10. Rain
Chapter 10
Rain
T he parking lot of the Seattle Hellfire club already packed. Shiny cars seemed to sparkle under the light littering each row and section.
I’d chosen to wear black high heeled boots the reached over my knees and the tightest black dress that clung to my body showing off my every curve.
Kenji had always loved the curves of my body but as the stilettos clicked against the concrete beneath my feet I found myself wishing that I’d worn something less clingy.
After all, his sister had just died.
Cassie…
Her name rolled around in my head like beads in a maraca. The feelings were still so fresh and raw. I should have been home and in bed weeping.
The truth was, I was hoping to score more of the coke we’d be partying on. It had made everything go so extremely numb that I didn’t know what else to do.
I didn’t have to feel as if I was sniffing my troubles away.
The dark and haunting music from inside the club called to me as the bouncer allowed me inside. His teeth were white and shiny as he flashed me a smile and I entered into hell.
Kenji would be in the offices.
He didn’t partake in the debauchery that was happening around me.
The second I stepped to the hostess stand, I saw three males partaking in an orgy. The hostess approached the stand, a smile on her face. Her pin made of gold and fire opal glittered under the dim light, practically glowing.
“Good evening and welcome to hell…”
I’ve been in hell…
“I’m here to see Kenji Ito,” I replied.
“Hmm…” She began to scan the list.
“Is there a problem?” The snap of my voice surprised even me.
Slowly, her eyes met mine. “No…”
“Then can you let me pass?”
“Just a moment,” she began to scan the list in front of her once more.
Annoyed, I whipped out my cell phone and began searching for his name. He was there behind the calls from Nora and my parent and my siblings. Each of them had called, wanting to know what was going on, how they could help.
“Ma’am…ma’am you shouldn’t have your phone out…”
I cut my eye at her and raised my phone listening to it ring. Turning my back, I waited for her to
“Again, ma’am,” the hostess began to raise her voice and I turned ignoring her. “You’re going to have to leave, ma’am.”
The phone just rang and rang until finally I felt someone snatching the phone and pushing me up against a wall. It was then I found myself staring up into the eyes of my ex-lover. His brown eyes were cold and hard as he stared down at me.
I wouldn’t look away. It was a turn-on for Kenji to intimidate a woman, he wanted them cowering in fear before them.
It was the reason we could never work out.
He wanted soft and demure.
He wanted a weak bitch.
“You could have answered the phone,” I rolled my eyes, my voice dripping with exasperation.
The man said nothing, except grabbing me by the wrist and pulling me after him. As we passed by the hostess who was scoffing at us, I blew her a kiss.
He pulled me on the elevator and only let go of my wrist once we were inside the elevator. Kenji, still holding onto my phone, punched a button and the elevator began to move. Silence filled the small confines of the elevator, and I was happy the moment the doors opened.
“After you,” he finally spoke.
Moving past him, my heels clicked against the marble floors. I walked to the end of the hall where a locked office door awaited. He came up behind me, pressing into me and easing my head to the side. A shiver raked its way down my spine.
“It’s been a long time, Rain.”
His voice had me trembling and just as quickly as the feeling had come, it disappeared.
Kenji moved from behind me and in front of me. My ears picked up that he was punching in a code to his private business suite and we eased inside.
The area was well furnished, looking as if it’d been pulled from a magazine. Seattle’s skyline glimmered and gleamed from the windows and I went over to admire the view.
“Why am I here?” I asked not even bothering to see what Kenji was doing.
“You are here because I wanted you here,” he replied, his voice soft and his tone calm.
He’s fishing, I thought.
“I mean…Cassie,” I needed to see his reaction to her name being said.
He was in the small kitchen area pouring liquor into two glasses. He came over and handed me a glass before steering me to the couches to sit.
“I was told…” He lifted the glass to his lips, the amber liquid shaking before disappearing down his throat.
I stared down at my own murky brown concoction before sitting it on the nearby glass coffee table. I didn’t have a taste for alcohol at the moment.
My attention returned to Kenji. He was staring at me.
He spoke, his voice heavy with sadness and regret. “I was told that you were there when Cassie died…”
Taking a breath, I simply nodded before uttering a word. “I was.”
He brought the glass back to his lips and took another sip. “I was also told that you didn’t see anything.”
Guilt was threatening to tear into me, and memories slammed against me like a tide hitting the sand. Cassie laughing in the salon, or the two of us having a smoke session. Even her telling me that she’d had an abortion earlier in the year because she wasn't with the father.
“I wish I could have done something…” I bit at my lip, suddenly ready to get the hell out of the Hellfire Club.
I was sure I could find something else to do other than talk about my dead best friend. I realized now that this sounded so incredibly selfish of me.
Finally, I reached and picked up the drink, sucking down the contents of the drink.
Kenji sat quietly, still observing me.
“Let’s get out of here,” I said suddenly.
He chuckled. “And where would we go?”
Rolling my eyes, I leaned in close our lips merely inches apart. He smelled like old times and bad decisions.
“Does it really matter?”
Before I knew it, we were in his red convertible Jaguar racing away from the Hellfire Club. On my way out, I’d blown the hostess a kiss. She sent a lovely scowl my way.
Kenji weaved the car through traffic like he was slipping thread through a needle’s eye. He was precise and immaculate in his driving.
Car horns beeped at us, pissed that we were cutting them off as we raced down the highway. The wind whipped over my body and for the first time in days, a peel of laughter escaped from between my lips.
We finally arrived at Kenji's house that was located a gated community. I was sure the house, big and dark had been sitting empty for months. Maybe even closer to a year. He was usually somewhere taking care of business.
Not that I cared, we'd only fucked around for a few months.
He opened the door and a musky scent hit my nose. It must have bothered him too.
"I need to have a cleaning service brought in," he murmured.
"Have you been staying with your parents?" I asked
"No, I've been at a hotel close by. They're grieving. Watching parents grieve is hard, it's even worse when it's your parents. When my older brother died, me and Cassie were younger, but it was the same thing."
I pulled my heels from my feet and padded into the house behind him.
He started spraying the air with an air freshener and then lit some candles.
"I'm hungry," Ken declared.
He whipped out his cell phone and we found a delivery service. We settled on some Italian restaurants in the area. I couldn’t wait to dig a fork into the chicken and broccoli alfredo.
He finally sat down on the couch beside me and snuggled up against me.
"How long are you going to be in town?"
He grinned at me and dropped a kiss on my head. "Missed me?"
"Please, we were just fuck buddies," I shrugged.
If I hurt his feelings by reducing what had been between us to nothing, he didn't say anything.
Instead, he pulled a blanket from the back of the couch and draped it over me.
"Yes, I think I'll be around for a little while," his voice sounded sad.
"I think Cassie missed you a whole lot," I offered up.
"Maybe," he replied, his tone still sad.
"I should stop bringing her up,” suddenly I felt like an idiot.
He eased forward and tipped my head up. Our eyes met and I could still see a hunger in them. He would devour me if I let him.
"I missed you," he whispered, trying to turn the conversation away from his dead stepsister.
Can you blame him, I thought?
The answer was that I couldn't. He leaned forward, our lips nearly touching. Before I could blink, I was straddling. A giddy left escaped from between my lips. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core. His hands roamed up the length of my legs until they reached my ass.
I moaned out, "You feel so good."
He stared up at me, making no move, his hands still under the dress and on my hips. "You know what's going to feel even better, Rain?"
"What?" I moaned again grinding into him.
"You submitting to me while I fuck your brains out," his hand began their trail up, gripping my breast.
Kenji was a breast man.
He had a real affinity for titty fucking me. The first time we'd ever met, he'd promised me that he was going to do one of two things. He was going to titty fuck me and then cover my face in cum.
He'd done it both, a week later.
Kenji eventually peeled my clothes off my body. Then he'd positioned me just how he liked me before putting his dick on my chest and pushing my titties together. He moved in and out, pinching my hard dark chocolate chip-covered nipples.
When he was close he screamed out in Japanese, the only word I knew was heaven. It was like part of his catchphrase or some shit.
Cum leaked out from his dick and he moved from off me, his breaths coming out hard and labored. I'd felt nothing after the encounter. I’d lain there for a few moments feeling empty, unsatisfied. There was no sexual gratification of any sort.
Later, that night, after we'd fucked again for the first time in maybe two years, Kenji lay beside me snoring away softly. I’d stared at the ceiling wishing I’d driven myself here so that I could leave and go home.
I'd slid my trembling fingers down to my soaked snatch and played with myself trying to find some sort of satisfaction. The heat that waited for me there was thick and desperate. I wanted relief as I parted my folds finding them slick.
The images that I conjured of Matteo sent a thrill through my body. The way his dark brown eyes would stare at me with such intensity.
His mouth... I imagined him eating my pussy with such expertise it would make a porn star blush.
And I'd come then, my body humming with pure fucking desire.
Hard.