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“What?” I muttered, immediately clutching the sheets. Was he here? No. I laughed and licked my lips, realizing they were swollen.
As if he’d been kissing me.
As if I’d been sucking his cock. My God. Wow.
A constant flow of tingles pulsed throughout my body as I blinked, struggling with the shadows still formed around my head. Focusing was impossible and the rapid hammering of my heart was driven by the beat of some unknown music.
An image formed in my mind. A face yet still unfocused.
Moaning, I shifted and was able to feel the intense throb between my legs.
The dream had been so real. The darkness was oppressive, the shimmer from the nightlight across the room creating ominous shadows. My pussy throbbed and I felt the wetness between my legs.
A tiny laugh surfaced and I blinked several times to try to focus, finally able to bypass the ugly shadows. A few seconds later, I tossed the covers, lowering my feet to the floor. I’d had several intimate dreams over the past few nights, but none so overtly sexual.
Exhaling, I calmed my nerves and moved toward my bedroom window. I had the feeling of being watched. After a few seconds, I pulled the blinds away, peeking outside onto the dimly lit street, the single overhead lamp providing little more than a dull yellow glow.
With sleep still in my eyes, I scanned what I could see of the other small houses and vehicles. It was the middle of the night, the neighborhood safe and quiet, no one inside.
Then I saw him, a man standing less than fifty yards away.
A man so tall and broad, he took my breath away.
Menacing in his silence and lack of movement.
And he was watching…
CHAPTER 3
Four months later…
Kazimir
The sunset on the strip was spectacular. Shades of wild roses and tangerines filled the late afternoon sky. The heat was oppressive, but sitting in my air-conditioned office, I could escape from the world all around me if only for half an hour.
Life was good.
I sat back in my chair, propping my feet on my desk. With one arm crossed behind my head and a drink in my other hand, I was at peace. A rarity. The music was spectacular, the concerto brilliantly orchestrated, and the musicians amazing. As the deep bass reverberated through the Bose speakers, I wished I’d brought my earbuds with me. They provided a more intimate setting, allowing the passion of the instruments to provide a stark and haunting tale that remained with me for hours after the performance.
Her performance.
The only woman who’d sparked my interest in years, a voluptuous blonde with eyes the color of the purest emerald. I’d been lucky enough to catch her latest performance, choosing to sit in the first row to catch every nuance, every facial expression. The entire time my cock had remained hard. Even now, my balls were tight to the point of a dull ache.
She’d been stunning and I’d been mesmerized the entire time I’d sat in the audience. To have an actual recording of her music was even more spectacular. The CD had been produced a week before, the production able to capture the full regaling beauty of the orchestra. Mostly, the lovely Marissa’s fingers as they tickled the keyboard continued to excite me. Of course, seeing her in person had made it that much more special.
Flowers.
Gifts.
Since when had I not simply taken something or someone I wanted? Never. Marissa was far too innocent and sweet for a man like me. Maybe there was some goodness left inside after all.
If only she knew she had a beast as an admirer. I chuckled from the thought. I’d debated heading backstage but didn’t want to frighten her. One day soon, I would make that happen. The thought kept my cock at full attention. There was such a sweet vulnerability about her, an admirable attribute that was easy to see, yet when she played, she was a true powerhouse.
I was forced to adjust my dick before the pinching sensations turned to pure agony.
The sharp knock on the door interrupted the only moment of solitude I’d managed to grab for myself after returning to Vegas. “Come in,” I growled.
My brother laughed softly as soon as he walked into the room. “Wow. You’re in a mood.”
