Sinful Serenade

Chapter 18

Kenneth

After the show tonight, I return to my hotel room to shower and get ready for the after-party. As I step out of the steaming shower, a towel wrapped around my waist, Danielle is sitting on the bed, waiting for me. Her hair falls freely around her shoulders, and she's wearing a black dress that clings to her curves in all the right places.

The sight of her sends blood rushing to my c**k.

I smirk. "I love seeing my girl waiting for me."

"Yeah, sorry I couldn't come back with you right after. Maeve still isn't admitting she's f*****g Gage, so it looks like we'll be playing this game for a while," she sighs.

I quickly dress in a comfortable t-shirt and jeans. "And you're determined to win?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Danielle shrugs. "Not really. I just want to see her sweat a little, she's trying way too hard to hide it. I stalled getting dressed so she would get restless and 'go meet up with the rest of the band.'"

My phone vibrates and I check it. "Gage just texted me that we're going to a club, and there's no surprise that your friend is with him. Looks like you'll be wearing this, baby," I say, tossing her a masquerade mask from my suitcase.

I take out my lip piercings and slip on my favorite leather jacket to hide my tattoos. I catch Danielle watching, her eyes dilated with lust beneath her mask. "Like what you see?" I tease.

"Yeah, it's really hot that we're both going incognito together."

She bites her lip nervously. "Are there going to be drugs there?"

I pull her lip from beneath her teeth. "Maybe a bit of weed. Why? Expecting to walk in and find everyone snorting coke and f*****g on the tables?"

"No."

"Good. That's only for special occasions."

"Wait...what?"

I chuckle. "I'm just kidding. Come on, I don't plan on us staying all night. We show our faces, and then I'm going to tear that f*****g dress off of you."

Once we arrive at the club, I take Danielle's hand and guide her inside, keeping her close. Though there's no sign of paparazzi, that doesn't mean they can't just pop up. The others aren't as private about their lives as I am, but I hope they've also masked their identities. If they recognize one of us, they'll assume we're all here, and our cover will be blown.

The club is dimly lit, music blaring as members of our crew dance or lounging around drinking or smoking. At the bar, I find my bandmates with Maeve. Danielle pulls away just in time to avoid her seeing us together.

It stings almost, not being able to touch her when I want to. But I know I'll end up sneaking off with her later in the night and having her to myself. Before I have to share her again tomorrow.

Heading to the bar, I run into Julio. He stops in front of me, his eyes hard and his lips pressed into a thin line. Oh great, what the f**k is he about to lecture me about now?

"You sounded different tonight, Kenneth," Julio remarks, folding his arms as he stares me down.

I meet his gaze evenly. "How so?"

"You're losing yourself in that girl. That darkness and hatred that you carry in your heart is what makes you Kenneth Knight. Tonight, I didn't see that. If you can't stay focused, she needs to go."

I raise an eyebrow. "Excuse me?" I ask, daring him to repeat himself.

"I made you a star. You won't ruin everything I've built for a piece of ass."

A cold smile plays on my lips. "I would be careful with your next words if I were you."

Though he stands toe to toe with me, I can practically smell his fear.

The demons chant in my head, their voices growing louder with each passing second. Yeah, tonight might just be the night I kill him. It's perfect—nobody will hear his screams over the music.

My murderous thoughts are interrupted by an angelic voice. "Kenneth." My little trouble, the only one who quiets the voices, grabs my attention.

Julio looks relieved and seizes the opportunity to retreat. "Kenneth, remember what we talked about," he mutters before walking away.

"What's wrong, Kenneth? You look upset," Danielle asks softly, her brown eyes searching mine.

My anger simmers, but instead of drinking my emotions away like I usually do, I grab Danielle's hand and pull her into a dark corner of the club. The crowd shifts around us, oblivious to our absence.

"W-What are we doing?" she shouts over the music, her voice tinged with confusion and excitement.

Without a word, I push her against the wall, her cheek brushing against the rough surface. "I need you," I rasp, grinding my erection against her ass. I've never needed someone before, but she calms the darkness inside me. Her beath hitches, her body responding to mine instantly.

Stealing a look over her shoulder, she breathlessly asks, "Right here?"

The urgency in her voice matches my own. I lean in, my lips brushing against her ear. "Right here," I whisper, my hand sliding up her thigh, feeling the heat radiating from her core.

Danielle's breath quickens, her body arching slightly against the wall in anticipation. The bass of the music thrums through the air, masking our heavy breathing.

"I can't wait, baby," I growl, yanking up her dress to expose her bare ass. f**k, she's not wearing underwear. She needs this too.

I quickly unzip my pants, freeing my aching c**k, and slam into her without hesitation. Her body trembles, her p***y clenching around me. I grip her hips tightly, pulling her back as I thrust into her, setting a hard, punishing pace, unable to hold back my primal need.

I know I should feel bad that I'm not being gentle, but she can take it. If she were going to break, she would've done so long before she met me.

"Kenneth," she moans, her voice a plea for more.

"f**k, Danielle," I groan, my breath hot against her ear. "You feel so goddamn good."

She moans in response, her fingers digging into the brick wall as I rail her. Her body moves with mine, meeting each thrust with equal fervor. The world narrows down to the feel of her, the sound of her, the way she fits perfectly against me.

As I savagely pound my anger into her, I can feel the tension building inside both of us. Her moans grow louder, her body trembling with the effort to hold back. I bury my face into her neck, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Such a good slut for me. Letting me use you like this," I murmur before sinking my teeth into her flesh. The taste of her blood sends me into a frenzy, my thrusts turning relentless as I drive into her with an all-consuming need.

She cries out, her body tensing as she shatters around me. The way she chokes my c**k sends me over the edge, my eyes rolling back as my balls tighten. "f**k," I growl, my c**k drilling into her harder and faster as I chase my own release. Seconds later, I spill my c*m inside her, pleasure washing over me in waves. We stay like that for a moment, locked together, savoring the aftershocks of our climax.

Slowly, I pull out, feeling a concoction of satisfaction and possessiveness. I adjust her dress and quickly tuck my c**k away.

Spinning her around, I search her face for any damage I may have done. "You okay?" I ask softly.

I take her in, her skin flushed and tears streaming down her face. I wipe them away, licking them from my thumb, reveling in the fact that I caused them.

She nods, blushing harder. "Yes. I-I like the pain of you taking me rough. Is that f****d up?" she asks.

"f**k no," I reply, brushing a strand of wet hair behind her ear. "That just means you were made for me."

We weave our way through the crowd, rejoining our friends who are still at the bar. Everyone looks f*****g wasted out of their minds. Even Roxy is slurring her words.

I roll my eyes. Why must I always be the responsible one?

Danielle and I arrange private car services for them, and Maeve doesn't even hesitate to leave with Gage. I almost laugh at how obvious they're making it since they're too drunk to care.

Returning to our room, I shower with Danielle before laying in bed beside her. I prod the fresh bitemark on her neck, reveling in the mark of my claim.

Julio's words echo in my mind, stirring the darkness within. Danielle is mine, and there's no way in hell I'm letting her go. I know that she's changing me, and strangely, I'm willing to accommodate her, even willing to go to the damn beach tomorrow—for her. But I don't see it as a bad thing.

I think it's possible to be Kenneth Knight and still have a soft spot for my little trouble.

"What are you thinking about?" Danielle asks softly, her voice breaking the silence. When I just stare at her, she continues, "I told you that I was perfectly okay, Kenneth. I like that we can both use each other as a release. I'm just realizing that we both have darkness inside of us, and maybe that's what draws us together."

My lips twitch into a small smile. "You're right, baby."

But as rough as I was with her, I should offer more aftercare tonight. I know she can't touch me, but I can still do something for her. "Lay on your side," I instruct gently.

I've never cuddled with anyone before. Sliding behind her, I drape my arm across her stomach. It feels awkward at first, but I force my muscles to relax. The scent of her hair, the warmth of her body against mine, it's all strangely comforting.

"Have you ever done this before?" she asks in a low voice.

"No."

"Well, thank you for doing this," she murmurs. "I just don't want you to be uncomfortable."

"I'm not uncomfortable. It's just something to get used to," I murmur, kissing her shoulder.

Julio may be a f*****g asshole, but his words continue to linger in my mind. My little trouble is seeping into the jagged cracks of my heart, accepting the dark part of me I never knew someone could be okay with.

Not only does she accept it; she embraces it, making it her own.

Her breathing evens out, and I can tell she has fallen asleep. I tighten my hold on her, my mind racing with conflicting emotions.

Maybe this is becoming more than an obsession.

Something deeper.

But what?

I gently slip away from Danielle, careful not to disturb her, and retrieve my notebook from the duffle bag. Sitting on my side of the bed, words began pouring out of me as I fervently write them down, completing the song completely inspired by her.