He swallowed my gasps with hot kiss. With his other hand, he reached up to my hair, gripped the back, and fisted wet strands in his hand. “There is no control with you, Eden.”

His hold was tight.

Possessive.

Dominating.

He drove his tongue between my lips, fucking me with his mouth as well as his cock stroking my pussy.

So close to coming, I whimpered into his mouth.

He gently tugged, pulling my head back. It raised me higher as I arched forward, unable to help myself.

“Tu es mon Hélène de Troie. Ma sirène.” He dove his mouth on my cleavage, lapping at my bobbling nipples.

I cried out.

He whispered in a husky voice, “Oh, say my name again, mon amour.”

“Jean-Pierre.”

“Oui, mon amour.”

“Jean-Pierre, I’m coming.”

“Yes. Come for me, Eden. Come for me.” He slowed his strokes, driving me even closer to the edge. He let go of my hair and kissed me. “Say my name, when you come.”

Trembling against his wet, hard body, I orgasmed all over that long, thick cock, moaning, “Jean-Pierre.”

“Enfin, tu es à moi.”

Chapter 31

Welcome Back

Two months ago

Jean-Pierre

For the first time in three years, I stood in the center of the Candy Shop.

We’d entered through the back entrance.

Shalimar and our men had not been notified. We weren’t even sure our secret re-entry to the city would work. I just wanted to test Sasha’s loyalty.

I’d given him my men.

They sat on the outskirts of the Bronx, staying to themselves and keeping their eyes open. Sasha claimed he would kill Kazimir in two months. I’d had more men set to come to America. Several surrounded Kazimir’s Uncle Igor’s castle. If Kazimir’s death was confirmed, I would have Igor murdered.

Then, Celina’s strongest resource would be eliminated.

Rafael and I walked down the hall.

Half-naked women lounged in the sofas, ready and on display for all onlooker’s attention.

Celina had taken the news of her guard-switch hard. Sasha explained that she’d yelled at Igor. Meanwhile, Igor had given the task to Sasha, labeling it as bitch work, something Sasha could understand better than him.