Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set (59 page)

“Of course I know what that means! But Paul and I are not
swingers so we certainly are not here to swing with you. You guys can be
swingers with other people. You cannot be swingers with us!”

Luca looked down in his lap and shook his head. He had to
get her under control. It was too early to begin the Questioning and they had to
follow the protocol of the Trial. He thought about slipping her another pill,
but as he stared over at Paul and Lena, he had an even better idea that would
kill two birds with one stone. So to speak.

“Sweetheart, I’m going to get another drink,” Luca said
and stood from the couch. “Do you want another?”

“I want my husband!” Katy said.

“I will go get him. Sit tight.”

Luca walked up to Paul and Lena and Paul gave him a filthy
look.

“Yes?” he said as if Luca was a butler.

“Go talk to your wife,” Luca said and shook his head.
“She’s upset. She is getting jealous.”

“Isn’t it your job to keep her happy?”

“Look, I have something that will keep us all happy.
Something that will keep us happy and
awake
, if you catch my drift.
Thing is, Paul, you are not going to fuck my wife if I can’t fuck yours. Those
are the rules of us swinger freaks.”

Paul moved Lena aside and stood in front of Luca.

“Are you talking about
cocaine
? Do you have any
idea what I do for a living?”

“Yes, your wife told me. You’re a lawyer, Paul, not a
cop.”

“I’m not just any lawyer, Maretti. I am a special
prosecutor for the Public Integrity Board. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes,” Luca said and stepped closer to Paul’s face until
their noses practically touched. “It means that you root around for scum by day
and fuck my wife by night. Isn’t that right?”

“Ah, boys?” Lena said. “I thought this was a party not a
pissing contest. Come on, Paul, don’t you ever fantasize about getting wild?”

Paul looked at Lena and she licked her lips.

“I’ve been waiting for you all night, baby,” Lena said and
ran her fingers back and forth under the waistband of his tux pants. “You’re
not going to let me down, are you?”

Paul looked down at Lena’s hand as she worked it into his
pants. He looked back up at Luca and smiled.

“Sounds like we’re about to have a party. It’s good stuff,
right? You didn’t pick it up from some spic dealer in Washington Square Park,
did you?”

“Please, Paul,” Luca said and grabbed Lena’s hand and
pulled it out of Paul’s pants. “We do nothing half-ass, remember? It’s the
best. Now, you go talk to your wife. I’m going to take mine into our bedroom
and get the stuff. And then the lovely Lena is all yours. Sound good?”

Paul looked from Luca to Lena and smiled.

“Sounds amazing.”

Paul, Luca and Lena walked across the living room and all
paused to watch Katy gyrating back and forth on the couch trying to keep her
hip motions in time to the music.

“You can tell she’s from Nebraska, huh?” Paul said to
Lena.

“It’s written all over her,” Lena said and giggled.

Katy looked up from the couch and stared at them.

“Don’t tell me I missed another
g-d
joke?”

“Not at all,” Paul said and sat down beside Katy. “I was
just telling them how much I loved you and how much you loved music and how I
always here music when I think of how much I love you.”

Katy lit up like a pinball machine and looked at Luca. She
mouthed a quick
thank you
to him and sat back and rested her head on
Paul’s shoulders.

“And I love you,” she said. “So very much. And I love The
Doors too.”

“This is Lou Reed,” Luca said. “But The Doors are good as
well. Katy, Lena and I are going to get something out of our bedroom and then
we are going to have a real party, okay?”

“Yes, if it’s okay with Paul.”

“Of course it is,” Paul said. “Hurry up you two. It’s rude
to keep guests waiting.”

Lena and Luca walked into the bedroom and Lena slammed the
door behind her.

“Jesus Christ!” she said as she leaned against the bedroom
door. “How much longer until we can torture these fuckers and get this night
over with?”

“That’s the spirit, honey,” Luca said and pulled some
lingerie out of Lena’s suitcase. “Here, take the dress off and put this stuff
on. The robe you are to wear is hanging in the closet.

Lena looked at the blood red corset and panties and
smiled.

“Bet the Elders didn’t wear this stuff when they performed
the trials, huh?”

“No,” Luca said and laughed as he pulled a leather case
out from under the bed. “Get undressed. We don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“Unzip, please,” Lena said and turned her back to Luca.

Luca stood up behind Lena and pushed her hair to the side.
He ran his hands across her upper back and smiled when Lena’s skin turned into
goose bumps under his touch. He slowly pulled down the zipper on her dress as
he kissed the back of her neck.

Lena bowed her head and moaned as Luca kissed her neck and
up and down her spine.

“That feels amazing,” she said.

“Yes, it does. Come on now. We have plenty of time for
that later.”

Lena’s heart beat with excitement when she thought of
going back to the Order and spending an eternity with Luca. She vowed to do
everything perfectly on this mission so Luca was pleased and in the hopes the
Elders would send them on more missions together. She knew she had to keep her
cool with Luca and she told herself under no circumstance was she to get sappy.
Any longer.

“Do I sense some tension between you and Paul?” Lena said
as she stepped out of her dress and sat on the bed to unhook her stockings from
their garters.

“You mean beyond the fact that he’s a self-righteous,
hypocritical child molester? Nah, don’t think so.”

“Point taken,” Lena said.

Luca put the large leather case on the bed and flipped the
latches. The top to the case popped open and he looked down at its contents and
grinned.

“Holy cow!” Lena said as she looked in the case. “Getting
caught with that case would be life in prison for sure!”

“Thankfully, we didn’t have to deal with TSA on our flight
over,” Luca said and stared down at the case.

The case was filled to the top with any kind of classified
narcotic imaginable. Pills and powders and liquids and herbs. Luca rummaged
around the case and pulled out a kilo of cocaine and threw it on the bed.

“This should do,” Luca said and grabbed a silver tray off
the nightstand.

“Do you think so, Pablo Escobar? I think doing that whole
thing is going to kill us all. Well, them,” Lena said as she took her bra off
and undid the hooks from the eyes on the corset.

Luca watched her sitting on the bed naked and felt a
protectiveness toward her that he knew was dangerous. But like many great lovers,
he sometimes listened to his heart.

“You don’t have to do it, you know,” he said and hopped up
on the bureau across from Lena.

“What, the blow? The hell I don’t! You think I’m going to
miss an opportunity to be able to feel those effects and not have to deal with
the misery of the coke hangover tomorrow? You’re crazy!”

“Yes, I understand. But,” Luca said and ran his fingers
through his hair, “I wasn’t talking about the coke. I’m talking about Paul. You
don’t have to do anything with Paul.”

Lena looked at Luca as she stood from the bed and wiggled
into the silk panties. She saw a side of him she hadn’t seen as he was sitting
on the bureau looking up at her.

Innocent
, Lena thought.

“No, it’s absolutely fine,” she said as she admired her
reflection in the bureau mirror. “I don’t mind.”

“Oh, well, if you don’t mind, great. That’s good. I just
want to give you the option.”

“No, it’s cool,” Lena said and leaned in toward the
mirror. “How do I look? I think I look pretty damn hot.”

She looked more than
pretty
damn hot, Luca thought.
But he’d never her tell her that.

“Yep. Get the robe on, though. And not that red lipstick.
Pink. Get a pink one out of the makeup case. And put your hair in those pig
things, not down.”

“What on earth are pig things?” Lena said and walked into
the bathroom.

“Pig things! The way the little girls wear their hair. Pig
things!” Luca snapped.

“Okay, okay, I get it. Man, stop yelling. It’s pig
tails
by the way, not pig things.”

“Pig tails, pig things, pig ears...I don’t give a fuck
what they’re called, just do it!”

Lena stared into the bathroom mirror and opened her mouth
to respond, but then remembered her vow.

“No problem,” she said as she stuck her tongue out at her
reflection. “I’ll be out in two seconds.”

When Lena finished putting her hair up in pig tails, she
joined Luca in the bedroom and he stood at the door holding the silver tray
with the brick of cocaine on top.

“I’ve got straws and razors too,” Luca said and chuckled.
“So, you all ready for this?”

“Yep,” Lena said and glanced down at the floor.

“Yeah?”

“Yes, just a few butterflies. That will help take the edge
off,” she said and pointed at the coke.

“Okay, remember the plan. We’re doing this in which
bedroom?”

“Second bedroom, not this one. They are not to come into
this bedroom.”

“Perfect. Deep breath. Ready?”

“Yes, I am ready,” Lena said as Luca opened the bedroom
door.

They walked back into the living room and Paul Kirschner
looked at Lena like his eyes were on fire.

“Holy shit, do you ever look amazing,” Paul said as he made
room for Lena beside him.

Katy looked over Paul toward Lena and frowned. She stood
from the couch and stormed over at Luca.

“What the heck is going on?”

“What do you mean, Katy?” Luca said and set the tray on
the large, round coffee table in front of the sofa.

“I mean, why is your wife all over my husband?
Again
?”

Luca looked around Katy at Paul and Lena. Paul had his
hands inside Lena’s robe and massaged her breasts. He cleared his throat and
Paul looked up. Luca shook his head and nodded toward Katy. Paul was angry, but
removed his hands from the inside of Lena’s robe and put them in his lap.

“Katy, leave Luca alone and come sit down. He has some
party favors he needs to prepare.”

Luca knelt on the floor in front of the coffee table and
pulled his knife out of the back pocket of his pants. He touched the gold
trigger on the copper and ivory handle of the knife and the long, sharp blade
sprung out.

“Whoa,” Paul said as he moved forward on the couch, “that
blade will get you some serious time.”

“Yeah? So will this,” Luca said as he stabbed the package
of cocaine with the knife and slit a bit of the plastic. He brought the knife
out of the coke and licked the blade and smiled. “You gonna tell on me?”

“Not unless you refuse to share,” Paul said.

“I think we’ve already established that we are definitely
sharing,” Luca said.

Luca scooped out a pile of cocaine on the silver tray and
placed the package on the coffee table. He cut and laid out four thick lines
and placed a stubby silver straw next to each line. He handed the tray to Lena.

“Darling, you’re first,” he said and winked.

Lena moved forward and rubbed her hands together as she
stared at the tray.

“Oh, how I missed you,” she said as she picked up a silver
straw.

“Wait!” Katy said and turned to Paul. “Do you know what
they’re doing?”

Paul rolled his eyes and turned to Katy.

“It’s called cocaine, darling.”

“I know what it’s called! I can’t believe we are watching
this!”

“Katy?” Paul said.

“We shouldn’t even be in the room with it!”

“Katy?”

“We are not doing any! I am putting my foot down.”

“Hey! If you don’t shut the fuck up, I am going to put my
foot down your throat! Do you understand? Now, sit back and keep those silicone
lips zipped!”

Katy brought her fingers to her lips and gasped.

“Paul!” she said.

Paul’s face turned red and he scrambled on top of Katy and
straddled her lap.

“One more word, so help me, one more motherfucking word
comes out of your mouth, and you won’t be able to swallow right for a year,”
Paul said into Katy’s ear. “Just do me a favor, Katy and nod that you
understand.”

Katy nodded and swiped at the tears running from her eyes.

“Good,” Paul said and tossed his handkerchief in her face.
“One more thing, since you think you’re tough in front of our new friends, we,
that’s
you
and
me
, are doing the drugs! Digest that. So if you
need to dial into your fantasy world and caucus with the wooly pink berserkers
who make all your decisions and pray to the pork rind princess you don’t go to
hell, do it fucking now because in about nine goddamned minutes, you will have
a straw shoved up that rhinoplasty disaster you call a nose and you will be
doing that fucking cocaine!”

Paul slammed back on the couch and closed his eyes. Katy
sniffled and wiped her face. Luca and Lena stared at each other with their mouths
ajar.

“I’m sorry, Lena,” Paul said. “I just don’t know what to
do with her sometimes.”

Lena looked at Katy and shook her head.

“Here,” Lena said and handed Paul the tray, “let her do
the first line. It will relax her and we can continue with our party. And try
being a little less abrasive with her, perhaps?”

Paul smiled at Lena and kissed her on the cheek.

“You’re a really bright bulb, you know that?” Paul said
and took the tray from Lena’s hands and turned to Katy. “Darling, do this. We
all are. I just want you to be part of the party. I want us to connect. Half of
that line in each nostril.”

Katy looked at Paul and nodded. She put the straw inside
her nostril and bent her head toward the tray. She inhaled half the line and
choked a little.”