Beautiful Prey 2: The Storm Series (BWWM Romance) (25 page)

As they rode past the Eiffel Tower, Natasha stared out of the
window with the enthusiasm of a little girl. Gianni had instructed the driver
to take the scenic route. This was already the best trip Natasha had ever
taken. Starting with the eight and a half hour flight on Gianni’s plane, in
which four were spent making love.

Natasha sat back and enjoyed the
view, along with her nasty memories. “Gianni, the city is so beautiful.”

“We’re no longer in the city. We’ve
entered Versailles. That magnificent structure to your right is the Chateau de
Versailles. The Chateau was the official residence of the kings of France and
the center of political power.

It’ll be the first stop on your tour
tomorrow. But tonight, I’m showing you Paris’ fabulous nightlife, courtesy of
Storm Entertainment.”

Natasha reveled in Gianni’s
excitement. The thought of Gianni being happy made Natasha happy. She was
really enjoying the ride, until they turned into a winding road that led them
up a hill. At the top, there was a huge security gate, flanked by a guard
booth.

Natasha turned to Gianni in surprise.
“You have a security guard?”

“I have a few.”

“Why?”

“I’m kind of a big thing here. It’s
the only way to ensure my privacy.”

“Oh.”

Then he said proudly, “Welcome to
Chateau de Tempete.”

Natasha’s eyes brightened with
excitement. “What does that mean in English?”

“It means Storm Castle.”

And a castle it was. They stopped in
front of a palace fit for royalty, complete with a uniformed staff waiting in
front. Natasha realized that she didn’t know much about Gianni’s life in Paris.
He’d leave Chicago every weekend to check on his businesses, but she didn’t
know that when he came home he lived like a king. Natasha was amazed that he’d
not once complained about moving into her tiny condo.

The driver opened the door and
reached in to assist Natasha, but Gianni stepped out first so that he could
assist her himself. Natasha laughed to herself, remembering how Gianni felt
about other men helping Natasha out of a vehicle.

Natasha stepped out and gaped at
Gianni’s home. “Gianni, your home is breathtaking.”

“
Our
home,” he corrected as he
took her hand.

A woman approached, and Natasha
recognized her as Selene, Gianni’s personal assistant. Natasha remembered her
embarrassment at being ditched in the middle of the night by Gianni. Selene’s
warm smile was welcoming, and Natasha found herself happy to see her again.

“Welcome to Chateau de Tempete, Mrs.
Storm,” she shouted with glee.

Selene grabbed Natasha’s shoulders
and kissed her on both cheeks.

“Thank you, ma’am. It’s beautiful.”

           
“Yes. You’ll love it. If you need anything please let me know.”

           
“Yes, ma’am. Thank you.”

           
“Please call me Selene,” she insisted.

“Thank you, Selene.”

“Bonjour,” Gianni interrupted, as if he
was being neglected.

“Bienvenue a la maison,” she
responded quickly before whisking Natasha away.

She walked Natasha past the staff
saying, “I’ll introduce you to the staff later, but right now I’d like to show
you around.”

Selene seemed almost as excited by
Natasha’s presence. She led her inside, and Natasha froze where she stood. Her
breath caught at the beauty that surrounded her. It was like a Parisian museum.
She had never seen a home so beautiful. It was one big work of French
provincial art.

Selene gave Natasha a quick tour of
the enormous palace. The entire house was impressive, but she was still taken
aback by the kitchen. It had to be bigger and more state of the art than any
restaurant. Now they were headed up the stairs, so that Selene could show
Natasha to the master bedroom. Natasha didn’t get much sleep on the plane, and
she wanted to take a nap before her date with Paris’ nightlife. Gianni stood at
the top of the stairs. His eyes sparkled, and his smile was brilliant.

“Merci, Selene. I’ll take it from
here.”

“Qui, monsieur.” she responded with a
nod.

Selene grabbed Natasha’s hand and
gave it a gentle squeeze. “Welcome home.”

Natasha turned to Selene, baffled by
her statement. “Home?”

“Qui, home. This is Storm Castle. Is
it not?”

She smiled. Again, a warm smile that
reached her eyes.

“You
are
a Storm,” she said
happily, before turning around and walking down the stairs.

Natasha turned to Gianni. He was
still smiling at the top of the stairs.

She asked as she joined him, “What’s got
you grinning from ear to ear?”

“I’ve dreamt of this moment. You
walking up those stairs and me waiting here for you.”

He took her hand and placed it to his
lips. Natasha’s body instantly excited. She tingled all over every time he
touched her. She had never had such a strong reaction to a man before. She ran
her hand over his soft stubble and smiled.

“Gianni, you’re so beautiful,” she
swooned.

He chuckled, “Again with the
beautiful?” Swooping Natasha up and into his arms, he told her, “I wanted to do
this outside, but Selene stole you away from me.”

Giggling as she held on tight to his
neck, Natasha said, “She seems genuinely happy that I’m here.”

“She is. She has been waiting on me
to find a ‘good girl’ to settle down with. I didn’t have the heart to tell her
that you can be very bad.” Then he began nibbling Natasha’s ear, causing her to
giggle even more.

Gianni carried her to the end of a
long hall and through an open door. He walked her inside and placed her on her
feet in the middle of the room.

“Our suite,” he announced.

Natasha’s mouth dropped open. The
bedroom was unlike anything that she’d ever seen. With the enormous brick
fireplace and the gigantic poster bed, the room was fit for royalty. The gold
and red decor screamed luxury and... sex. Natasha walked over to the bed and
ran her hands down the intricate carvings of nude women on the post.

“Oh, Gianni. This is stunning,” she
exhaled. “You sleep here when you come home

on the weekends?”

           
“No. This was built for you.”

“Me?”

“You.
My wife
. Oh, speaking of
which, when are you going to change your name?”

Natasha was shocked by the change in
subjects. “Well, since the cats out of the bag, I guess right away.”

“Bien,” he said, kissing her
forehead.

“Gianni?”

“Yes?”

“Do you worry? You know... because we
got married by accident, within a month of knowing each other.”

“No, Natasha, I don’t worry. Our
marriage is not an accident. Everything happens for a reason. I have never been
afraid of love, nor commitment. I just hadn’t met a woman that I didn’t want to
be without, until you. There is no exact amount of time that determines when
it’s ok to fall in love. So, no, I am not afraid.

I’m happy. And, I’m going to make damn sure that you’re happy
too.”

“I am happy Gianni,” she admitted.
“But exhausted. I need a bath and a nap before we go out.”

Gianni slipped one hand around her,
to the small of her back, while the other gripped her ass. He kissed her with
such hunger that Natasha was rethinking her decision to take a nap. Her heart
began to race, and her sex began to throb. Natasha slipped her hand between
them and slowly massaged his package. Gianni inhaled sharply and pulled away.

“I’m sorry. You’re tired. I’ll run
you a bath,” he said, damn near panting.

“Yes, but, first...” Natasha stepped
closer to him and slowly dropped to her knees. “... I wanna thank you for
bringing me to Paris.”

She made quick work of unbuckling his
belt, undoing his pants, and sliding them, along with his underwear, down to
his ankles. Natasha wrapped her fingers around his thick rigid dick and
stroked. She leaned in, licking his balls. She sucked them in, one at a time,
while stroking his dick.

“Mm hmm,” Gianni moaned.

Natasha licked the throbbing vein
that ran the length of his dick, before inserting him into her mouth. She took
him in as deep as she could and pulled back slowly. She went deeper and deeper
with each turn, until the head of his dick tapped her throat.

He panted. “Si bon mon amour. Ugh...
So fucking good!”

Natasha stroked his shaft as she
hungrily milked his dick. Gianni’s legs began to quiver, and his hands moved to
Natasha’s head. 

           
“Agh... Fuck me! I’m almost there. I’m gonna cum!”

Gianni’s moans grew louder. He
tightened his grip on her head and drove his dick into her mouth. In order to
avoid gagging, Natasha made sure to breath out of her nose. She closed her lips
over her teeth and grabbed Gianni’s tight ass and pulled, urging him to go
deeper. She couldn’t began to describe the satisfaction she got from pleasuring
her man.

“Ugh! Damn it! Na... Tash... Ugh!”

Natasha hummed when Gianni’s dick
swelled, and hot semen pulsed onto her tongue. Gianni was practically wheezing
as he emptied himself in Natasha’s mouth. She looked up at Gianni, into his
eyes, and happily swallowed his seed. Gianni fell to his knees and dropped his
head on Natasha shoulder.

“Agh, woman,” he sighed. “You’re
welcome.”

************

Natasha was fully refreshed and ready to see Paris at night. Earlier
she and Gianni had taken a long bath and napped for hours. Quickly inspecting
herself in the mirror, she smoothed a hair in place, loving her sleek bob in
Paris. She felt as if she was channeling Josephine Baker. But since Gianni was
waiting for her downstairs, she channeled a little faster. She dabbed on a
little lip gloss, tossed it in her clutch, and left the bedroom. Natasha
click-clacked down the hall and held the rail as she carefully walked down the
stairs, in the super high stilettos that Gianni picked out for her to wear.
They were an accessory to the red silk strapless jumpsuit that he picked out.

Natasha reached the bottom of the
stairs, where Gianni was waiting with two glasses of champagne. He was
blindingly hot in a black suit charcoal and black shirt, that was unbuttoned at
the collar. Gianni kissed her forehead and handed her a glass.

“Natasha, you look amazing.”

“Thank you. And you look like a
walking sin,” she replied, before taking a sip. “Oh God, this is delicious.”

Gianni mumbled, “Like sin, huh?”

He grinned and finished his
champagne. Natasha downed the rest, and before she could figure out where to
put the glass, a housekeeper appeared. She smiled and took their glasses.
Gianni grabbed Natasha’s hand and led her outside. It was a warm beautiful
night, and Natasha was excited. She couldn’t wait to see what Gianni did every
weekend. He placed his hand in the small of her back and walked her over to a
waiting limo. The driver opened the back door, and Gianni assisted Natasha inside.

“You have the most incredible ass
that I have ever seen,” he commented, climbing in behind her.   

Giggling, Natasha retorted, “Thanks.”

Natasha was grateful that it was dark
inside the limo, because she was certain that she was blushing. The driver hopped
in the front seat and they were off.

Natasha was mesmerized by the bright
lights and beautiful architecture as they decided, right then and there, that
she was going to learn the language.

Minutes later, the limo came to a
stop and the back door was opened.  As they climbed out of the limo,
Natasha noticed a crowd of well-dressed people laughing and talking in front of
a beautiful building with a huge arching window.

“Welcome to La Tempete,” Gianni
whispered in her ear.

He escorted her through the crowd and
inside the restaurant. The hostess, literally, tripped over a patron to get to
Gianni.

“Bonjour Monsieur, Storm,” she said
in a nervous high-pitched tone.

Gianni greeted the woman in French
and guided Natasha to an elevator. When they entered, he pushed the button for
the third floor. Once they arrived, Natasha stepped off of the elevator and
right into a dream. There was one table in the middle of the room and fresh
flowers everywhere. Through the windows, the bright lights of Paris were like an
exquisite painting.

“Gianni, your restaurant is
incredible.”

“
Our
restaurant. And since you
don’t enjoy your money, I’m going to make sure that you enjoy mine.”

Gianni pulled her over to a
beautifully set table, where they drank champagne, talked dirty to each other,
and devoured every delicious dish that was placed in front of them. Natasha was
having such a wonderful time with Gianni that she practically danced out of the
restaurant and toward the limo. She was ready to hit the nightclub. Gianni
tugged at her hand and stopped her from getting in.