Sympathy For Diablo (Breathless Eternity #1)

by S. E. Chardou

  I switched breasts and bit her other as I teased and sucked it.

  “Oh God, that feels so good,” she mumbled.

  “You know what would feel even better?” I murmured in her ear.

  Before she had the opportunity to ask, I flipped her on her back, held both of her long, lithe legs in the air and entered her. She sighed like a cat that had gotten the cream while I plundered her pussy with my dick. I needed to fuck her hard and rough. It didn’t make my feelings diminish for her in any way but sometimes, there was nothing else that would do but a hard-core fuck that made me feel like I was king of the world.

  I couldn’t even pretend like she wouldn’t be sore but as she whispered the magic words, “Fuck me harder, Adrien,” I had no choice but to oblige.

  I spread her legs so I could see my cock pumping in and out of her pussy like a piston. She moaned and played with her breasts while I sped up until everything was just a blur.

  “I’m gonna cum, baby.”

  Sierra’s walls clinched my dick like a fucking vice as I felt her juices cover my dick in a warm shower that could never be had except in a woman’s pussy. I pumped the last few times before I let out a roar and came inside of her so hard, I didn’t think I would be able to stop.

  My poor balls, trapped and full of cum, poured into her as I continued to softly piston inside her until I felt completely empty and spent.

  I knew she felt like jelly because my muscles and body still felt the after effects of our aggressive lovemaking even after I’d slid off her body and lay flat on the bed.

  She rearranged herself until her hair fanned out like a pillow on my stomach and she curled up next to me, using my six-pack as her pillow.

  “What are you thinking?” I finally asked after I reached over, grabbed a cigarette and lit it up.

  Sierra looked at me with those wide hazel-green eyes. “Mmm, that my body needs a lot more of that and I was right. I was a huge and incorrigible bitch during my whole ‘ordeal’ because I needed dick. Not just any dick though—your dick.”

  “I wasn’t the most pleasant person to be around either if you must know. Maybe because I felt like Angie didn’t seem to give a shit and Lizzy secretly worried about you but she hid it behind her feelings for Zero.”

  She sighed softly. “Please don’t tell me your best friend was competing for the ‘Douchebag of the Year’ award and didn’t tell my poor lovesick friend he was taken?”

  I smirked after I dragged on my cigarette. “Jean-Paul is honest to a fault. He’s not that kind of guy. Of course he told her about Annalise. He’s not heartless but you’d be surprised at how soft hearted he is. To be honest, I think he feels something for Lizzy too but what can he do? Fuck over the daughter who happens to the Prez’s progeny for something that may or may not go anywhere. The decision has never been entirely his, ma chérie.”

  “I know . . . it just makes me sad because if Lizzy has fallen hard then it’s bad news for him and Annalise. She’s emotional but at the same time, when she sets her mind on something, she won’t stop until she gets it.” I watched as she moved her hair out of her face. “Why do I get the feeling that even when she leaves, it won’t be over? Not for her and definitely not for Zero.”

  I felt the same way too but unfortunately, I couldn’t tell Sierra my little sister was a barracuda of the worst kind. From the time she was five, she’d proclaimed to our father that she would marry Zero and become his old lady. Zero fought it even then by admitting to me that he never wanted to be part of the club. He wanted to play music and he wanted to see the world. France wasn’t big enough for his dreams and us being cosmic twins, I felt the same way.

  What started out as a hopeless crush became something altogether. Pretty much Zero sealed his fate when he broke my sister’s virginity at her sixteenth birthday party. No one would have known except she came up pregnant and had a horrible miscarriage at six months.

  My father had stepped to him and basically explained to him that Annalise was his to look after and take care of. He didn’t give a shit whether he joined the club or not but he would take care of his daughter. Zero agreed, and thus the deal was made with the devil. He would never have the option of taking another woman permanently other than Annalise. The woman was my sister but that still didn’t mean I thought it was fair. She wasn’t spoiled goods, and they didn’t have a child together. Why did he have to take care of her for the rest of his life?

  However, like his love for Sierra’s mother, there were just some aspects of Pop’s life that would never change.

  Sierra leaned over and faced me. “So, when do you want to go back to Paris?”

  “Tomorrow afternoon. We’ll stay long enough not to be rude but I gotta get us back to the city. Unless you like spending time out here in the country?”

  She shook her head before she leaned over and kissed my lips. “Then let’s go to sleep.”

  I crushed the cigarette in its own ash in the ashtray before I leaned over and spooned her from behind. It was summer and although the temperature had cooled down a bit, I was an inferno on my own. Sierra backed into my warmth and I wrapped a comforting arm around her waist.

  We lay there for a long time listening to each other’s breathing yet neither one of us said a word.

  It was like we both knew where we belonged; in each other’s arms—content, emotional and yet, free of doubt all at the same time.

  No one or nothing would ever be able to change that.

  Sierra was mine and I was hers, heart and motherfucking soul.

  DIABLO AND I held hands as we walked along the endless maze of over the top luxury and stunning beauty.

  Several days after we came back to Paris, he’d had his whole home security system changed to make us both feel more secure. Then he told me his big surprise for me and I felt like a kid on her birthday.

  When I started this vacation with my friends—and that was what it was supposed to be, a month getaway to France—never in a million years did I think he would ask me to take over as Breathless Eternity’s publicist.

  “Why not?” Adrien asked me. “It’s not like you can’t handle this position with your eyes closed. You have your Bachelors from Boston University, you’re articulate and you’re not a pushover. I love you and so do the guys. We all discussed this and we’re not going to take no for an answer.”

  I bit my lip. “What about Damien?”

  “What about him? You know he would never hurt you. You two may never become buddy-buddy but you’re siblings and you should at least respect one another. After all, you’re going to spending a lot of time with him.”

  I rolled my eyes like that was the worst news in the world but to be honest, it wasn’t. I looked forward to learning more about my brother whether he was ready or not.

  The weekend before Breathless Eternity would hit the studio again, and I officially would start my job with Tweeting, Instagraming, Facebooking and the like what was going on in the land of one of the hottest rock groups in the world, Adrien surprised me by taking me on a tour of the Versailles Palace.

  The place inside was absolutely beautiful and too much for words. Everything was so classically beautiful yet over the top with a hint of garishness but one could never have said something like that out loud. The fact that people actually lived like this while the majority of the French population was starving was beyond me.

  Marie Antoinette and her ilk had in fact started the storming of Bastille and what became the French Revolution when France officially offed all their monarchy. What the people had left behind for visitors like me to see over three hundred years later was utterly and completely mind blowing.

  “Why aren’t you taking any photos?” He asked me as his arm pulled me closer to him and we took in the second floor, along with other tourists from too many countries to count. It was August and most Parisians and those that lived in the upper class suburbs were gone on vacation themselves. Mostly to the south of France but some had ventured even farther awa
y from home and were probably having the time of their lives in my neck of the woods or Canada.

  The band and I would be going down to the Cayman Islands to record the songs Breathless Eternity had ready for their upcoming album. Surprisingly, they had fourteen. Both Zero and Adrien agreed that maybe three more songs were needed. The deluxe version would have on the three or four tracks not chosen for the album.

  Granted the songs they had were cut from over twenty songs the band had come up—or rather Zero and Diablo. When they weren’t fulfilling boyfriend duties at the countryside home of Marie and Shady, they were a dynamic duo that could just come up with lyrics like they were nothing. Zero would work on the melody with Diablo, they’d contact Tricky and Ziggy on FaceTime and a song would be born.

  It was an amazing process and one I felt truly lucky and blessed to be a part of given our circumstances.

  Lizzy and Angie had both gone back home. Damien had decided she wasn’t the one after all and he broke her heart before she left in a fit of anger and rage. Lizzy wasn’t ready to go yet but there was no way she could face her parents’ rage or allow Angie to take the plane home alone.

  I was the only one left but I didn’t really feel all that broken after they were gone. I did have the obnoxious Annalise, and although it seemed like a miracle, we truly got along. I had Adrien and our rabid sex life, which made me fall more and more in love with him every day.

  “What are you thinking about?” he asked me as we finally left the palace and began to wander around the gigantic maze that surrounded it.

  “Nothing much.” I looked into his bluer than blue eyes before I kissed his lips quickly. “How I would rather be here than anywhere else right now.”

  He turned toward me and really studied me while we continued to walk. “You don’t miss your parents?”

  “Nope . . . well, I take that back. I miss my dad but not my mother. Caleb and I got along fine but he’s also engaged so he doesn’t have time for me like he used to. It’s okay—I understand because right now, you’re occupying most of my time and I love it.”

  Diablo turned me toward him and his mouth settled on mine before we had one of the most passionate kisses in my life while people moved around us and continued on their way. My Samsung Phone began to ring. Zella Day’s “High” was my ringtone and I loved it because it expressed so much and more about how I felt when we were together. A present from my beloved who’d managed to get me a Galaxy S6+, which was almost as big as the new Note 5—his favorite phone he kept in his pocket.

  I looked down to see a picture of my mother and my eyes rolled so far back in my head, I was afraid they might get stuck.

  Adrien gazed over my shoulder before he looked me in the eyes. “You can’t avoid her forever. Just get it over with so it’s not hanging over your head. Stop being such a damn procrastinator, Sierra.”

  “But I am a procrastinator and you—being a Gemini like me—should understand and empathize with my plight!” I exclaimed, my eyes never leaving his.

  In response, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. “You don’t get to use your astrological sign to get out of this one, chérie. Answer your mother’s call.”

  I took a deep breath and swiped the green button. “Hello?”

  “Lizzy and Angie came back over a week ago. Why weren’t you with them?”

  No pleasant greeting or even a question about my well-being. Yep, this was my mother all right.

  Her voice was sex-personified to most people but to me, she’d always sounded like Joan Crawford. There was nothing appealing about a wire-hanger abusing mother so I put up with it but funny how now I realized my mother and I didn’t have much in common at all except our exotic looks. Where everything else was concerned, we were complete and utter opposites.

  “I didn’t come back with them because I’m not coming back to the States right now, Mom.”

  “Are you talking about overstaying and becoming an illegal? My God, your father would have a stroke! Sierra Sandrine Carter, we did not raise you this way!”

  Did I also mention a penchant for over the top dramatics and stellar acting like the late Ms. Crawford? She would have nailed that role in Mildred Pierce.

  “Mom, I’m not overstaying for Christ’s sake. I took a job here and they expedited my Irish and British passports. The fact that they weren’t expired was a plus but we were able to get them replaced quite quickly. I’m a citizen of the European Union, which means I can live here the rest of my life if I want to.”

  She sighed out loud. “I knew your father should have never kept up on those passports for you and Caleb. It’s just made you spoiled and greedy. Have you realized I’ve had to call you to find all this out?”

  “Well, Mom, I assumed you’d have bigger problems than that in a few weeks. You see, Damien Bissette is flying to Boston to meet you. He also wants your help acquiring his American passport. It is his by birthright—after all, his mom is an American.”

  I waited but there was complete silence on the other end.

  “Don’t make me drag this outta you, Mom. Is Caleb even Dad’s biological son? Is that why you hate me? Because I’m the only true Carter you really gave birth to? Is Caleb a Bissette? He has the right to know. He’s eligible for a French passport—”

  “Cut the bullshit, Sierra—”

  “No! You cut the crap, Mother. I had to come all this way just to find out my own brother hated me because he thought I was living some charmed life in the States with you while he was abandoned here, without you! I dealt with the fallout, and woman, it was tough. Paul is still in love with you, Mom. He never stopped loving you. And so when I come around, what’s the first thing that comes to his mind? If I really do have feelings for his son because he remembers what you did to him all too well, and he didn’t want Adrien to go through the same heartache.”

  I finally took a breath before I continued, “So when you ask me stupid, inane questions like what the fuck am I doing here in France, let me be oh so polite or I will call Father and tell him everything. Believe me, I won’t spare a goddamn detail no matter how much I know it would break his heart! I am here in France cleaning up the mess you made almost thirty-three years ago and you know what, it sucks!”

  “I can’t believe he would have said anything . . .” she trailed off.

  “Save the tears for when you’re alone, Mother. How could he have not said anything when we look alike? He knew I was your daughter from the moment he laid eyes on me. Does that sate your curiosity?”

  “What am I supposed to tell your father?” There was a slight tremble to her voice.

  “Nothing. I’ll call Dad later tonight and explain how I got a great job. It’s not for an NGO but a for-profit group but my healthcare is covered, my salary is great and I get to do something else I love—I’m around music all the time.”

  “We shall not speak of this again. My God, what if the NSA is listening and this gets back to your aunt? I would just die of embarrassment.”

  “You mean because at least she married a man, and he knew the baby inside her womb wasn’t his but she did go on to give him two beautiful children? Oh my poor, deluded mother. You could only wish you were half the person Eve Kerrigan is. She may not be perfect but she knows who she is and she has the conviction to stand behind every decision she has ever made in her life—right or wrong. I admire her very much for that alone.”

  I couldn’t do this anymore. Being on the phone with my mother was like being swept into a black hole and not knowing if you were going to come out on the other side. “Listen, I’m gonna cut this short. I’ll keep in touch but forgive me if I keep my calls to Dad only. I don’t have the strength to speak to you right now. Not with all the lies and betrayal between us. There’s just too much and . . . I need my own time to process how the dynamics of my family have suddenly changed. I love you but I don’t like you very much at the moment. Goodbye, Mom.”

  Diablo grabbed the phone from me and ended the call before he wrapped his
arms around me. “I know that couldn’t have been easy. I’m here for you, chérie. Even if you just want to talk. There’s no pressure.”

  “So where do we go from here?” I glanced into his eyes again.

  “We go home, I make us a nice dinner and then we can fuck all night if you want to. And then tomorrow, we leave for the Cayman Islands, and have a perfectly pleasant working vacation.”

  I smiled at him after I kissed his soft lips again. “Sounds like a plan.”

  “A damn good one, too.” His face became serious as he whispered in my ear, “Je t’aime, Sierra.”

  “Je t’aime aussi, Adrien.”

  There was no hesitation on my part after he’d said it.

  I didn’t respond because that’s what I was supposed to do but because it’s the way I truly felt.

  It may have been insta-love or insta-lust that slowly morphed into love. I didn’t give a shit. All I could think about was Adrien was mine, and there would be no way in hell anyone would be able to separate us again.

  SE Chardou is the darker side of professional liar and world-class traveler.

  Ms. Chardou’s writing is usually either dark romance or psychological thrillers with mystery and suspense aspects weaved into the plotline.

  She is currently working on a vast array of books about good girls gone bad, bikers, gangsters, cartels, and any other subject she finds remotely interesting enough to add a dark, psychological twist.

  When not writing, she enjoys daydreaming about her next trip to France, jet-setting across the country to author signings and playing taxi driver to her school-age daughters.

  Ms. Chardou currently resides with her two children and their multitude of stuffed animals in Las Vegas, Nevada.

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