“I don’t know what it is about her, but she sets my soul on fire by simply existing.”
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“Deeper…” A chesty chuckle rumbled from him. “Why haven’t you told Wes about us?”
Her next breath got caught in her throat. She stared into his bright eyes, unsure on what to say.
“Is it because he’s your lover too?”
Uneasiness swarmed her, chasing her bliss away. She pulled back from him and maneuvered to the edge of the bed.
Surprisingly, he let her move.
She drew the sheet around her body and gazed out the window. The beautiful city of Atlanta and its sparkling nightlights gazed back at her. “You knew?”
“I’ve known from the day we met.”
She’d lied to him. She told him that she and Wes were just really good friends, but apparently, her false words were only convincing to her own ears. “How?”
“The way you two gaze at each other when you think no one is watching…I only pretended to be oblivious to it because I didn’t want to disrespect what you two had, but the day we kissed, all of that changed. I would’ve said something earlier. Although, I didn’t think I was in a position to do so.” That would explain why he needed to know where they stood relationship-wise.
He fell silent, and so did she.
Hips swaying, she sashayed across the stage with her electric guitar, Venom, in tow. Her swarthy skin shimmered like dark diamonds under the spotlights. Strawberry blonde dreadlocks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. She swept a gaze over the eager crowd. The lights caught the spark in her haunting eyes, adding to her seductive allure.
A jeweled choker adorned her long neck. Fashioned from leather and lace, a crimson corset hugged her torso, and a short plaid skirt flared out over her bodacious hips. Completing her stage ensemble, skin-tight leather clung to her legs, and a pair of red, wedge-heeled sneakers sparkled on her feet.
This woman was a rock goddess haloed in lights. Wielding her mighty guitar, she ruled the stage and everyone beyond it.
Our mistress, Queen Sting.
Stirring with great anticipation, the crowd waited. Not one person shifted their attention from the stage.
A wicked smirk graced her face. Positioned at the microphone, she whirled Venom in front of her and teased the strings with her long, scarlet painted nails. Her glossy lips parted and her tongue slid out, revealing a sparkling guitar pick. She plucked it off her tongue and cooed in a husky timbre, “‘S’up, sexy bitches.”
A voluminous roar bounced off the club’s walls as the sea of people went into frenzy.
“Allow me to introduce my band of badasses!” With one hand wrapped around Venom’s neck, she ripped the pick across the taut strings. The electric guitar released a rebellious cry. It soared through the large speakers like a thunderous strike. “On bass is my Californian playboy… Chase.”
The bright eyed, floppy-haired kid to her left strummed the golden beauty hanging from his neck, drawing screams from the women in the audience.
“On keys, the sexiest man you’re ever gonna lay eyes on… Becca.”
With his lengthy hair draped over the sides of his face, the guy to her right flashed an enticing smile as he fingered the keys on his instrument. The crazed screams only grew louder.
“And on drums, my brotha from another motha… Slice! Hit it, baby!”
Surrounded by a shiny percussion set, the muscular man in the fedora whipped his stick from one drum to the other, delivering a brutal beating. A wild cadence resonated through the building.
“I’m MonaLisa and we are Scorpion Tail!” The band thundered into a hard-edged rhythm with their mistress leading the way. “Say your prayers, ‘cause we’re about to rock you ‘til death!” Her raspy voice surged into song, “It courses through your veins, my sweet, poisonous kiss… Take me again like that, fill me with your painful bliss… Let me thank you for your pretty lies and smiling deceit… I’ll remember you, only for the days of pain and nights of grief…”
Even though the lyrics she delivered were ominous in their nature, her voice was hypnotic. Spellbinding.
Struck in complete awe, Toshiro watched her strum her magnificent guitar, with her dreads swaying wildly about under the flashing lights.
Her gaze locked on him, a sultry smile followed. “Tell me you wanna die, baby, just for a taste… Give me your soul as you fall in my embrace…”
Can she see me through the blinding lights and sea of jerking bodies? The idea she could separate him from the mob was a fool’s fantasy, but the possibility sent an unrelenting shudder down his body. Even though the building was packed from wall to wall with people caught under her spell, he felt like he was the only one in the club.
She’s singing and playing just for me.
His bones vibrated with the heart-thumping pulse, his blood ran hot. The taste of her lips lingered in his memory. The thought of her poisonous kiss tightened his groin. He couldn’t rip his eyes away, no matter how hard he tried. From that moment on, he couldn’t deny it. He was enthralled, bound to her in body and spirit, and he would never be able to live without her.
Superstar, Ripp Collins had the crowd spellbound, enthralled by his beauty and raspy, haunting voice as he belted out a verse. “When you look at me, tease my desire with a mere gaze, it shreds the edges of my soul…”
The indie rock band Devil’s Avenue was under the spotlight tonight, and they had the club packed to capacity.
The pulse of the bass drum and the cry of the electric guitar whipped through the building like a harsh, metallic rock n’ roll storm. The music’s roar mingled with the fans’ zealous screams. Multicolored lights flashed over the performers, adding to the dark and mysterious ambiance they created.
But Ripp… He glistened under the fluorescent beams, like a divine being. Flicking his fingers across the guitar strings, he rocked his hips to the beat, threw his head back, and let out one of his gritty primal cries.
The crowd went wild.
An unwanted smile dared to cross my face. I sat rooted to the barstool at the back of the club, refusing to let his bad boy allure draw me under his spell, like everyone else. But damn, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, which meant, I was already enchanted. Now that I think about it, I’ve been spellbound for quite some time now.
A few days ago, Google extended an invitation for me to join Google Play. I’m excited about this because the more platforms my books are offered on, the better for the readers. Due to my tight writing schedule, I won’t be adding them all in one day. Instead, I’ll add one every other day. Then I’ll post it to let you know it’s available.
Thanks for being my motivation to write.
Josephine clutched her thighs together and shifted in the leather seat, hoping to God the feeling would go away, but the longer she sat there next to him, the worse it became.
Dammit, why didn’t I take a cab?
On every inhale, she couldn’t help but breathe him in. He smelled so damn good. His cologne, combined with his natural scent, enticed her senses, and made her mouth water for a taste of him.
She kept taking shifty glances at his masculine hands and long fingers as they gripped the steering wheel. Feverish, she wrung her hands together in her lap, fighting the need to slip her fingers between her thighs and heal the ache dangling on the edge of her clit.
Ahhh, this is torture!!!
“Uh-huh, sure, yeah I’m fine,” she murmured nervously, diverting her gaze out the window. “My first time riding in a Land Rover. I used to hate the exterior design of them, all boxy like. But uh, it’s nicer than I expected.”
“Thanks, I guess.”
She couldn’t even look at him. Best she didn’t. He had a wicked way of sucking her into the deep blue fantasy in his eyes. It was too dangerous of a place to be, a place where she could easily lose herself in a heat of passion. Damn him! It wasn’t fair he had this kind of effect on her, especially when she tried so hard to stay on the right path.
“Here we go.” The vehicle pulled to a stop at the entrance of the hotel.
“Thanks for the ride,” she uttered quickly.
She went for the handle in an attempt to make a run for it. Before she could escape, he latched onto her wrist, forcing her to turn and look at him.
Inky curls hung loosely over his forehead, enhancing his sex appeal. God, why?
“I know this goes against what we discussed, but I just… I want to spend a little time with you, get to know you. And where we go from there, I don’t know, let’s―let’s just leave it to fate. I like you a lot Josephine, and I truly hope you feel the same way about me.” His eyes were so sincere, so hopeful.
Dammit, she had almost made it out of the vehicle. She closed her eyes for a brief moment to steady her thoughts, to think of something to say that didn’t involve the words, fuck me, please.
“Don’t make this any harder than it already is. Like I said before, I’m in a relationship and this would only―I just can’t.” She gently twisted her wrist from his grip. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”
She darted out of the vehicle, leaving his alluring scent behind. He called after her, but she didn’t dare turn around. The fever he engendered rolled down her body in waves, causing her to break out in a cold sweat.
Without hailing the doorman, she ran up the entrance steps and through the open glass doors. She hurried past the lounge area to the elevators. The sliding doors opened, welcoming her in, but she hesitated to enter.
She didn’t want to go back to her room all worked up like this. She needed to clear her head, to think of something, anything other than him. She needed… a stiff drink.
Scampering from the bank of elevators, she retraced her steps then made a sharp right turn to the bar. Neon lights haloed the handsome bartender like he was the God of Liquor and Spirits.
“Sapphire martini, no, two shots of Vanilla cognac, uhm, no wait… Better yet, hook me up with a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue, on the rocks. Josephine Burnett, room eight fourteen. Charge it please.”
“Yes ma’am!” The bartender flashed a megawatt smile as he prepared her drink.
Clutching the chilled glass, she rushed to an empty booth in the far right corner, away from the packed bar. No matter how hard she tried to slow her erratic breathing, it wouldn’t settle. She took a much-needed swallow of her chosen beverage. The burning liquid added fuel to the fire already blazing within her.
God, she wanted him so badly, more than she’d ever wanted anyone.
This was crazy. She loved Terry and would never cheat on him. Never! He was her first and only man. No one had ever touched her body but him, and no one else would!
Maybe if she called and heard his voice, it’d put an end to this crazy desire flooding her body. Doubtful, but she had to try something.
She looked to her side for her trusty handbag to seek out her phone. It wasn’t there! Where… Oh no. “Shit.” In her haste to get away from Devon, she’d left her bag sitting in the backseat.
Frantic, she slid to the edge of the booth, ready to make a mad dash through the bar, when all of a sudden her Louis Vuitton bag was placed on the table in front of her.
Reluctantly, she looked up to meet with those metallic blue eyes. His lids half-mast and chest heaving, he stared down at her. Everything blurred around him.
With her hand plastered across her rapid thumping heart, she dropped her eyes to his hand. He still had a tight hold on the handle of her purse. His fingers slowly unfurled. The same fingers she wanted stroking her skin, teasing her clit, thrusting deep inside of her dewy entrance. She bristled and shook her head. Too late, the images were lodged deep in her mind.
“Dammit, Devon,” she pushed out on a heavy sigh.
His audible gulp sliced through the clamor of the bar. “You’re welcome.”
He turned to leave. Without thought, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. As she tugged on him, his pulse raced beneath her fingers.
“Yes?” Hand braced on the edge of the table, he squatted to be eye level with her. “What is it, Josephine?”
Please, you beautiful sexy man, don’t make me say it, she begged with her eyes.
Somewhere along the way, she must have picked up telepathy because he simply nodded and raised his keys. “Let me turn my Rover over to the valet. I’ll be right back.”