Rhapsody (Butcher and Violinist 1)

I arched my back and begged him to go faster. “Plus rapide.”

Jean-Pierre powered into me, picking up speed. His hips slammed against my ass. My orgasm crashed into me next.

“Oh, Jean-Pierre, I’m coming.”

In a dark, sensual tone, he groaned, “Moi aussi.”

I rode the orgasm.

Moaning some more, he went rigid against my ass, burying himself deep while his body jerked. “Je ne te laisserai jamais me quitter. Jamais.”

I didn’t get his translation. He spoke so fast and I drowned in pleasure.

Catching my breath, I rose a little as Jean-Pierre slipped his cock out of me. I thought he would move further away, but he landed a sweet kiss to my shoulder.

I whispered, “That was amazing.”

He slipped his hands over my hips and landed soft kisses on the back of my neck.

“What did you say, when you came?”

“I say many things, when it comes to your pussy.”

I turned to him. “That’s not an answer. Could you tell me, please?”

He pulled me back into his arms and hit me with an intense gaze. “I said I will never let you go. Never.”

His words hit me, warming me more than his touch or the orgasm. Those words should’ve put me on edge, but instead they settled into my heart, spreading feelings I’d be better off not examining.

His body stilled against me. “Any other questions?”

I gave him a weak smile. “Do you always say. . .possessive things, when you come?”

“Is that really possessive?”

“I would say so. Never letting me go is a clear claim.”

“I agree.”

“That’s possession.”

“Or the truth.”

“But. . .” I leaned away. “But, what does that mean?”

“I have no plans of letting you go, Eden.” He slipped his fingers through my hair. “Now, whether you decide to go is your decision.”

Rafael ducked his head out. “Eh! Put some clothes on.”

Jean-Pierre grumbled. “What now?”

Rafael put his back to us. “A couple of friends are downstairs, inquiring.”

Darkness covered his face. In that moment, he shifted to something else. Power and violence radiated from him.

“I’ll be right back, Eden.” He put on his pants, walked off, and mumbled to himself, “Will that damn woman ever give me any rest?”

What woman? And I don’t want to stop this conversation! Forget those people downstairs.

Those words that he’d said was something else. It had nothing to do with a girlfriend experience. Unless this was some twisted form of mental play. Would he play with my mind like that? Shalimar hinted that he would. And how was he defining never let go? Was it never let go in the sense of never let me go before the remaining days? Or was it never let me go at all?

I watched him walk away, more confused than I’d ever been since meeting him.

Could it be that this situation was going somewhere else? Did he really want something else?

I’d never thought that was an option. I wasn’t sure what was going on, but there was one thing I was certain about.

I needed to know more.

Chapter 25

Best Friends Forever

Three years ago

Jean-Pierre

We spent a few months at the Candy Shop, renting out the fourth level.

Rafael made it his mission to put a few spies around Celina. The best candidates would be her closest girls. Therefore, he spent every night dining and drinking with all of them. He spoiled the lot, buying them jewelry and taking groups of them off shopping.

However, Rafael focused on Shalimar the most. She had Celina’s ear and knew more about the woman than anyone else in the brothel.

Rafael spent many days and nights with Shalimar, helicoptering her out to an island for dinner dates. Making love to her on a yacht for the weekend. Lavishing and spoiling like only a true French gentleman could.

The rest of the men enjoyed our residence in the brothel.

Giorgio had two women that he kept close. Surprisingly, they wore all leather body suits and carried around whips.

One night as we dined, Rafael watched Giorgio walk off with the leather-covered women. “I’m pondering something.”

“What are you pondering?” I asked.

“Do you think Giorgio is paying the women to hit him while he’s naked?”

I gave him a hard stare. “Never ponder that around me again.”

“You’re never any fun, Jean-Pierre.”

Louis stayed close to me during the day, to only go completely invisible at night as he gorged on women left and right.

The men enjoyed those weeks.

I remained to myself.

Watching Eden on my laptop had become the best moments of my day. She pleased my eyes. Filled the long days with more sunshine, no matter how much it stormed outside. Through her apartment, she strolled with grace. Even when it came to cleaning and regular day-to-day things, she did it with finesse.

Or had I just fallen deep in this obsession?

It made me crazy to know even more about her. I envied her roommate and friends. People who were able to stand in her presence. Reach out their hands and touch her.