Killing Time (20 page)

He removed his hand and sucked on the two fingers, which had previously been inside me. “Too bad for him. As I have stated, he’s a selfish lover and those are usually the type ripe for the community. Take Severin for instance. I don’t think I have ever seen him bring anyone to orgasm without all the games and orgasm denial techniques he excels at beautifully. However, with Trésor, his feelings for her were so complex, I couldn’t even begin to understand them.”

I tried to block out my throbbing sex that still clung to the memories of his caress and turned toward him. He slipped off his shoes and lay on the sofa while I lay on top of him between his parted legs, his achingly hard cock pressed against my stomach.

“What do you mean, exactly? You . . . you said you weren’t here when Trésor was punished and he did it instead of you. Do you think she was aware?”

His hands caressed my hair with a gentleness and familiarity I didn’t think we should have after such a short time of knowing one another. “No,” he answered in a truthful manner. “She was a model after all and therefore not as cognizant as you. There were times she would get us confused if we were in the same room unless she actually watched me dress and knew what I was wearing. I think she seriously thought I was bi-polar though she would have never admitted to thinking something like that. A good submissive knows when to open her mouth and when to keep it shut.

“We didn’t talk much about him to be honest and she would often mention incidents where Severin was involved therefore I wasn’t aware they’d happened at all. She would then tease me about suffering from early Alzheimer’s but that obviously wasn’t the case. I didn’t participate in some of the sexual escapades she had because Severin stepped in and pretended to be me.

“He obviously allowed her to think I was the one who did those things to her. Although I can’t be one hundred percent sure of anything—I know Severin and Trésor had a relationship but I cannot know the extent of it. Just keep in mind when you are reading her journal, if you ever have any questions about what she writes down, you are free to ask me and I will let you know if I was there or not.”

“But why would he do that? To get back at you? For the sheer sake of mind fuckery? What was his game plan?”

“Why did he trick you, sweetheart? You weren’t aware at first it wasn’t me so what tipped you off?”

My right hand touched his face and the rough two-day stubble sent chills down to places that should have been more than sated with all the sex I had indulged in during the past twenty-four hours.

“When you touched me. It was so smooth and almost reverent. I knew then I was sucking off the wrong brother but I wasn’t exactly in any place I could object either.”

“You were smart not to object either because sometimes I don’t even know what he will do. Not to mention he hasn’t been in the best mood lately.”

“You still insist he had nothing to do with Trésor’s murder though?”

“I want to say yes because he cared deeply about her too so what would he have gotten out of killing her? It makes no sense. He could use her when ever he liked by pretending to be me and supposedly, he showed up at several of her photo shoots and after shows to take her out on the town. I know it wasn’t me because I was probably in Vegas or checking out our other clubs.

“In retrospect, I wished I had made time for her shows but fashion isn’t a huge passion of mine. I go to mingle and hook up with contacts but it’s not something I live for season after season and I don’t really give a damn about the latest spring or autumn clothes anyway. It’s the precise reason why I have a shopper who does all that tedious shit for me.”

I crawled onto his lap and sat astride him. “You have a shopper and you say this with a straight face?”

“Well, of course. I don’t know all that much about fashion but I trust Sonja. She’s very thorough and she knows what I like. Every season, she flies to me—regardless where in the world I am.  She comes prepared with samples and I choose what I want but she innately knows my style by now. Sometimes I send her away to buy nothing at all if I don’t think I need anything. Other times, she has to go to several different specialty stores because of my tediousness but she is a gem and she is paid well never-the-less.”

I bent over and my lips hovered above his as I studied the smooth pores on his face. “Should I be worried about this . . . Sonja character?”

“Only that she might jump your bones and not mine. She’s a lesbian and she’s definitely
not
into the lifestyle. I plan to hide you when she comes over to ask me about what I want for winter,” he murmured as his hands cupped my ass.

“And when is she expected?”

“The day after Trésor’s funeral at our house in Vaucresson.”

The way he proclaimed the house was “ours” sent a shiver through me. Surely that was a slip of the tongue and he didn’t mean it the way it sounded. It was his house and I merely confirmed I would stay there for however long I felt like it.

I still liked the sound of it though things were moving at a lightening quick pace and I didn’t think we had time to breathe. Surely he would soon be tired of fucking me every which way and he would dispose of me? My sister and I didn’t look a damn thing a like and I was only reminded because there was a photo of her we’d passed on the mantelpiece when we walked into the sitting room.

She didn’t smile but her look was still sultry. Her pale green eyes were magnetic and she looked like the perfect French girl next door with her long medium brown hair, lithe figure and perfect face. She didn’t look the least bit exotic like I did. No one would have ever guessed our mother was Creole from the bayous of New Orleans because she didn’t have that otherworldly look about her. She was simply beautiful with good cheekbones, a slim figure and tall where as I had something extra, was shorter and more voluptuous though still slender.

I was a carbon copy of our father except for my mother’s lips and coloring. I had inherited her deep olive skin where as Trésor had resembled our mother except for our father’s lips and his coloring. Two sisters, so incredibly different but united by parentage, and now separated by the vast abyss known as life and death.

I wondered if we would ever see one another again and my eyes began to tear up on their own.

Rory didn’t ask me what was wrong, he merely looked at the photograph on the mantelpiece and sighed. “Shit. I should have removed that.”

“Why? So you can remember how much my sister and I aren’t alike?”

He touched my lips with the tips of his fingers. “
Liebling
, I don’t want you because you are Trésor’s sister. You can’t replace her and even if you could, what a sick, twisted reason to crave someone. I was attracted to you from the moment we met at the police station…before that if I am to be perfectly honest. I saw you for the first time about eighteen months ago at a fundraiser. I didn’t know who you were and I would have never seen you but you and Trésor were arguing. What was it about?”

I sat up and balanced myself on his lap though his stiff cock, tense and swollen against me, made it hard for me to concentrate. “She’d cut us out of her life by then and I wanted to know why. I’m not going to sit here and pretend like my parents’ gave a shit because they have their own lives to lead and they weren’t particularly concerned. She’d disappointed them and they seemed to be forever bitter about her chosen profession—how she decided to conduct her life. I could understand why she chose not to communicate with them but I didn’t understand why she wouldn’t have anything to do with me. I’m
not
our parents and I never judged her.

“She was lucid that night and obviously off drugs but she’d had a drink or two and acted very stand-offish. It was almost like she didn’t want anyone to know we were related. She merely went on and on in circles about how she would contact me when she got the opportunity but she was incredibly busy at the moment.” I stopped talking and tried to remember that night clearer.

It was a charity ball for the fight against Pediatric HIV and AIDS if I wasn’t mistaken. I did notice a trio of three men watching us at one time, only because I recognized Jason but I didn’t recognize the two men he was with at the time. They looked similar but why hadn’t I pegged them for identical twins. It was probably because I’d only glanced at them quickly before I tried to finish a conversation with my sister that seemed to be going nowhere. She wasn’t having any of it—my feelings, and my concern was lost upon her and all she wanted to do was end the conversation as soon as possible.

“You remember me from a charity event you attended eighteen months ago?” I asked out loud.

“Well, I am ashamed to admit now but I didn’t even know who you were but Severin did. He told me you were the famous reporter…without his insight…I wouldn’t have known. I just saw an
extremely
attractive woman talking to Trésor who could have been her sister.”

“I think you are the first person to say that. Most people say we don’t look a damn thing alike at all and when we were growing up, we would get this bewildered look and then, ‘You two are sisters?’…it was all so very amusing until it wasn’t.”

Rory laughed and I couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “Try being an identical twin. Do you know how much shit I caught because Severin would mess up and I got blamed? I don’t know why but Mama favored me so she had Severin’s hair cut off so people could tell us apart by our different hairstyles. It made no difference though because I could never be rid of him and then . . . it got to the point where I didn’t
want
to be away from him and enjoyed the closeness we shared.

“We both attended University of Munich together and we got the same Bachelor’s and Master’s degrees. He stayed in Germany though and decided to get his Master’s in Munich. I didn’t see him again until Harvard and that is when we both attended there for our Doctorate degrees but he majored in a different subject.”

“What did he study?” I inquired.

“Organizational Behavior. I didn’t really get why he would do a Doctorate in something that was basically sociology and psychology wrapped in one but I have been proven wrong over the years. He gets people and he can peg someone the moment they enter our club. He’s definitely kept our various establishments clean and controversial free. He can spot a pedophile, someone who enjoys bestiality or someone interested in making a snuff film from a mile away. He’s just absolutely remarkable—when it comes to understanding personality types way more fucked up than his, and I can’t take that away from him.”

Rory smiled at me with a twinkle in his expressive blue-green eyes. “He says I am too trusting. I have too much faith in people. The problem with him is he doesn’t trust people at all and he doesn’t feel like he has the upper hand unless he knows he can either use someone or control someone.”

“Aren’t they one in the same?”

“No. When he sets out to use an individual, he’s not interested in long term usage and if he is controlling someone then it will be for a while and he has no wish to dispose of them so quickly. Everything about Severin is methodical.”

“Isn’t it the same with you too?”

“Yes but less so. If you can pin-point why you can spot the difference when other people can’t then feel free to let me know?”

I lay my head against his chest as he began to massage my scalp again. “That’s easy. It’s in the eyes. Yours still have life in them…a conscience and a soul. Severin lacks that. I don’t know what happened to him but it shut him off from his emotions. He is incapable of feeling much of anything at all.”

“My thoughts exactly. Let’s go to bed.”

“I thought you would never ask.”

Chapter Twelve

ALTHOUGH I HALF-HEARTEDLY PRAYED
for a quiet night, I knew the chances of that happening were quite low the moment I caught the look of lust in Rory’s eyes. I stood and waited until he gracefully made his way to his feet. He strode to me like a panther that had his prey firmly in his sight as I continued to back away from him.

He began to strip clothes as he walked toward me. His silk shirt disappeared and so did his black stovepipe jeans. I don’t know why but I was pleasantly surprised to find out he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a completely innocent voice. “The bedroom is this way and you’re heading in the wrong direction.”

“Oh?” I gazed over his luscious body with eager, hungry eyes. All that lean perfection and those hidden muscles; a washboard stomach and that delicious V-dip of his torso toward the more than adequate cock, which was as hard as a proverbial rock.

I backed into the mantel of the fireplace and he grabbed me into his arms. My sweat jacket disappeared to reveal a sexy La Perla bra which matched the thong I wore underneath the bottoms. Rory slipped the bra strap down and my nipple peaked out. I was completely taken by surprise as he bent before me and felt the heat of his mouth on my nipple. His teeth bit it lightly before his tongue teased my ultra sensitive nipple and I arched my back.