The ride back to The Dorchester didn’t take long but it was an eternity as he kissed me and his fingers ran against my clit through the material of my clothing. He was discreet enough to hide his behavior but I wasn’t nearly as ladylike and every time a moan threatened to escape my lips, he silenced me with a deep kiss, which took my very breath away.
My God, what was this man doing to me? He was trying to drive me wild in the back of a taxi yet he wanted to teach me a form of control. The whole point was to fool around without the cabbie being aware of what we were doing. I didn’t have his self-control yet and he knew this but it didn’t stop him from teasing me until I was almost insane with lust over him.
Once we arrived back at the hotel, he paid the cabbie and we both stepped out of the taxi. Kaz turned cold and held my hand as we walked through the hotel like we owned the place. We boarded the elevator and although he had all the opportunity in the world to drive me batshit with lust, he never touched anything other than the hand he held.
I slipped the card key into the door and the light turned from red to green before he surprised me by pushing me into the suite and swinging the door closed with his left leg. We didn’t make it more than a few steps before he pushed me down onto my knees. His fingers caressed my jaw as he walked around to face me.
“I want you to suck me off first. It’s for being a very bad girl and denying me something that is mine. You don’t get to have temper tantrums and run out on me. You’re not some teenager and we aren’t an ‘item’, Syd. You have to learn to control that temper of yours or you will be punished more often than not.”
My eyes looked into his as my head trailed up his body and met his face. “This isn’t punishment. I like sucking you off.”
“Well then…less talk and more action. Get to work.”
My hands fumbled with the opening of his leather pants and I stripped them down to his ankles, not surprised he’d gone commando. His cock was hard and angry, curled against his belly in a scarlet meaty length of maleness with bulging veins.
I licked up his shaft with my tongue before my mouth opened and I slipped the head of his cock into my moist willing mouth.
“Fuck, that’s it. Take it all in, bitch,” he whispered.
My mouth slowly worked down to the base of his dick and he fucked my mouth with long, leisurely strokes that gave way to an orgasm that spurted into my mouth and down my throat. I swallowed every precious drop of his semen and he removed himself from my mouth before he took my clothes off until I was naked.
I wrapped my arms around my breasts though the room was relatively warm due to the late autumn bite of London weather. He picked me up like I weighed nothing and laid me down on the bed. The sheets were crisp yet soft and freshly laundered. Kaz spread my legs and worked two fingers inside me where he found the spongy part of my G-spot and I sucked in a breath as he manipulated an orgasm from me before I could properly adjust to the feel of his fingers invading my body.
He’d stripped from his pants yet still wore his black mesh tee shirt and as his fingers left my aching sex that still pulsated from a powerful orgasm, he used the very same fingers to tease my tight sphincter.
Kaz began to tongue my soaking sex as his fingers inserted themselves in my backdoor passage and moved in and out of me. The assault was painful yet how his tongue and mouth manipulated my clit, the pleasure outweighed the pain.
“Relax,” he whispered to me. “You’re so tight and the more you fight me, the more it’s going to hurt.”
The sound of his voice instantly made me calm down and I did loosen up and relax. My body became used to the stretching as he ate me out like I was four course meal. I moaned out loud and my legs spread on their own, allowing him full access as my hands immediately went to my sensitive breasts and played with my nipples. I pulled and stretched them with my fingers only I wanted them to be Kaz’s and not my own.
Slowly, he eased his fingers out of my body and made his way up my body. My hands fell away and he immediately kissed and caressed my breasts with his hands, fingers and mouth. My whole body was on fire with need for him and I couldn’t wait any longer. I wanted to but the more his cock—hard yet again—pressed against my skin, the hotter I became from the inside out.
I lifted his head with my hands and looked into those gorgeous blue-green eyes. “Fuck me, Kaz. Punish me and make it hard and rough. I want you inside me doing everything with your cock you wouldn’t dare do to me with physical violence.”
He kissed the dip between my collar bones and whispered against my skin, “We’re kindred spirits, you and I. We both use sex as a band aid for everything terrible, ugly and fucked up in this world but so help me God, I love you so much I am crazy enough to take you up on your offer.”
“Then do it,” I whispered before I sighed out loud as I spread my legs further open and threw my arms over my head on the bed.
I felt the weight of his body, the warmth of his skin as he pressed us close together. My whole cunt dripped wet with juices and desire as he entered me with his rock hard cock. As his lips pressed against my own and his needy tongue sought my own out, I wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist.
Kaz thrust in and out of me with slow, gentle strokes at first that drove me insane with need and want. It wasn’t enough; I didn’t desire lovemaking but hard core primal fucking that only he could do to me and make it feel so wonderful.
My fingers grabbed his hair and I said to him, “Harder. Make it hurt so much it’s pleasurable at the same time.”
“Is that what you desire, beautiful?”
“Do I have to ask twice?”
“No, you don’t.”
He withdrew from my body and immediately a feeling of emptiness overwhelmed my being. I needed him inside me and it had to be now. I felt like some wanton slut who couldn’t get enough but it was worth it if the feeling of being sated by him would make me think of anything but my harsh reality that was bound to only get worse. Time was not on my side but working against me and I hated my present predicament.
Kaz flipped me on my stomach in one smooth, deft move and I got on all fours without being asked as he began to take me doggy style. His fingers dug into my waist as his hands held me in place and pounded me with an intensity that was bound to cause an orgasm so intense, I would need a fire hydrant just to cool off afterwards.
“Yeah, like that,” I instructed. “That’s right, fuck me hard, baby.”
I knew my sudden boldness was making him feel uncomfortable and a part of me reveled in his situation. He was supposed to be telling me this, not the other way around.
Despite his discomfort, his dick continued to work in and out of me before he sped up the pace and I moaned out loud as my orgasm began at my toes and travelled the whole length of my body before it hit my core and he massaged my clit which doubled the pleasure I felt at that moment.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my muscles clenched around his hardness as he began to come again and he breathed hard against my back as he continued to empty his fluids inside my body.
Our breath came out ragged and we were both so exhausted, he could barely withdraw and roll onto his back.
I collapsed on my stomach and hoped to God I would have a miscarriage if I was pregnant. I couldn’t go through with it—I wouldn’t go through with it but did I really have a choice?
It seemed like hours but it was only a few moments later before he wrapped his arms around my body. “Baby, are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” My voice sounded foreign and like a million secrets were hiding within my tone. “I wanted to really feel you inside me and remember, we don’t always have to make love. I know you love me and that doesn’t mean I don’t want it rough sometimes. It was great because you are such a gifted lover and I am the luckiest woman in the world because I get to go to bed with you every night.”
“You aren’t holding out on me, are you? If something was wrong, you’d tell me, wouldn�
�t you?” There was true worry in his voice and I tried to laugh it off.
“Of course I would, sweetie.” I turned toward him before I kissed his lips quickly. “I would never intentionally hide anything from you.”
Kaz continued to hold me in his arms but I felt like the world’s biggest piece of shit. I had officially told my significant other and the man I was in love with a blatant lie. What made the situation that much more disastrous was I hadn’t even flinched. Did I truly know myself at all?
Chapter Four
Paris
KAZ QUICKLY MASTERED the hectic concert routine after touring in both England and Scotland. The whole group of buses left by way of the ferry in Dover before they found themselves on the continental part of Europe. France was one of his favorite countries and he planned to share all his favorite places to Sydney.
However, they had two concerts they had to perform at Stade de France, another mega venue that seated eighty-one thousand people. Scarlet Fever had played there before and it was one of his favorite places to perform because French concert goers were awesome.
Unfortunately, he didn’t feel like he could concentrate fully on their various schedule when Sydney began to act downright strange, starting in London. Their sex life had always been extremely active but now it was insane.
She’d trapped him in several bathrooms and even an abandoned field outside the venue in Edinburgh. He didn’t know exactly what was going on with her but he sometimes felt like the bitch in the relationship and she was the man.
His frustration level began to build but he wouldn’t dare take it out on her not knowing what was wrong.
She’d grown quiet and withdrawn once they arrived to Paris and after a full day in the city, her attitude changed. Instead of wanting to have sex all the time, she shut down completely. If he could only understand women, it would make his life a lot easier.
Kaz immediately approached Talia because he knew they were close and if anyone could tell him what was going on, it was her. It pissed him off she had decided to act this way at this particular point in the tour because Syd knew they had a concert that night and she also knew he wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he didn’t know what was wrong with her.
“Hey, you.” He sat down next to Talia on a comfortable stool at the bar and immediately ordered a double Macallan while she nursed a glass of red wine.
“Nice to see you down here. For a moment there, I thought I was going to be stuck with Syd’s friends but it is obviously a girl’s afternoon out for them,” she responded in a sarcastic manner.
He followed her line of sight and watched Laurel, Sasha and Faith—all dressed to the nines—sipping cocktails on a chaise lounge as they gossiped among one another.
“I’m surprised Syd isn’t with them.”
Talia paused, her glass of wine just inches from her lips. “Is that what you came down here to talk about? Sydney?”
The bartender delivered his beverage and he responded in perfect French before he faced the beautiful and vibrant songstress again. “No, I didn’t. I saw you sitting at the bar and I know you two spent yesterday together—”
“Yeah, we did. I needed to get away from Seth and we both wanted to explore Paris. She would have done it with the three musketeers sitting over there but they are much more interested in gossiping about their boyfriends and drinking endless Cosmopolitans. I swear they remind me of a younger and annoying version of the characters on Sex & the City.”
Kaz turned toward her and looked her in the eye. “Well, if she was fine yesterday then what happened? She’s been acting different for a while now but this morning, I awoke to her crying. I don’t know what to do and I feel so lost because…I have never seen her this vulnerable before and I am wondering if I did something to cause this distress she’s feeling.”
“Nothing intentional,” she murmured under her breath before she finished her wine. “Syd will be fine, Kaz. I promise you that but other than what I have just told you, I can’t disclose anything else about what happened yesterday.”
Her flippant attitude had started to piss him off. “What do you mean you can’t tell me anything about what happened yesterday? I’m begging you—if you know anything that might help her then tell me,” he said in an exasperated voice.
She turned toward him, fresh tears in her eyes that threatened to fall. “Listen, I think you need to talk to her because she should tell you. It’s not my place, Kaz. I like you both and I won’t be put in the middle of the shit she created. I’m not about to risk my relationship with you so why don’t you ask her what happened yesterday?”
It was obvious he wasn’t going to find anything out from Talia therefore he downed his drink and left the W Lounge.
Both bands were staying at the W Paris-Opera Hotel since The Ritz was closed for renovations and wouldn’t re-open until 2014. He didn’t mind the place because it had a hip vibe and he was able to upgrade from the Marvelous Studio Suites booked for the bands to the Extreme Wow Suite. He hoped the views of Paris would brighten Sydney’s mood but this hadn’t happened and he truly felt like he was at the end of a precarious rope.
Kaz walked across the lobby and headed directly to the bank of elevators as Damira, the nanny she’d hired and their son strolled in a leisurely manner directly towards him. Xander looked handsome yet extremely warm while Damira still carried that heir of bitchiness she was just waiting to unleash upon him. The nanny held Xander’s hand.
His face lit up as his Xander broke away from the nanny and ran towards him. He grabbed his son before he trapped him in a bear hug. “How’s it going, little man?”
“Great, Daddy,” his son said in an excited voice. “Mommy and Nanny are taking me to the Eiffel Tower. I can’t wait to see how tall it is in real life.”
Damira glared at him with pale amber eyes. Her demeanor predatory as she walked over and hovered too close to him. She leaned against him and whispered in his ear, “How does it make you feel? Knowing you were supposed to have another one of these and the ‘love’ of your life waited until she got here to Paris and aborted your baby?”
Kaz immediately saw red as his head began to pound with a migraine that matched his thundering heart. He gently set his son down on the bronze tiled floor with shaky arms. “What are you talking about?”
She folded her arms against her breasts. “After all my threats to her in Great Britain, she never told you? Figures...she probably thought I was bluffing. I specifically told her you had a right to know and it was not a decision for her to make on her own. Of course she knows everything and she was so scared of losing you, she was willing to throw away your kid to keep that from happening. Sydney was pregnant…she found out in London and she specifically told me she was waiting until we arrived in Paris before she would have an abortion.”
This was bullshit, he thought with pure hatred and anger. Why did she insist I tell her I loved her if I meant nothing to her? How could she have just flushed my baby down the toilet and she didn’t say anything about it? Not once!
“Are…you sure she went through with it?” Kaz wondered in a voice that did not sound at all like his own.
Damira pursed her lips before she shrugged her shoulders in a Gallic manner. “Well, she and Talia tore out of here like their asses were on fire yesterday so I am assuming they were headed to a clinic—”
He didn’t bother to listen to the rest of his ex-wife’s conversation as he bypassed the elevator and opted for the stairs instead where he took them two at a time. By the time he arrived at their suite, he had broken out in a cold sweat and he could feel his pulse pounding in his head.
It took Kaz several attempts before he opened the door successfully with the card key and he closed the door behind him with a shaky hand pressed hard against the wooden frame. Several moments passed and he stood there, pressed against the door, his heart thundered in his chest and he could slowly feel the self-control fade into an icy oblivion as pure rage took over.
He final
ly stood up straight and walked into the bedroom where he knew he would find his significant other. He didn’t want to see her at that precise moment but he also couldn’t allow her to get away with the biggest deception yet.
Talia and Damira had known yet neither had bothered to tell him and he felt like an utter fool played by this young ingénue who knew exactly what she was doing. Had that been her plan all along? He hated to think he’d been used in the exact same manner he’d used so many women over the years.
Karma was a cold hearted bitch and when she came calling, she knew all the right buttons to push. Unfortunately for Kaz, it was a deadly combination because he became so much like his father, he couldn’t stand his own self.
Sydney laid down on the bed, cool as a cucumber, and held a Kindle Fire HD in her hand. She seemed to be so involved in the novel she was reading, she hadn’t realized he’d entered the room.
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