Seduction by Song Read online

  “I did pick up that cute bikini earlier. Maybe we should spend some time down at the pool.”

  Romeo sighs, squeezing my hand before letting me go. “Dante’s just being a child—but you do look pretty damn sexy in that get-up. What kind of man would I be to pass up an opportunity to see that in action?”

  I smile and stretch up to press a quick kiss to his mouth. “A very silly one. Give me a minute to get changed?”

  He nods and gives me a firm slap on the ass as I turn to the bathroom, drawing a startled laugh out of me as we go.

  “You’d better believe we’re going to finish what we started earlier, though!” he says.

  I smile to myself as I begin to change in the bathroom—that was one threat I could live with.

  We spend quite a bit more time down at the pool than I anticipated. I have to get out of the hot tub everyone is settled in about twenty minutes after we arrive, my fingers already starting to get all pruney. Two of the girls leave with Vince at some point, and the two that were with Dante leave in something akin to disgust. I couldn’t blame them. After a few cocktails, Dante had gotten a bit tipsy.

  I steer clear of him, but smile. Romeo seemed to be having an easier time making nice with him. They talk through some things about the set they’ll do in Atlanta tomorrow night, rearranging a few songs on the list to keep the order fresh. They even tell a few hilarious stories about their playground days together, recounting each broken bone they accidentally (or, on some rare occasions, purposefully) gave one another.

  “Man,” Dante says, finishing a story that I had tuned out, “I’m still jealous you got Louise in the end, though. Girls just fucking flock to you like—like magnets, or some shit. Look at this one you’ve got here—.”

  I startle as I feel a foreign hand suddenly cupping my breast, squeezing tightly. My eyes shoot wide open and I scramble away from the edge of the hot tub. When had Dante gotten so close to me? How had I been so out of it to let him put his hands on me?

  I’m not given a chance to process any of this, to answer any of these questions for myself, before Romeo stands abruptly, water sloshing all around him as he glares Dante down. I don’t even realize that Romeo had hit Dante’s hand away from me until I see Dante clutching his fingers, glaring at Romeo.

  “If you ever lay a fucking hand on her again,” Romeo says, his previously amicable mood disappearing in a second, “I’ll make sure you never see another spotlight in your lifetime.”

  Dante curses, but doesn’t rise to the challenge.

  We leave him stewing in his own drunkenness, all alone in the hot tub now, as Romeo wraps an arm possessively around my waist to drag me back towards the elevator.

  “Wait, Romeo—wait!” I wince, my feet scraping against the ground as I try to keep up with him. “Hey, slow down! You’re hurting me!”

  That final declaration seems to break through to him. He stops for a moment and just stares at me before finally nodding and continuing on towards the elevator, slower this time. We make our way to our room in silence, and he doesn’t remove his arm from around me until our door is shut securely behind us.

  “That son of a bitch,” Romeo mutters under his breath, hands clenched into fists. He looks up at me, anger still flaring in his eyes. “He’ll apologize—I swear.”

  I shake my head and try to muster a smile for him even though I do still feel rather…violated. It was silly, though—Dante hadn’t done anything too terrible. He was simply drunk and got a bit handsy. No big deal.

  This is exactly what I say to Romeo, but it doesn’t seem to help—his anger only flares as he looms over me.

  “No big deal?” he whispers. “No big deal? It’s a big fucking deal, Erin! No one, no one else is allowed to touch you.”

  Lust storms into his eyes, mixing fluidly with the rage as he pulls me in close to untie my bikini top. The skimpy fabric falls away, revealing my breasts to the cool air conditioned room temperature. I gasp, my nipples hardening instantly as Romeo cups his hands around my breasts.

  He bows his head, pressing a kiss to each one in turn. Then, he slowly and deliberately sucks each of my nipples into his mouth, swiping his tongue over them. I groan, writhing and feeling myself soak through my already damp bikini within seconds.

  “These,” he says, his voice lowered to a growl, “are mine.”

  I nod, helpless to do anything else. “Yes—I’m yours.”

  “Prove it,” Romeo says, stepping back. He shoves his own swim trunks down, pumping his erection a few times to get it fully hard.

  I know exactly what he wants without having to hear him say it, and it’s exactly what I had been craving, too. I drop to my knees in front of him, craving the taste of him in my mouth. I lick over the head of his dick a few times before wrapping my lips around it, muffling a surprised gasp as he thrusts into my mouth the slightest bit.

  He curls his fingers in my hair and controls my movements completely. He’s careful not to hurt me, not to make this uncomfortable, but he presses in inch by inch until I feel precum coating the insides of my mouth.

  “God, you’re so warm,” he breathes out, grunting as he tightens his fingers in my hair for a moment before pushing me back and letting me go. “On all fours, mi amor.”

  I shiver at the command, turning instantly and dropping to my hands. The floor is cool beneath my knees, but I can’t even bring myself to care as I feel him kneel down beside me, tugging loose the string holding my bikini bottoms together to reveal my arousal.

  I wait, anticipation overloading my mind, for him to enter me, but the sensation of fulfillment doesn’t come. Instead, I hear him shuffling around behind me until his hands are at my thighs, spreading them apart. Then, suddenly, his mouth is on me, drawing a sharp, loud groan out of my mouth.

  He licks at my wet folds, teasing at my entrance before moving to swipe at my anus, teasing the tight ring of muscles there. He repeats these ministrations until I’m writhing beneath him, moaning his name and begging him to let me come.

  “No,” he says, the demand just as fierce as any other order. “Not yet. You’ll come when I say, with my cock buried inside of you.”

  I gasp, nodding and lifting my hips higher for him. “Yes, God, yes—please.”

  “Say it,” he whispers as he leans over me, the head of his dick finally pressing up against my entrance.

  I draw a complete blank as to what he could possible want me to say for a moment, but the heat of his body above mine reminds me of an absolute truth:

  “I’m yours, Romeo.”

  He shoves inside of me in one firm stroke, proving that the right thing to say. I nearly scream at the sensation of fulfillment and climax right then and there, having been brought so close to the edge by his mouth. He continues to pound into me, hard and fast and utterly perfect until we both climax again, in unison this time.

  Without taking a moment to recover, Romeo scoops me up in his arms and carries me into the bathroom, settling me down in the tub while he runs the hot water to fill it up. He steps in after me, settling back to let me lean against his chest. His hands wrap around my breasts again, massaging them as though cleaning away the stain of another man’s hands.

  “All mine,” he whispers into my ear.

  I nod and, silently, I promise him, forever.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

  Romeo wakes me up for a slow morning fuck, making love to me lazily as though we had all the time in the world. We didn’t, though, and our little romp made it so that we were almost late to the concert that night. I rush to my seat as soon as we get to the stadium in Atlanta as Romeo is ushered off to prepare backstage.

  The show goes off without a hitch, the band sounding as good as they ever do. My eyes drift to Dante and Vince, though—the two are clearly displeased with Romeo. Perhaps for being late, perhaps for some inner band issue I haven’t even heard of. They don’t let their disagreements get in the way of their performance, though, and I relax. It was good to know that Romeo was a
ble to work with professionals, even if they (well, Dante—Vince hasn’t proved to be a complete tool) acted like children sometimes.

  As the energy of the crowd begins to wane, I know that the show is drawing to a close—and that, more important, “Why I Need Your Love” would be played at any moment now. I felt my pulse quicken with arousal as I thought back on Romeo’s promise of taking me right there on stage—would he truly do such a thing? Would he do it tonight?

  My face heats up as I realize that I’m standing in a sea of thousands of people, soaking through my panties. Romeo catches my eye, making me blush even harder as he sings straight to me.

  Then, the moment is there—no more waiting. The potential point of no return. I hold my breath as Romeo strides back and forth across the stage, eyes skimming the crowd. He stares at me for a long moment before finally looking away, extending his hand to a stocky, freckled girl who was…not exactly conventionally attraction.

  I smile, feeling my heart warm. Romeo knew I wouldn’t feel jealous, and he knew he was giving this girl the night of her life. The poor thing looks like she’s about to pass out up there as Romeo serenades her with his most powerful love ballad.

  I manage to ignore my arousal for the final few songs, though it doesn’t diminish in the slightest. Even though Romeo had taken me mere hours ago, seeing him strut around on stage like the sex god everyone claimed he was made me want him so badly that I couldn’t help pressing my thighs together for some much needed friction.

  But it wasn’t enough—I needed him.

  The show couldn’t be over quickly enough.

  My anticipation grows as the band leaves the stage. I knew they would have to come back and do a few encore songs, but it wouldn’t be long before I got to see Romeo now.

  I startle when my phone buzzes in the side pocket of my skirt. I pull it out expecting to see one of the girls demanding an update on my situation (I had called them a few times to reassure them that I was okay, that things were working out with Romeo), but, much to my surprise, it was a text from Romeo that flashed across the scene.

  Backstage. Now.

  The two simple words send a shiver down my spine. I can hear his voice whispering the command into my ear, and I’m powerless to resist. A security guard must have been alerted about my being summoned backstage because they let me through without any argument. It takes me a minute to find Romeo’s dressing room, but I barely have to knock for even a second after I do. Romeo pulls me inside instantly, pressing me up against the door and hiking my skirt up.

  Before I’ve even gotten a single word out of my mouth, he’s plunged two fingers into my aching pussy. I gasp and groan, writhing down against him instinctively.

  “Dios, you’re so fucking wet already,” he breathes out against my hair, his mouth curling up into a smile again. “I knew you wanted me as much as I wanted you—how could I resist? Seeing your pretty little face staring up at me from down there.”

  I groan again, the sound the most coherent response I can muster as he pulls his fingers back and undoes his belt. Regaining some shred of logic in that brief moment, I hiss, “What are you doing? You have to go back out in five!”

  Romeo shrugs as his cock springs loose of its confines, throbbing against my opening. “I don’t care. I need you—now.”

  As he says that final word, he thrusts up into me. I gasp again, loudly, as the weight of gravity drags me down onto his dick. I couldn’t protest any longer—the need to be filled by him had been plaguing me all night, and I wasn’t about to give up this chance. I roll my hips and move with him, our rhythms falling into perfect synch within a few thrusts.

  It takes us both no more than ten minutes to climax, with Romeo pinning me up against the wall and me supporting myself with my arms wrapped around his shoulders. We breathe hard and heavy for a moment longer before Romeo finally steps back to let me back down onto my feet, making sure I can stand steady before letting me go.

  We get dressed quickly, smooth out each other’s hair, and share one last passionate kiss before I’m ushered back down into the crowd. My heart is still beating like a drum in my chest, overwhelmed by the exhilarating thrill of quick, rough sex in a dressing room where literally anyone could have walked in.

  As I return to my seat, Romeo returns to the stage. He apologizes, offering the crowd a charming, dimpled smile and a vague excuse about some technical difficulties. I see, in the corner of my eye, that Dante and Vince are even angrier than before, but I can’t quite bring myself to care.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  After the show, I’m escorted backstage once more with the rest of the all access pass holders. I start to make my way to Romeo’s dressing room again, hoping to either find him there or wait for him there. However, I don’t get far—no one does. A huge shouting match has broken out just behind the curtains.

  The security guards act instantly, ushering all of the fans invited backstage back out again. The girls all complain, but the guards are firm. They try to push me out, too, and I’m just about to comply before the one who escorted me in earlier notices me. He pulls me away from the others and clears me to go backstage.

  Before the angry fans can mob or something, I slip back into the band’s resting area. Almost instantly, I wish I was anywhere else.

  “Your little bitch is going to cost us everything!” Dante is screaming, shoving Romeo back hard.

  Romeo snarls, bringing his hands up to shove him right back, only stopped by a few roadies that dare to get in the way. Vince is standing at Dante’s side, looking none too pleased—although he, at least, isn’t verbally shouting.

  None of them seem to have noticed me, frozen by the entrance and unable to make my voice work.

  “Don’t you fucking dare—.”

  Dante interrupts, “No, don’t you fucking dare, rock star. You think you can get away with just about anything, don’t you? You think you can take a break whenever you want, for however long you want, to fuck your slutty little plaything—doesn’t matter what it does to us, to the band. All that matters is your dick.”

  “You’re finished,” Romeo growls. His hands are balled up tight into fists, and it’s taking two young roadies to hold him back. “If you open your mouth and say one more word—.”

  “Yeah? Oh, yeah? Then I’d better make it a good fucking word, huh.” Dante snarls, pushing the stagehand holding him back aside. “How about this: Louise. What do you have to say to that, huh? Your wife, Romeo.”

  If it were possible for my already frozen blood to freeze more, it probably would have. Although I knew and understood that they were separated, it still stung every time her name was brought up. Especially now—after all, Dante did have a point. I was the other woman. Tears well up in my eyes, the only part of my body that will move at all.

  “You shut your fucking mouth,” Romeo says, his voice suddenly lowering to a calm growl. “Louise and I have been over for years. You know that. Hell, you were the man who came to me with proof that she was sleeping around on me—you! You helped me out of that hell of a relationship!”

  “And this is the thanks I get for it,” Dante mutters, shoulders hunching over with fury.

  “This?” Romeo asks, incredulously. “What is this? What the fuck is this supposed to be?”

  “You! Runnin’ around with your fucking ladies—all the ladies.”

  Romeo is shocked into silence by the strangely honest confession of frustration. I feel my heart start to thaw a little for Dante, too—he was still a petty little man who I couldn’t claim to like, but he was lonely. That was more than enough of a reason, though not an excuse, for someone to lash out.

  An idea strikes me, launching me into action. I step forward and clear my throat, making them all turn their heads towards me as I move to stand next to Romeo.

  “Hey Dante,” I say, keeping my voice as gentle as I can while he turns his enraged glare to me. “do you remember my friend, April?”

  The glare fades. He furrows his brow in
concentration for a second before registration appears on his face. He nods, slowly, as though he thinks this is some sort of trick.

  I try to smile, feeling more reassured when Romeo takes my hand. “Well, I shouldn’t be saying this, but she has a huge crush—well, maybe crush isn’t the right word when it comes to April, but she really enjoyed spending time with you. Maybe—we could fly her out to meet us here, or at our next stop. I know she would love to hang out with you again.”

  I almost felt bad about using April as a bargaining chip in this battle, but it wasn’t as though she would ever complain—she did have a thing for the baddest of bad boys. Namely, Dante. She would probably be thrilled, even if she would never admit it, to jump back on the tour after being left behind with the other girls (they all had real jobs the needed to return to, after all) some stops back.

  Dante seems pretty pleased by the idea, too, tension starting to ease out of his shoulders. “Yeah?” he asks, trying to keep his voice gruff. “Maybe that wouldn’t be so bad. She’s one cool chick.”

  I smile a bit easier, feeling victorious. Romeo seems to relax next to me, too, as I nod and pull out my phone. “I’ll give her a call. She’s going to love this.”

  With the situation diffused, the guys that had gathered around the brewing fight begin to return to their own duties. Romeo pulls me along with him into his dressing room once more. He waits for me to finish texting April about the change in plans before dragging me closer to press a firm, deep kiss to my mouth.

  “You are so fucking gorgeous when you take charge, you know that?” he says, breathing the words out against my mouth like it’s a great secret.

  I can’t help but smile, practically beaming with pride. “I am, huh? Should I be doing it more often?”

  He huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. “No way. With other people? Sure—always stand up for yourself. But with me? I’m always in charge.”