Sonata (Butcher and Violinist 2)

Groaning, I whispered, “We’ll never be stopped.”

People were dying around us. Unexpected coincidences occurred. All these events together pointed to danger creeping up.

But all I would focus on was her.

“What would be better than you, my love?” I slowed my strokes and gazed into those lovely hazel eyes. “Nothing, my queen. Nothing.”

No other woman could satisfy me. No other woman could get my attention.

Those thoughts pounded through my head. Groaning, I fucked her with long, hard, punishing strokes

“Ah!” Coming, she clenched those wet, soft walls around my cock, milking the tip and driving me crazy. “Jean-Pierre!”

Frustrated, I growled as I came with her. I’d wanted more time. I was nowhere close to done. I’d wanted to flip her around, drive deep into that fat ass. I’d craved her mouth on my cock. I’d hoped to lift her up off the desk at the end, carry her to the wall, and fuck her some more.

I had thought I was the one in control, and then Eden brought me to the brink of climax, begging for release.

“Sirène.” My orgasm rose along with her and I dove into her throbbing ocean, headfirst. And I didn’t care if I would drown. I couldn’t even catch my breath or maintain my balance. “Fuck, Eden. Damn you.”

Still coming, she hugged me to her, rocking her hips and gazing at me through sleepy eyes.

I whispered, “Heaven.”

And we descended into a blur of intense pleasure. United. Joined together in this passion. I swore we exploded. I spilled into her, cum spurting from my cock and coating that pussy.

After a few minutes, I caught my breath. Exhausted, she lay back down on the desk. Her chest rose and fell. Her breasts were moist and shiny within my office’s light.

I touched the center of her chest, right between those full breasts. “Feel free to come to my office anytime. You could never interrupt me.”

“And if you’re busy, just let me know and I’ll come back when you’re not?”

“I’ll never be too busy for you, Eden.” I helped her up and gave her my shirt. “Let’s go. Just put this on. You won’t need any more clothes.”

She put the shirt on. I loved the way it dangled around her. I hoped her scent was all over it. She tried to scoot off the desk.

Fuck sitting in my office, drinking whiskey, and brooding.

“No. I want you to save your energy. I’m not done playing you yet.” I lifted her off the desk and carried her out of my office. “That was just the first movement.”

I spent the rest of the evening trying to dominate her. But that pussy, or her body wouldn’t be obedient. Many times she owned my cock like no other. Such a small, sweet creature. Complete feminine perfection. Soft. Delicate. Still she took my cock, her hips doing dirty dances to the tip. Her moans, a seductive symphony.

She owned me like no other.

Before Eden, my life had been—guns and nameless women. Bombs and impeccable suits. Blood and sleepless nights. Private jets with no place to go.

And there was no real lust. Not a lust for life or wanderlust to see more.

I moved like a phantom. I lived like a zombie. I loved like a man without a heart. With no pleasure. No love. There was only bloodlust to feel the space between darkness and pain.

And I saw Eden.

And I started a war.

And now I had her.

And no one would ever get in our way.

Pleasure was stronger than pain.

I’d dealt in the game of pain for a long time. I’d been battered and broken, beat, stabbed, and shot. I could say with confidence, that the body didn’t retain the memory of pain. While the injury hurt, or the illness crippled, it healed. It was all forgotten by the brain. Even the nerves overlooked the past.

But the body was different with pleasure. A taste. A scent. The soft feel of skin. Those were things that the brain recalled with total clarity.

As I finished playing Strauss’s Sonata all over Eden’s body, we lay together in bed. She fell asleep first, resting her head on my chest and giving out a soft snore.

And I thought of the ways I would protect us. Rafael would find Shalimar and figure out what was going on with Celina. While I yearned to spend the rest of my days in bed and naked with Eden, I would need to step it up and get answers. Time was of the essence. Anything could happen in the next weeks.

Damn it. I’m going to meet with Kazimir, end all these unanswered questions, and ask the Lion himself what’s going on. Let’s see if he’ll be reasonable.

Now that Eden was in my hold, nothing could come for us.

When it came to the Lion, every move would have to be well-thought out.

For the Bratva, he was becoming a legend. The tales of his exploits hit France and other parts of the world. The man was violence and high explosives. On a good day, he was ruthless. On a bad day, he was a blood-soaked monster. There was no true weakness to him. When he wasn’t killing people, he liked fast cars and faster women. But there was no person that we could threaten against him. He had a sister named Valentina, but she was just as violent and powerful as him.