Chapter 42
CHAPTER 42
S ynergy and Fire
Michael
I’m still in awe as we pull up to the house. I haven’t been able to find the words I want to say to her to express how amazing she is. The synergy, the electrifying way we worked together.
The job had been unpredictable from the start. We had to go in blind in order to get all five targets at once. It had to be done simultaneously.
For all my worries, Symphony proved me wrong. She handled herself like a well-trained assassin. With each day that passes, I have been seeing the errors in how I have handled Sim.
My protectiveness may have done more harm than good. Uri is right. Symphony is a natural.
After what I witnessed tonight, I would fear her as much as Hush or Morte Nera.
Without a word, she steps from the car, leaving me to stare after her. She’s still angry with me. I get out and follow her into the house.
She goes in through the side door and straight to our bedroom. The last two weeks have been heaven, waking up with her in my arms and going to bed with her next to me. It makes me question if I have done anything right.
As I’m lost in thought, Sim strips down and climbs into the shower. I bag her clothes, then strip from mine to do the same. Then, I walk the bag to the shoot that leads to the furnace to toss it in.
Uri now has one of these shoots in all the hitter’s bedrooms of this house and his office. It has been convenient, to say the least. Once I’m done, I head back to the shower. I owe my wife an apology.
Symphony
“Stupid buttface. I know how to do my job,” I grumble to myself.
I am stewing. I have never been so angry. Michael could have gotten himself killed with his behavior.
I wasn’t in harm’s way. I had it under control. I growl in frustration. I haven’t been underestimated like this since my freshman year in college. One of my professors only saw my disorder.
He treated me like I didn’t belong until I outdanced every dancer in the program. I worked harder than everyone else. I lived in the dance studio when I wasn’t practicing piano.
When the professor would try to change the routine mid-session to throw me off, I homed in my focus and picked up the changes before anyone else. It was exhausting at times.
I would return home and have a meltdown many days, but I showed him. I did my best like I always do. I became the best.
When I master something, I master it. Killing has been no different. Those men tonight were all bad men.
I knew what we were there to do, and I did it. I’ve been working on my own for nine years. Adriano rarely assisted me.
How dare Michael doubt me? This may not have been as controlled as I liked, but I was still able to handle it. I got it done.
“ Bella , I can hear you cursing me out in your thoughts. I am sorry, Sim. Forgive me,” Michael says in my ear as he steps into the shower behind me and cups my soapy breasts.
He begins to kiss my neck as he kneads my mounds. I cling to my anger. This is important to me.
I want his respect. I have already stepped up in the last two weeks. I’ve demonstrated what I’ve been learning while working for the O’Sheas.
He goes from kissing to sucking while pinching my nipples. I fight a moan as I wish to keep my anger. I do my best to ignore him.
“You were amazing. I am sorry. I will never doubt you in anything ever again.”
Lifting one hand to my chin, he turns my face toward him and dips his head to take my lips. I don’t open my mouth to him. When I don’t, he squeezes my breast in one hand and wraps his other arm around my waist, pulling me tightly against him.
“Baby, please. We have lost so much time already. Let’s not spend more time being angry.”
“I have a right to my anger.”
“Yes, you do,” he says and kisses my lips. “I will do anything you want for me to make it up to you. Name it and it’s yours.”
I stand with my gaze on his chest. His growing erection is poking me in the leg. Through my anger, I’m still becoming wet for him as he roams his hands over my back and butt.
“Anything?”
“Anything.”
“I want a dance studio. I miss the one I had at the estate in Boston.”
“Would you like a new piano as well? The one you have been using is a rental. I should have realized Uri was up to something when he rented it.”
“Yes, I would like that too.”
“I will find us a house and I will give you your studio and piano.”
“We are leaving?”
He pinches my chin between his fingertips and waits for me to meet his gaze. Sadness fills me at the thought of moving from here. I like Val and I miss Uri.
“You don’t want to move into our own home?”
“No. I am finally surrounded by family. I want to stay here. Val is kind to me and Annabella is here. I like playing with the babies. I think they likes me.
“I would like to live here. Before I came, Uri said there was plenty of room here for us. I have learned that to be true. I wish to stay.”
“Then we will stay. I will discuss your studio with Uri and order your piano in the morning. Is there anything else that you would like?”
“I want to go on a proper date. We have never been on one.”
A huge smile comes to his face. He tightens his hold around me and kisses my forehead. My anger finally begins to melt away.
“We will have to fix that, won’t we?” he croons.
He takes my lips in a searing kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and return the kiss this time. I moan into his mouth as he deepens the kiss.
“One more thing,” I say as I pull away.
“Yes, my little killer.”
“You have to do another job with me. This time, you have to trust me as a partner.”
He searches my gaze for a bit. At first, I believe he’s going to say no. My anger begins to rise again.
“I leave for a hit in Greece in a few weeks. Something a little more intimate. Come with me. We will do it together.”
I nod and lift on my toes to kiss him again. I whimper when he breaks the kiss and steps back. Reaching for the bodywash he begins to wash my body and then allows me to wash his.
Once we are clean, he shuts the water off and steps out to grab a towel. He dries me off and wraps the towel around me, then wraps one around his waist.
I remove the cap and wrap from my hair and move to the mirror to oil my scalp and fix my locs. Michael brushes his teeth, then turns to lean his butt against the sink as he watches me.
“I remember when you first changed your hair. I thought it was pretty on you then. It is gorgeous on you now.”
“Thank you.”
“I remember once asking you why you changed your hair, but what made you choose that style?”
“It … I … I needed something I could manage on my own. Annabella never really knew how to care for my hair. Then there were the patches from my stimming.
“As a teenage girl, I started to think about my appearance more. It took a long time to decide on what to do, but I chose locs because, if needed, I could twist them to serve my stim.
“I’m just a lot more cognitive when I’ve placed the strands under too much tension. I thought the women in the photos who wore locs were pretty and fierce. It also tamed the mass of hair I had when it wasn’t damaged and ugly,” I say.
Michael moves to stand behind me. He gathers my hair and places it into the bun I keep it in for bed. He then kisses my shoulder and looks into my eyes through the mirror.
“There has never been anything ugly or damaged about you. I’m sorry I didn’t know how to take better care of you. I should have found someone to handle your hair and assist you with anything else you needed.
“If I could do it all over again, I would do so much differently. I would have given you so much more.”
I turn to face him. “You gave me everything I needed and so much more. You were my friend when I had none. You were a shoulder to cry on when life was so overwhelming and confusing. Michael, you have been my safe place. The reason I always want to do better.
“You are the reason I play music. The reason I breathe. The reason I always want to do my best.
“The reason I know I can do anything. I have always felt your love even before I knew it was romantic love. I will never regret the day the pretty boy with the blue eyes saved me and took me away from the bad man.”
Before I can finish pouring my heart out, he crushes his lips to mine and cups the back of my neck. The kiss quickly turns heated. He pulls my towel loose and it falls to the floor.
I cry out and toss my head back as he cups my breast and wraps his lips around my nipple. He has his fingers working in between my legs, driving me crazy. I claw my fingers through his damp hair and moan as he makes my body bloom for him.
“What do you want, Sim? What do you need from me?”
I think his words over before I deliver a clinical answer. I pause my reply as I think about how he loves to hear me talk dirty. I think of what I want and the most crass way I can say it.
“I need you to fuck me from behind. I want you to pin me down and fuck me,” I say.
Michael pauses in his movements. He pulls away from my breast to look up at me. I search his eyes to see if I’ve done something wrong.
“Did I say the wrong thing?”
“No, not at all. You just took me by surprise.”
“I think I will enjoy being dominated in the bedroom. I would like to know what it’s like to get fucked hard.”
“You want me to dominate you?”
“Yes, fuck me, choke me, take my body for your own. You are a strong male. I think you would be good at it.”
“ Cazzo. Potresti essere più perfetto? Ti scoperò finché non potrai più urlare. Così forte che i tuoi occhi si incroceranno.”
“Yes, please. I want my eyes to cross, my toes to curl. I don’t care if I lose my voice. Fuck me as hard as you want. You are the perfect one.”
“Spread your legs for me,” he growls.
I open my legs wide as he gets to his knees. Swiftly, he places my legs over his shoulders and begins to feast on me. Michael is so good at cunnilingus.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I grab hold of the edge of the sink. I come screaming, having to cover my mouth with my hands.
Michael looks up at me and releases a dark chuckle. Lifting to his feet, he scoops me up into his arms and wraps my legs around his waist. He kisses me deeply as he walks us into the bedroom.
I begin to kiss his neck and inhale his scent. Bending his knees, he opens the bedside table on my side of the bed and pulls out one of my bottles of oil. He then allows my body to slide down the front of his.
I lower to my knees and look at him through my lashes. He looks at the oil, then back at me. I smile and wait for him to pour some on his penis.
“That wasn’t my plan, cara ,” he laughs.
“Is this not what you want?”
His penis jerks in my face. I lick my lips, wanting to return the pleasure he just gave me in the bathroom. He pours some of the oil onto his shaft and begins to stroke himself.
“Open your mouth.”
I do as he says happily. I have been doing some research and think I know more about how to bring him pleasure. I have a few tricks I want to try.
He slides his length into my mouth as I relax my throat. I take him as deep as I can, but he pulls out way too fast. I pout up at him, wanting to demonstrate what I have learned.
He smiles down at me. “Open again. Hold your mouth open and stick your tongue out.”
I do as he says, and he taps his penis against my tongue. The precum on his tip drops onto my tongue. I hum and lift to follow his retreat with my mouth this time.
I’m rewarded as he slides into my mouth, but he tries to pull back out again. I wrap my lips around him and suction my cheeks. I have a tight seal on his thick member, trapping him in and pulling a groan from him.
Placing my hands on his powerful thighs, I take over and bob my head. As he begins to make more sounds of enjoyment, I reach for his balls and begin to massage them gently.
“Sim,” he hisses through his teeth.
I hum happily as I alter the pressure of my touch to gauge what he likes most. Suddenly, the slick feeling of the oil dripping over my breasts grabs my attention. I look up at my husband through my lashes and find his gaze locked on my oil-slicked breasts.
With my free hand, I begin to rub the oil on my mound, pinching my nipple until it comes to a hardened peak. Micheal grunts and cups the back of my head, holding me in place.
I choke a bit, but I don’t back off. He has to pull out for me to catch my breath. When he does, I run my forearm across my mouth.
The raw lust in his eyes makes me so happy. I’m ready to continue, but he lifts me to my feet and turns me until my back is to his front. He pours more oil onto my body before he places the bottle down and palms both of my breasts.
I moan as he nuzzles my neck and kneads my chest. Lifting one breast up, he leans over me and takes my nipple into his mouth. The action shoots straight to my core.
I push my fingers into his hair and hold on tight as he continues to suck and lick at the tightened peak. I lift on my toes, trying to get closer to his mouth. He splays a hand between my belly and my pussy as if trying to hold me up from tumbling to the floor.
My heart swells. He’s always trying to protect me. In this moment, I realize that’s never going to change. It’s ingrained in the core of who he is.
My angel, my protector. My strength, my love, my Michael. My husband.
“Michael, I need you so much.”
“Be patience, mia moglie. ”
He nudges my feet apart with his foot, then grasps my upper arms in his palms. In the next motion, he thrusts in between my slick petals. I lift up on my toes, but he tugs me back down to take him.
“Michael, I’m so full,” I pant.
“This is what you wanted. You said you wanted me to take you from behind. I’m giving you what you want, mia moglie . Is it not good?” he breathes into my ear.
“Yes, it’s so good. So fucking good.”
“That’s my girl. Take it and tell me how good it feels.”
“It feels amazing. You’re so thick and so deep. I can’t believe you’re so hard inside me.”
I don’t understand how this can keep getting better. Just when I don’t think it can go to another level, he bends me over at the waist and begins to thrust harder. He now has my wrists crossed above my butt in one of his hands.
“Oh God, Symphony. You feel so incredible, baby. So fucking wet. Can you handle more?”
“Yes, please. I can take more. I want more.”
He pulls out and pushes me to climb onto the bed as he climbs on behind me. I moan loudly as he begins to kiss and suck at my butt. He has his hands everywhere, caressing my skin and heightening my arousal.
When he begins to eat my pussy from behind, I can do nothing but grasp the sheets and hold on tightly. I rock my hips back against his face as he hums in pleasure. I melt into the mattress as he pushes two fingers into me to finger fuck me.
I scream his name as I come. Just when I think I might be spent, he lifts my ass and straddles my hips. Reaching for his length, he pushes into me and begins to stroke slowly.
Then he wraps his arm around my shoulders and takes one of my hands in his. He laces his fingers with mine as he continues to rock his big body into mine. I am consumed by him, covered in him like I’m wrapped in a blanket.
I cry out and pant as I take him. His strokes are perfect. He nips my shoulder then kisses the side of my face. I melt down into the mattress again.
This time, he begins to increase his pace. His body has me pinned down as he alternates between fast strokes and deep, long ones where he presses deep into me and holds it. My eyes cross as my heart pounds.
“Is this what you wanted, baby? Am I fucking you how you want?”
“Yes, more please.”
He lifts up and pulls both my arms behind me to loop one of his around them. Then he lifts my upper body up off the bed as he fucks me harder, making my teeth chatter.
I’m so wet; the sound fills the room. Everything in me sings for him. I’m a coming mess.
By the time Michael is done with my body, I’m exhausted and sated all at once. I love this side of him. I want him to dominate my body more often.
As hard as he remained throughout the night, I think this is something he liked as well. I make a note of that to remember for the future. I fall asleep in his arms with a smile on my face.