Sofia ran into his arms as he came through passport control and he picked her up and twirled her around, his lips fierce against hers. “God, I have missed you.”
“Me too, baby, me too.”
They went back to their hotel. “Clemence is sleeping a lot since the birth so the hospital said visiting hours only, but I’m sure they’ll let you in, being the daddy.”
“Later,” he said as he dumped his suitcase in their bedroom and pulled her into his arms. “First, I need a long hot shower, and you…”
Sofia giggled as he began to pull her clothes off and soon they were naked, under the hot spray of the shower, and Sofia was taking his cock into her mouth, trailing the tip of her tongue along his shaft as he massaged his fingers into her hair and gave a long shudder of pleasure. She sucked and licked and flicked her tongue around the tip of his cock until she felt him shudder, then he picked her up easily and thrust into her as her legs clamped around his waist. They fucked hard against the cool tile wall, almost slipping, and laughing, kissing, before he tumbled her onto the floor of the bathroom and thrust hard inside of her, pinning her hands to the floor.
“God, I love you,” she said breathlessly, then arched her back, moaning as she came. Ivo was almost frenzied in his desire for her, taking her nipples into his mouth, staying locked inside her until his cock grew hard again and he began to fuck her even harder this time, his intensity thrilling her, his gorgeous green eyes locked into hers. She was totally his in this moment and her love for him was an overwhelming thing. He gave a long groan as he came, shooting thick streams of creamy cum into her belly. Every nerve ending on her body was on fire as Ivo pulled out then moved down to take her clit into his mouth, making her scream with desire and pleasure. Lights exploded in her vision as she came for the third and final time, then they both collapsed, panting, exhausted, she rolled into his arms and he held her tightly. “I love you, Sofia Amory, and don’t let anyone ever tell you otherwise. I’m yours.”
“And I’m yours, for all time,” she pressed her lips to his, “for all time.”
A few hours later, Sofia got to see him hold his daughter for the first time and it only made her love him more. She shared a grin with Clemence as Ivo took Peony into his arms, his eyes wide and wondering. “I think she has your eyes, Ivo,” Clemence said gently, “And your dark hair.”
“She’s so beautiful.” Ivo sounded awestruck and Sofia laughed.
“Well, look at her parentage.” she said, “She could hardly be anything less than gorgeous.”
Clemence squeezed Sofia’s hand. “And she looks like a Peony, doesn’t she?”
“She does.”
Clemence looked at Sofia for a long moment, an unreadable expression in her eyes and for a second, Sofia thought she probably wanted a moment alone with Ivo and the baby. “I’ll go get us some coffee.”
“No, wait.” Clemence grabbed her hand. “We are a family, Sofia. The four of us. A strange arrangement, yes, but we are family. You helped bring Peony into the world and I…Ivo…I would like to name her Peony Sofia Brochu Zacca. I thought about naming her Peony Adria, but I think your mother’s name should go to your and Sofia’s daughter.”
Sofia felt tears prick her eyes. “Oh, Clem…” Ivo grinned at them both and nodded.
“It’s perfect. Peony Sofia…I love it.”
Sofia suddenly giggled. “Peony Zacca sounds a little like Peanut Butter.”
Clemence laughed while Ivo rolled his eyes. “No, it doesn’t, you lunatic.”
“Peanut is a good nickname though.”
Clemence grinned. “Oh, by the way, your friend sent me the most gorgeous bunch of flowers.”
“Which friend?”
“Grant Christo? Apparently, he accompanied you here yesterday? He says the baby is gorgeous and congratulations.”
Ivo’s eyes narrowed a little. “You brought your writer friend here?”
Sofia shrugged. “I bumped into him while I was running around getting Clem’s bag and stuff. He said he’d come – it was nice, he made me actually sit down for a while and eat something.”
“So, he met my daughter before I did?”
For the first time, Sofia noticed an edge to Ivo’s voice. She fixed him with a steady look. “He looked at her. He didn’t touch or hold or wake her. He wasn’t even close to her crib. He looked in, is all, Ivo.”
Ivo’s face was tight but he gave her a quick nod. Clemence glanced at Sofia. Sofia felt irked – she hadn’t done anything wrong.
“Hey, how was the funeral? Is your Dad okay?”
Sofia shot a grateful look at Clemence. Ivo nodded. “He’s okay. Still reeling, but I suppose we all are at everything that’s happened. Especially you, little Princess.” He nuzzled his nose to the baby’s and Sofia felt her irritation slip away.
It was clear, however, on the ride home in the taxi, that Ivo was still pissed about Grant Christo. “I just don’t get why you had to bring him to the hospital.”
Sofia sighed. “He offered and I was exhausted. I had just helped deliver your child, Ivo.” She looked out of the cab window. It was raining again and the streetlamps had come on in the gloom.
“Do you see him a lot?”
Sofia ignored the question. Why was he being like this? It wasn’t like Ivo to act so jealous. Even taking into account the stress of recent events, he was being unreasonable.
At the hotel, Ivo went to run a bath and Sofia went to the kitchen to fix a sandwich without asking him if he wanted one. She was spreading butter on the bread when she felt his arms slip around her. “I’m sorry,” he murmured into her ear. “I guess I’m a little cranky. Mom’s funeral was a strain and… some other stuff went on, and then hearing about Little Peanut…I’m a mess.”
She turned in his arms, studying his expression. There was no malice, or anger in it. She stroked his hair back from his face, smoothing the line between his eyes. “There is, nor will there ever be, anyone for me except you, Ivo.”
He nodded. “Nor for me, either. I love you. I’m sorry if I got a little jealous.”
She pressed her lips to his. “You’re forgiven.”
He tangled his fingers in her hair. “Come join me in the tub.”
Sofia felt the tension in her bones seep away in the warm water, and suddenly she felt very sleepy. She lay back against Ivo’s chest as he moved the soap over her breasts, her belly, between her legs. “You know, in all the stuff, we forgot something. Our apartment is ready for us to move into. Well, once we get it furnished.”
Ivo nuzzled her ear, nipping at the lobe. “I could always hire an interior designer to do it.”
Sofia made a face. “Only if I can work with her, or him, or it won’t be personal to us. I’d love to make sure it reflects both of us.”
“Good call. Although, with my nomadic lifestyle before you, I’m not entirely sure what my style is.”
Sofia sat up and turned to face him. “Can I tell you how I see you?”
“Go for it.”
“When I think of you, I think of elegance, muted colors like navy blue, duck egg, and of course, sea green, like your gorgeous eyes. Your personal scent is woodsy and spicy, very male, so a lot of natural fabrics, wood furniture. Bookshelves – and that would suit us both.”
Ivo looked impressed. “I like the sound of that.”
She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ll make up some mood boards. What about a dog? We could get a dog.”
“Whatever you want, it’s yours, baby.”
She grinned as he kissed her. “This is going to be great, my daring love. Our own place, at last.”
Ivo smiled at her, kissing her gently. “I can’t wait…”
Chapter Thirty-One
Tamara slicked on another layer of scarlet lip gloss and studied her reflection in the mirror. Tonight, at last, her club would open and she would be the talk of the town…at least, that part of town who were already slathering at the thought of the debauchery on offer.
; Under her elegant back wrap dress, she wore a black leather harness, the supple leather crisscrossing her body, framing her breasts with the silver nipple clamps on them. The clamps bit down hard on her nipples and Tamara wiggled with pleasure at the sweet pain.
It wasn’t just the club’s opening party that was exciting her – Penn Black had called her. He had returned from Europe and wanted to see her. She had agreed, inviting him to the party. “I know you may not feel like socializing, darling, but there are always private rooms we can go to.”
Penn had sounded hesitated but eventually agreed. “Until later.”
Grant would also be there, and Tamara was turned on by the hope that she would be fucked by both of them at the same time. She deserved it, she had worked so hard to make this club a reality.
Grant arrived early, before the party started, and as the wait staff moved around, preparing the place, Grant bent Tamara over the bar and took her, thrusting his engorged cock into her swollen and damp cunt, pinning her hands on the marble topped bar. Tamara loved being watched by the silent staff as she was fucked hard by her business partner.
Grant bent down to whisper in her ear. “Your ex-step sister likes to be watched too,” he murmured. “She and her billionaire fucking for an entire club to see.” He thrust hard and Tamara moaned in both pain and pleasure.
“You’ve told me about this already.”
“Have I?”
“Yes.” Tamara tensed, then sighed through an orgasm. “Come, will you? We have things to discuss.”
Grant slammed his hips harder against hers, not caring if he hurt her, then Tamara felt his cock exploded inside of her, pumping reams of creamy cum into her cunt. He withdrew and she felt him trickle down her inner thighs. Good, she wanted to be sated when the party began. She nodded to him to come back to the office, where she lit a cigarette and studied him.
“So, you’re back in New York for how long?”
Grant sat down, taking a cigarette from her pack. “Just a few days. Just to see this place and discuss next steps. My fingers are itching to spill Sofia’s blood but I want her to feel utterly alone, utterly helpless when I do.”
Tamara smiled. “You still want to fuck her too.”
“Yes.”
Tamara shrugged, only a little jealous. “As long as she dies, what do I care?”
“You’ve still got the photo?”
“Oh yes.” Tamara grinned. “I assume you’ll be using it to split her and Zacca up.”
“Yep. Then, at her most vulnerable, we’ll engineer the accident which will bring her to New York. Are you still onboard with that part?”
Tamara smiled. “Oh, yes. My brother hasn’t been that to me…ever. We just share DNA. When he dies, I guarantee Sofia will come running – and without the protection of her beloved billionaire…”
“She’s ours.” Grant grinned to himself. “I take it only you, I, and the constructors know about the rooms downstairs.”
“And even the constructors only think they were building an S&M dungeon, not a killing room. We can take our time with darling Sofia…the murder room is soundproofed, and there’s supplies to keep her alive for as long as we want. Why rush it? After she’s dead, we’ll dump her body in the Hudson. More than likely, she’ll never be found.”
“I have a better idea.”
“What’s that?”
Grant grinned widely. “Zacca will come look for her, that’s a given. With his known proclivities for kink, we could utilize that to frame him for Sofia’s murder.”
Tamara smiled. “There’s a reason I like you, Christo. Let’s do it.”
“I’ll be going back to Paris at the end of the week. We’ll put things in motion then.”
Tamara got up and came to him, pressing her lips to his. “This is going to be fun.”
Later, as she welcomed her guest and prepared to make the opening speech, she slipped out of her wrap dress and made her way up to the stage. The spotlight came on her and she smiled, knowing her body would be shown off to the crowd. She made a welcome speech, then, seeing Penn Black enter the stage, she called him and Grant to the stage. Grant smirking, Penn looking pensive, she kissed them both. “Let’s get the party started, shall we?”
She pulled a chair to the center of the stage and then bent over the back of it. Grant thrust into her as Tamara freed Penn’s cock from his pants and took it in her mouth. Penn, looking shocked, stood for a moment then pulled away, tucking his cock into his pants and disappear off the stage. Tamara, angry, pretended to shrug his rejection off then beckoned another handsome man she had spotted onto the stage. The three performed for their audience to rapturous applause and it wasn’t until later, when Tamara had worked the room, satisfied that her club was a success, and moving away from the naked, writhing bodies that seemed to take up the whole dance floor that she retreated to her office for a break. Grant was fucking his way around the gathered beauties, even fucking a particularly pretty guy at one point, much to Tamara’s delight.
She sighed, sitting down at her desk, then started as she realized Penn Black was sitting on her couch, his dark eyes hooded and angry.
“What the fuck was that?”
Tamara took out a cigarette. “What did it look like, darling? You know what kind of club this is.”
“And you know you are my sub. I say when my dick gets sucked, not you.”
“Oh, get off your high horse. This is my club, my rules.”
“That wasn’t our agreement.”
Tamara relented. “Okay, fine. But, Penn, I thought we had moved past that.” She got up and went to him, her face softening, her voice a seductive whisper. “You and I…”
She pressed her lips to his, was grateful and relived that he didn’t draw away. “You and I are beyond all this…I’m sorry about earlier, I should have remembered that.”
Penn’s eyes were a little less hostile. “Are we? Or are we kidding ourselves? We’ve never even seen each other outside one of these clubs.”
Tamara felt stung. “Yes, we have…I came to your apartment, remember? After your sister had been killed?”
Penn frowned. “What?”
Tamara realized her mistake. Fuck. “I mean, after she died, sorry, I misspoke. I came to your apartment, remember?”
Penn was still frowning and Tamara cursed silently. Stupid, stupid…still, he wouldn’t suspect in a million years that she would have killed his sister…would he?
Penn cleared his throat and shook his head. “Sorry, it’s still raw. Of course, I remember now. But, Tamara…are we anything?”
“You told me you loved me.” Damn it, why did her voice shake?
“And I do…I think. I just don’t know what love looks like for me. I mean, I’ve had relationships, yes, but recently, I was shown what true love, real trust really is and I wonder if I’m capable of giving that to you.”
Tamara got up. “So, it’s the old ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ kiss off?”
Penn grabbed her hand and pulled her onto his lap. “I’m not kissing anything off. I’m trying to be honest with you and that alone, is new for me. I’m traying to talk to you so that we can figure out a way to be with each other without hurting each other.”
Tamara relaxed a little. “What do you want from me?”
Penn was silent for a while. “If I asked you to be mine…I’d want to know you were truly mine. No other men. Not even clients. Not fucking, anyway. I know how much you enjoy domination…and that’s fine. Look, I do not want to tell you what to do, Tamara, I’m just saying…we stay faithful if at all possible. I’m a grown-up, I know there will be temptations, I’m just asking you to be honest with me if you slip.”
“And you’ll be honest with me?”
“You have my word.”
Tamara studied him. She knew, without doubt, that she loved him…but would he be enough for her. No more clients, no more Grant…well, she could trust Grant to be discreet enough that she could keep fucking him, but did she really want to?
“How about we give it a try? Say a month. If neither of us slips or wants out in that month…then we call it a relationship and move things along. If not, we shake hands and stay friends with benefits?”
Penn nodded. “I can do that.”
Tamara smiled at him. “Then I think this is going to be amazing, Penn Black.”
“Me too, darling.”
Grant didn’t seem bothered when she told him there would be no more sex between them. “Fine. Although if you’re really going for this no cheating thing, it puts paid to you screwing Sofia before I kill her, but hey, I think that was just my fantasy.”
“I think it was. Listen, Penn and I are grown-ups and he knows what I do for a living. I’m saying no other men – or women -for me, for at least this month. If he can stay faithful too, then I’m in. And that’s where you can help?”
“I can?”
Tamara gave him a chilly smile. “Penn’s going back to Paris to stay with a friend for a week. I want you to keep an eye on him.”
Grant sighed. It would really cut into his Sofia time and Tamara raised her eyebrows at him. “When you can tear yourself away from my step-sister. Look…after this trial things, if Penn and I are in a relationship, then I want it to be legitimate, no secrets. Which means one thing.”
“And what’s that?”
“That we have to destroy, abduct and murder Sofia Amory within one month of today.” Tamara grinned. “The clock is ticking.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Sofia put down her sketchbook and sighed. She had been trying to work out some ideas for their guest bedroom for a week now but couldn’t decide whether to skew more to the masculine or feminine side in décor. Such problems, she grinned to herself and got up to make herself some tea. They had moved in at the weekend, the apartment only half-decorated but they were so eager to be there, they didn’t care about the boxes and paint and mess. Despite their plans, Sofia had decided she wanted to do it all herself – after all she was an artist. Ivo had been busy seeking out new talent in the art schools – moaning that he still couldn’t find anyone to compare to her – and helping out with the decorating in the evenings while Sofia worked on her canvases. In two weeks, she would be taking three new pieces to Venice to show at Maceo Bartoli’s Floating City Gallery, and Sofia was both nervous and excited.
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