Beautiful Devil: The Rockstar Duet Book 2

  I was very happy, because something told me the meeting would go really well and Oliver would finally be able to turn his life around—through music. But how would Oliver react to the news about our meeting with the producer? What if he dug his heels in and refused to go to the meeting? I got the impression he was quite unsure of himself.

  My worries were completely unfounded. When we told him, he was in seventh heaven. He was giddy and restless like a young boy. He felt so at ease around us that he played us more of his songs.

  The evening progressed to eating pizza, drinking Fanta and playing all sorts of games on the Xbox, where Alexander let me win just twice. I felt like I’d been transported to my student years. There was a difference though—I was now with a man who made me walk on clouds, feeling like the most desired woman in the world.

  It was almost 10 pm when we finally decided to head back to the hotel and let Oliver rest.

  * * *

  The building of the Kraftberg Hotel in Geneva was majestic. As all other hotels, this one stood out with its incredible architecture. With bated breath, I regarded the beautiful Roman-style sculptures standing tall on top of colossal marble columns. At the back of the beautiful terraces rose elegant French windows, above which hung exquisite plaster figures.

  Oh, heavens! This divinely handsome man truly was a genius when it came to architecture and design.

  And not just architecture and design, a faint, satisfied voice whispered at me, making me smile.

  We entered the apartment and I could barely stop myself from gasping in surprise. The lounge was illuminated by numerous white candles scattered around the fireplace, in front of which there was a tray with expensive champagne and a bowl of strawberries and cream. Large, thick cushions were arranged around the tray.

  “I seriously doubt all hotel guests are welcomed in this way,” I opined, stunned.

  Alexander took my hand in his and pulled me nearer to the fireplace. “No… I just decided to surprise you. Do you like it?” he asked, smiling.

  “Do I like it? This is the most romantic surprise I’ve ever had.” I sat on the soft cushions, while Alexander opened the champagne and poured some in two flutes.

  “Let’s drink to the most gorgeous girl in the world.” He passed me a glass, while settling next to me.

  “Hmm… Who are you referring to? I don’t think I know her.” I wrinkled my nose and he grinned at my words. “Let’s raise a toast to us, baby.” The crystal flutes chimed.

  The cold champagne spread a pleasant glow in my stomach.

  Alexander picked up a large strawberry, dipped it into some cream, held it between his teeth and passed it into my mouth. It was incredibly sweet. The juice ran down my chin. I wiped it with my fingers.

  “Mmm… Delicious,” I purred with pleasure. He slid his hands across my shoulders and started unzipping my dress. Then he pulled it over my head and threw it on the sofa. My bra landed on top of it amazingly soon after.

  He pushed up my breasts with his palms and murmured very quietly in my ear, as if someone might overhear us, “Will you allow me to cover this lovely pair with my cum?”

  Bending down, he gripped my right nipple between his lips. My body responded instantly and I let out an involuntary moan. For a while, Alexander outlined circles around the nipple with his tongue and then moved onto the left one. The path he traced along my skin was burning hot and made my blood boil.

  “Will you allow me?” he asked again. Lost in the moment, I’d forgotten to answer.

  “Only if you behave.”

  He didn’t bother looking up at me, but stopped teasing the tips of my breasts and said, “Well, I always behave… Hmm… So that means I may.”

  “How about we first get rid of your clothes?”

  “You seem to be able to read my thoughts.” He winked at me and pulled his T-shirt over his head.

  I drank in the sight of every muscle of his body, which was perfectly highlighted against the soft light emitted by the fire in the hearth. I’d die for this man—that’s how much I loved him. And not just for his beauty, but for his character too. I simply liked him for who he was, despite his intense jealousy. Or perhaps the jealousy made me love him even more, seeing that he wanted me just for himself, that he loved me…

  I regarded his graceful movements as he undressed and felt an incoming tide of passion. My breasts rose up and down as I breathed heavily.

  Now out of his clothes, he pulled me over to sit astride his lap and leaned on the sofa for support. His palms gently slid across my back, making their way down to my hips. “Your skin is incredibly soft, baby. The smoothest I’ve ever laid my hands on.”

  I frowned, thinking about the huge number of women he’d slept with.

  “Don’t think about that, Alexia.”

  “Well, don’t give me a cause to then.”

  “You’re right. I’m sorry.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and he flashed me that sexy smile of his—the one I could never get tired of. It was so dazzling and had an incredible effect on me. I pressed myself tight against him and kissed him. His hands pressed tight on my skin and then one of them slid down to my ass. His finger stopped on my anus and stroked it. My muscles tightened and I felt my vagina getting very wet. He continued along the path to my slit, which longed for his caresses.

  “Oh, baby, you’re always so wet for me,” he whispered, hungrily pressing his body against mine. “I have one more thing to ask of you.”

  “What is it?”

  He reached for his gym bag, which he’d set down next to us, and took out a box from its side pocket. He opened it and showed me five purple balls attached together with a string. On seeing them, my pulse drastically quickened. I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to try them.

  “Today, I want us to play a little with these anal beads,” he continued and I bit my lower lip with embarrassment.

  “Hmm… I don’t know…”

  “But they’re so small,” he continued insistently.

  I had another look at them. Do I actually want to try them?

  “There’s no way for you to know whether you like something or not until you’ve tried it. Do you trust me?” His voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

  “Hmm… Yes.” I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but had no idea what to expect. Would I really like it? I’d never used sex toys with my exes and my ignorance was making me hesitant. Still, the most important part was that I trusted him completely.

  Alexander slowly and gently ran his index finger along my neck and up to my chin, raising it and adding, “I’ll pull them out of you when you start to come, and you’ll see how effective at enhancing the sensation they can be. You’ll like it, baby. I’m sure of it. I’ll be very careful.”

  My loins convulsed, spreading arousal throughout my body. My skin prickled and my heart started beating rapidly. He pressed his lips against mine and slid his tongue inside my mouth. I moaned. Could I say ‘no’ to him? Did I want to say ‘no’ to him? After all, I could always tell him to stop if it all became too much for me.

  I momentarily pulled my lips away from his and whispered warningly, “Fine, but if I don’t like it, we’ll immediately put an end to these kinky games.” As turned on as I was, one part of my brain was still thinking clearly.

  He nodded and pulled me back to him. I grasped his engorged cock, lifted myself up and took him deep inside my sex. I started to slowly ride him, gradually accelerating my movements. The muscles of my vulva tightened around his cock, making me tremble with pleasure.

  Alexander scooped a little cream with his index finger and stuck in my mouth. I started to suck it vigorously and run my tongue along it. This turned me on even more. The sensation was so nice and erotic. I put my arms around his shoulders and continued to move up and down, riding him slowly and passionately. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back. He dug his face into the curve between my neck and shoulder and traced a path with his lips to the back of my ear. Gently he gripped it between h
is teeth and rubbed it with his tongue.

  “You’re so warm and tight.” He moaned and breathed heavily in sync with me. His lips were slightly parted when I bent down to kiss him. Our tongues touched and started to caress each other. I let out a moan inside his mouth, brought to the edge of orgasm. He touched my throbbing clitoris with his thumb and started to rub it.

  “God, it feels so good, Alexander.”

  “Hold off a little, baby,” I heard him say and frowned. Opening my eyes, I saw him reach for the bag and take out a tube of lube. He squeezed some out on the fingers of his right hand and applied it liberally on my asshole. Then he inserted his middle finger inside me. I squeezed my muscles tight, but not because I wasn’t expecting it. It was more of an instinctive reaction. He bent me down toward him and started to kiss me passionately. I dug my hands into his thick, brown, silky-soft hair and increased the tempo.

  “Wait, not so fast. You’ll make me come and I don’t want to do that just yet,” he murmured and picked up the beads. “Don’t squeeze. Relax, baby. It’ll feel nice.” His voice was as soft as velvet.

  He started to slowly insert the beads inside me, one by one, continuing his thrusts to increase my pleasure.

  “They’re inside you,” he stated and smiled charmingly. A devilish spark ran across his eyes. “Now you can fuck me until you’ve had enough. I’m all yours, baby.”

  I was completely filled up and this was making me crazy with passion. It was all new to me. I’d crossed a line I’d never thought I’d dare to. Wrapping my arms around him, I pressed my body tight against him. I wanted to feel every muscle of his. I caressed him, tousled his hair and pulled it gently, driven crazy with passion.

  He gripped my ass with his hands and slapped me hard. I screamed, but not in pain. The scream was caused by the enhanced sensation of the beads inside me.

  “Let go, baby… Yes, just like that,” he hissed through his teeth, seemingly from a great distance. The orgasm was already shaking me. I shouted his name, trembling, drained and breathless. I felt how he pulled the beads out of me just as I was coming and thought I’d explode from pleasure. The ecstasy was simply indescribable. Alexander hugged me, pressed me tight against him and followed me to the sweet end.

  We both relaxed onto the soft cushions, waiting for the turbulent hurricane in our heads to abate.

  “Dear God, you’ll be the death of me,” I whispered, barely gathering the strength to do so.

  “Never,” he replied and kissed my hair. “How do you feel?”

  “It was surprisingly wonderful.” I realized I was embarrassed to talk about the experience.

  I didn’t have to tell him—he guessed anyway. One glance was all it took.

  “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We didn’t do anything forbidden. I want you to feel liberated with me, to have no limits to what you’d do.”

  I didn’t even realize I’d grimaced.

  “Alexia, what we do behind closed doors concerns only us. You know I feel extremely possessive toward you, and just as you wouldn’t, neither would I ever share you with someone else. Never!”

  I moved my hips and sensed he was still hard enough. I smiled slyly. If I shouldn’t feel shame, then…

  “I want you again,” I murmured, nibbling his chin.

  “With the beads?”

  I shook my head. “No, let’s give the beads a rest. I don’t have the strength for them. For you, on the other hand…” I didn’t want to be satisfied with just one orgasm—my heart could endure a few more.

  I slid my hand across his wet chest. Alexander turned me on my back and kissed me with extreme tenderness, making me float somewhere between the earth and the sky, lost in a cloud of emotions and overflowing desire.

  We made love slowly and then insatiably, as if any second now someone would split us apart… and then slowly and passionately once more. We needed to be merged together, to be one whole. I don’t know how many times we came.

  Afterward, we talked about us, his brother, his hotel in Hawaii. Once we’d finished the conversation, we did it again in the bedroom and then on the sofa. We were crazy in love and behaved like insatiable teenagers. In the end, we did in the bath, thinking we were done with our outpourings of passion for the night. Convulsing from the latest overpowering orgasm, I trembled in his arms. Reaching his climax, Alexander pulled out of me and sprayed a hot shower of come on my breasts. Then we slumped into the bath, having completely lost track of time.

  “Oh, God… I’m exhausted,” I whispered, relaxing in his embrace.

  “I think I’ve lost my mind from love. I can’t get enough of you. And I never will. You’re exactly what I want.” He intertwined his fingers at the back of my neck and kissed me, moaning into my mouth. “Don’t worry, I’m done with sex for now. Otherwise, you’ll think I’m some sort of a sex maniac.” He sniggered, his lovely voice echoing in the bathroom’s acoustics.

  “I’m not complaining.”

  He winked at me and added, “Let me wash that sticky sperm of mine from your breasts.”

  Leaning over me, his face intoxicated my mind for the umpteenth time. Would I ever get used to that unearthly beauty of his? I’d never seen such perfect facial features in any man. I felt the urge to caress every inch of his skin—not that I’d never done it before, but I wanted to do it again. Raising my arm, I gently ran the tips of my fingers along his forehead, temples, and eyebrows. Alexander closed his eyes and I touched his eyelids, enjoying the feel of his long, thick eyelashes. I slid a finger across the outline of his perfect nose, cheeks, gorgeous lips and masculine jaw. He opened his eyes and kissed me gently. His lips were so soft and warm, and his breath was simply divine. He grabbed my wrist and kissed my palm, whispering, “I’m in heaven, together with my goddess.”

  * * *

  I must have dozed off. When I woke up, I saw I was alone in bed. This startled me, so I shouted his name. Alexander was stood by the open door to the balcony, wrapped only with a towel around his waist. Through the window, I saw the sky, which was littered with an infinite number of stars. There were no clouds, so they shone bright like diamonds against the backdrop of a black cloak.

  “I’m here,” he said and came over to me. “Calm down.” He threw off the towel and lay beside me.

  “Why aren’t you sleeping?” I asked.

  “I had a little work to do and then I couldn’t fall asleep,” he replied and spread his fingers on my back, pressing me tight against him. I stuck my leg between his and relaxed, calmed by the feel of his warm body.

  “Are there new problems?”

  “No, everything’s fine,” he replied and put his lips on my forehead. “Go back to sleep.”

  I knew he was keeping something from me. He always refused to discuss his problems to spare me the stress. However, this was small comfort to me. I wanted him to share everything with me, so I could somehow console or even help him, provided that this was within my power. So I took the decision when I started to work at his company, I’d no longer let him get away with it so easily. I wasn’t yet a member of the Kraftberg International team, but once I was, that would be the end of his secrets.

  “Don’t think you’ve managed to fool me.”

  I heard him laugh briefly. “I love you, babe. Now go to sleep.”

  “How do you cope with so little sleep? If I hadn’t seen you sleep with my own two eyes, I’d think you were a vampire,” I said, trying to cheer him up.

  My tactics were successful, because he grinned. “Vampire? What do you know about vampires anyway?”

  “Actually, nothing. But you know what it says on the internet—they don’t need sleep.” Alexander pulled up the sheet higher to cover me. “Fortunately, I haven’t met any yet.” I yawned.

  “Go to sleep or you’ll get to meet one very soon,” he ordered in a menacing voice.

  “What’s this? Are you trying to scare me?” I slapped his arm and he sniggered. Then he leaned over me and, closing in on my throat, said, “I’m a
scary and very thirsty vampire.” Suddenly, he gently sunk his teeth into my neck, making me yelp.

  He laughed heartily. “You’re such a chicken. See, I haven’t got fangs.” He bared his teeth and then chortled again.

  I stared seriously at his white teeth, which stood out even though it was dark. Just to make sure, I ran my index finger across them. At that moment, he bit my finger. I screamed again and he laughed heartily. He was definitely having a lot of fun frightening me.

  “Cut it out… You’re going too far.” I pouted, but it was all in jest.

  “Sorry, babe, but you’re really funny. Did you actually think I was a vampire?”

  I pretended I was seriously considering his question. “Well, maybe you’re half-man, half-vampire. If you can get by on so little sleep, there must be something rotten in this whole business.”

  He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth. Oh, God… He was such a good kisser. Little Alexander raised his head between us, but I needed more sleep. Otherwise, in the morning it’d be me who looked like a vampire with bloodshot eyes.

  “I’ve never kissed a more passionate… monster.”

  “I’m a monster, am I?” He spread my legs and settled between them. I yawned again. My eyes wouldn’t stay open.

  He smiled tenderly at me and pulled away to lie on his back. He embraced me and I sleepily rested my head on his shoulder.

  “Go to sleep, babe. Sweet dreams.”

  3

  At exactly ten o’clock, we parked in front of the massive house of the famous music producer Alain Bertillon. At first, I thought the entire house was painted white, but when I had a better look, I noticed a faint shade of pale grey. It was built in a modern style, with windows extending down to the floor. For me, the best thing about this property was that it was located right next to Lake Geneva.

  Bertillon welcomed us very warmly. He greeted Alexander and Oliver by shaking their hands, whereas he honored me with three pecks on the cheeks, at which point my boyfriend could no longer contain himself and pulled me away from his arms.