Chapter 5
Harmony
FOR SOME REASON, AGREEINGto help Darius felt so right. Sofia had fucked with her life enough, and if this was the way to teach her sister a lesson to wise-up then so be it. She lay on the bed, caressing her hand against her chest. After their conversation in the bathroom, Darius told her to meet him later for dinner downstairs. When he left, he didn’t lock the door and all the alarms mysteriously disappeared from the windows while she showered. She kept thinking about how he sounded, how good his touch felt. There was something about him she couldn’t place. She only just met him, but he made her feel safe and loved. She never felt this way around any of her boyfriends, not even Gio. Sexually, she wanted him badly. She wanted him underneath her, moaning her name, begging to touch her, her pussy squeezing his cock and milking it dry until he couldn’t come anymore.
She felt herself grow hot, pulsating, waiting for her treat. She sobered up out of her lustful thoughts when she thought, Does he feel the same way about me?
It wasn’t fair to think he wanted her just as badly. Except it wasn’t hard to see he had some sort of attraction to her the way he shifted and allowed his cock to try and play peek-a-boo under his pants.
She had to find out. Harmony Catrone was no damsel-in-distress. She didn’t even care that he kidnapped her at this point, now knowing the full story. Everything started to click. She was a woman who took what she wanted when she wanted it, and Darius would be no different.
Darius
DARIUS WALKED AROUNDthe dining room table, making sure everything was perfect. An Italian like himself...well...half Italian...he couldn’t see her turning down a perfectly cooked meal of meatballs, pollo alla cacciatora, caprese pasta, and finish it out with freshly made tiramisu and cannolis by his Sicilian chef. After lighting the red taper candles, he grabbed the wine bottle that Stefano pulled out for him from the wine cellar off the table. Grabbing the corkscrew, he expertly twisted it into the cork and the familiar pop was music to his ears. He wafted in the smell from the open neck of the 1945 Brunello di Montalcino. Perfection. He thought about going up to knock on her door to tell her dinner was ready, but there was no need. He heard the clack of heels against the hardwood stairs. Darius looked up and watched as the vision in red took delicate steps down each stair. The heels were black and strappy, and the bodycon dress held her curves snug. Her little fupa at her stomach and thick thighs took his breath and gave him a raging hard-on in return. It glittered under the soft candlelight. The dress had a long slit up the side of her right leg, exposing her thigh. He could tell she wasn’t wearing any panties or a bra for that matter. Her nipples poked at the thin fabric and her long hair cascaded down her back. He walked over to the other chair and pulled it out for her. She smiled and sat delicately as he pushed it in toward the table.
Harmony eyed up the spread. “Mmmm, pollo alla cacciatora. My favorite.”
Darius grabbed the wine bottle and poured the red liquid into her glass. “Really?” he said curiously. I’ll have to thank Ramiro later for that information.
She took the tongs and scooped some caprese pasta to start out with. He sat down on the other side of the small table. He was thankful he took out the 6 leaves earlier that made it from a table that could fit 15 to a more intimate setting. They eyed each other as they ate and sipped wine.
“Why did you decide to become a hit man?”
Darius was never taken by surprise, but her question caught him off guard and almost made him spit out his wine.
“Excuse me?”
“A maestro sicario. Why?”
She continued eating forkfuls of pasta, barely batting an eye like her question was polite conversation. He loved a woman who got right to the point.
Darius shrugged his shoulders. “Money. Prestige. And I just like whacking people.”
“Just people who deserve it or anyone?”
“I don’t normally let people into my business, mia rosa. But if you must know, it doesn’t matter to me. I ice anybody the money tells me to. Makes no difference who or why.”
Darius watched as her eyes flared and a small curl tease at her lips.
She was enjoying this.
They continued eating, making actual polite conversation. The bottle of wine quickly disappeared and by the time they hit the cannolis, tiramisu, and coffee, they were giggling and smiling.
“You mean to tell me you’re the one who put Luca Rosso in the meat freezer and set The Batello on fire with its own liquor?” Harmony spat through fits of giggles.
Darius laughed with her. “That’s right. Luca didn’t know what was comin’. The capo with Don Marcano said he was tired of Luca acting like a pig in his nightclub and skimming the till. So, I only treated him the way he acted and set The Batello on fire so they could claim insurance losses. Surprised the fucker stayed frozen after it burnt down. I was hoping he’d make some crispy bacon.”
They laughed heartily until Harmony went to reach for the wine bottle and tried pouring the empty bottle into her glass.
“Would you like another?” he asked.
She nodded in approval. Darius walked around to her side of the table and picked up her hand, placing it once again against his lips. “Be right back, mia rosa.”
She watched as he walked away to a door near the stairs and opened it, going down below.
Harmony stared at the room. Looking over toward the front door by the foyer, she saw a large living room. In the room there were comfortable leather couches and chairs. A large ceiling to floor bay of windows, bookcases lined with books of all genres from smutty to Shakespeare. By the window was a large grand piano. She smiled as she walked toward the piano.
DARIUS WALKED DOWNthe steps into the wine cellar. Looking through the catacomb of hundreds of bottles, he found the one he was looking for. He pulled out the bottle off the rack and blew off the dust. The 1907 Shipwrecked Heidsieck will do. Above him, he heard a strange sound. He’d left the door ajar and realized the sound he was hearing was melodic and soothing. It was the piano in the grand parlor. The tone tugged at his heart, making him feel calmer than he had been in many years. He felt himself giving in to the notes. Who was playing that beautiful music?
He gently walked back up the stairs with the wine in hand. Coming around the corner and walking the few steps to the door of the parlor, he peeked in and saw Harmony sitting on the bench at the keys. Listening more intently, he realized she was playing the Moonlight Sonata.
Darius wasn’t sure but it felt like his jaw dropped. She was already everything he had ever dreamed of, and this was icing on the cake. A woman who adored classical music? He didn’t want to ruin the moment, watching her play from a distance, her body swaying to the resonating sound of hammers hitting strings.
He silently walked up to her beside the piano. “Beethoven. I’m impressed.”
Harmony looked up at him but continued to play. “You know it?”
Darius leaned against the piano. “Of course I do. Beethoven was a favorite growing up, although one of my favorite pieces is his Symphony number nine in D minor.”
Harmony stopped. “That was the one piece I could never master. Can you play it for me?”
Darius smiled. “Of course.”
They switched places and she stood behind him as he warmed up his fingers. He began to play. They both gave in to the music, closing their eyes and becoming drunk on the notes. She leaned in close, her body pressing against his back. Her arm snaked around his chest as she pushed her full breasts into him. They both sharply inhaled. His fingers began to fumble as her mouth came close to his ear.
“Darius?” She whispered.
“Yes?” He barely choked out.
“I need to know something. I saw what happened in the bathroom. And I could tell the moment you looked at me walking down the stairs. Do you want me?”
What the hell.He stopped, turning toward her. His arm quickly wrapped around her and pulled her in so forcefully her mouth was barely touching his. He realized he was still wearing his protective glasses so she couldn’t see his eyes. She had no idea the heat that was burning inside, poisoning him.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I saw you.”
That was all she needed to hear. Her mouth went down on his, her hands curling through his hair. She moaned against his lips and he felt his cock stand at immediate attention. This was it. She was about to be his.
Harmony
SHE GOT WHAT SHE WANTED. She didn’t think it would take playing the piano to finally have his cock, but that didn’t matter. She was tired of her pussy begging for relief, her swollen lips crying for an orgasm. His words were music to her ears, and that was her cue to make the move. Harmony was never one to play games and hard to get if she didn’t have to. This man turned her on so badly she wasn’t waiting for him to take her. His sweet talk and the well-tailored black suit, white shirt with the silken green tie, were enough to make her want to come right there on the stairs when she walked down. Thanks to the slit in her dress, she found herself easily able to straddle him. She felt his hands graze over her ass and grab hard. She moaned against his lips. Nothing else mattered right now. Not Alessandro, not Sofia—all that mattered was having him inside her.
She did this on purpose, and it was working beautifully. Her fingers curled in in his hair, pushing his mouth harder on hers. They both parted their lips at the same time and began to explore each other’s mouths with their tongues. His scent, his taste, it enflamed her. He picked her up and swung her around to place her on the piano lid. She almost felt sorry for it, but he didn’t seem to care that he almost broke the lid prop by slamming her down onto the hard wood. His hands expertly worked his way down her neck and cupped her breasts. He pulled one out, exposing it in all its glory. Darius’s hot kisses left a trail of fire from her lips to her neck and down to her nipple where he began to lick and suck on it so gently that she wanted to arch her back and push his mouth on it harder. His tongue continued to dance and tease, perking up her nipple. She didn’t even feel it when he pulled out the other one and began to tweak the nubbed flesh between his fingers. She writhed in his hands, unable to control the growing pressure and heat between her legs. He made his way down and spread her legs open. She was wet, pink, and ready. Both sets of lips begged him to take her. He grabbed her thighs, pulling her closer to his mouth. She almost screamed when his tongue delved into her pussy. He lapped at her juices, guttural moans escaping her throat. She felt herself grabbing his head and pushing him in deeper, and he responded by working his hands under her ass and pulling her into him even more. His tongue flicked inside her pink walls, playing with her pierced clit. One hand worked its way out and began to rub right where her piercing was while he continued to eat her out. She couldn’t stand it anymore. She was so close to the verge of her own orgasm, but he stopped right when she was about to reach her peak.
She looked down and saw him looking up at her. Standing up, she could see how hard his cock was. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him like he tasted her. She had to hold back the animal inside her that wanted to rip those expensive dress pants open and let his cock spring forth in all its magnificence. Darius picked her up by her waist like she was nothing but a feather to him. He positioned her to wrap her legs around him so he could walk them over to the large Victorian couch with gold inlays over by the bank of bay windows. He tossed her down onto the black velvet. He stood up, his hands reaching down to unbutton his pants.
“Wait.” Her voice was raspy, almost a whisper.
He stopped. She maneuvered herself up and reached for him. Her manicured nails slithered past the silk trim of the waist band, her thumb flicking his belt apart. If there was one thing she was an expert at, it was getting a man’s pants to the ground. She undid the buckle and popped the buttons, her hands sliding the black cloth down past his thighs until they dropped to the floor.
Well, hello there...
Turns out she wasn’t the only one expecting to get fucked tonight, since there it was staring back at her, a glorious, unsheathed sword hard and ready for action. Harmony had seen plenty of different cocks in her life, in more ways than one. But this one...it was the most beautiful thing she ever saw. It was long, hard, and perfectly thick. And would you look at that...the carpet matches the drapes. Gently, she wrapped her fingers around the shaft. Already it was pulsing beneath her hand, and she heard Darius moan a sigh of relief. She didn’t want this moment to end, so she slowly started stroking it, her mouth leaning in to suck on his head. Her tongue flicked over his skin, cradling it as her hand moved up and down his shaft. He reached to put his hand on the back of her head.
“Suck it.” His voice had changed from the soft and gritty undertones she was used to, to demanding and cold. The change stirred something inside her she didn’t understand. She felt him grip her hair and pull it downwards, so she had to raise her chin to face him. He was looking down at her.
“I want that mouth, mia rosa. Now.”
Yes, daddy!
He released his grip only slightly so she could reposition her head before she took his full shaft in her mouth. Her tongue going over every part she could possibly reach. She cupped his balls, her fingers dancing closely between them and his ass. The sound he made was primeval, instinctive. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, pushing her to help her. He tasted divine, like a heady mix of desire and bourbon-laced bodywash. Tears started to flow down her cheeks. Never in her life had she wanted a man so badly it caused her to cry. She wanted to please him, to have him come in her mouth so deep it would hit the back of her throat. He must have known what she wanted since he started to thrust his hips faster and faster until he cried out, holding her tight against him. Harmony responded by pulling him in as hard as she could, letting the salty liquid drip down her tongue into her throat. She felt a sense of euphoria feeling him squirt so hard it hit with such force at the back of her throat, and she gladly swallowed every, last drop.
Why does this feel so good? Please, Darius, give me more. Don’t let this end...
Pulling his cock out of her mouth, she looked up to see him smiling.
“That won’t do, mia rosa. I’m not done with you yet.”
He was so quick that she was almost instantaneously on her back on the couch. She looked down to see nothing had changed, he was still rock hard. It almost looked like he was even harder than he was before he came. Taking off his jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, he revealed a broad chest with the beginnings of a small 6-pack. She reached up to run her fingers down his chest and followed the little orange trail down to his cock.
Harmony felt a shiver of anticipation go down her spine. She didn’t know what he was going to do to her, but he hoped he would bring her some relief and fast.
“What do you want from me, Darius?”
He leaned in close to her. “I thought that was obvious.” He leaned even closer until his lips grazed her left ear. “You.”
The moment he said it, she felt him enter her. The feeling of him filling her almost made her explode on the spot. Her mind swirled, the ecstasy too much for her to handle. Waves of pleasure washed over her as he pumped inside her. Something in her mind clicked. Decades of tampered-down feelings and pain and hurt came boiling up. He was the key to unlocking her true potential. Tears poured out of her eyes, letting the feeling take her where she needed to go. He watched her every move, realizing what was happening. For the first time, he reached up and took his glasses off his face, never breaking his stride. Harmony stared back into deep black pools. Most women would be turned off by a man who had black eyes, but she found it sexy as hell.
No wonder he kept them hidden behind those glasses...
A new world opened to her. She saw lust, desire, and aching need... for her inside his eyes. She wrapped her arms around him, letting a guttural moan escape her lips as she reached her peak and the tears kept coming of pure pleasure.
“Darius...” she cried, her voice pained with an aching need. Their eyes were locked, and neither one of them were going to look away as they came together.
He thrust deep inside her, both of them coming and orgasming, their bodily fluids mixing together in peaceful harmony.
“Harmony...” he whispered as they climaxed together. She felt his body, slick with sweat, grow tense in her arms then limp as he spent his energy into her.
Harmony felt her soul leave her body. It almost pained her to feel him pull his cock out of her, but he only got up long enough to walk over to a large oak chest by a closet door and pull out a thick sherpa blanket. The couch was large enough to comfortably fit the both of them, so she slid over a little as he went to lie on the couch beside her, holding her close to his chest. Harmony wrapped one arm around him, lying her head on his heavily beating chest after quickly landing a soft kiss on his neck. Darius looked down and gently kissed her on the lips. She wanted more of his lips, but her body was too much like Jell-O lying between him and the arched back of the couch. Both perfectly content, he pulled the blanket over them, and they sat drinking in each other’s company, letting the moment take them. Soon, she drifted off to sleep.