Stolen: A Bad Boy Romance(18)

The prospect of my father finding out I was here on my own was also so scary.

“And you are sure he won’t know to look for me? That he won’t know it’s me?”

“It isn’t your name on the setlist, Kathryn. I hardly think he’ll look twice at the name Kat and think it is you.”

He had a point. There were probably a million of us in the Metro DC area alone. I still was so nervous.

“You just have some stage fright. But you’ve done this before. In bigger crowds. You told me all about Chicago. About the swarms of people. This is nothing compared to it. A few dozen compared to hundreds, Kathryn.”

It wasn’t like this. Me on a stage under lights. This felt so personal. So terrifying.

But it was my goal. The one I’d been working towards for so long. Sure, it was handed to me, but every opportunity feels that way. It’s what I could do with it that mattered. I wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not about this.

I just had to put my big girl pants on and deal with it.

So I stepped out on that stage, and I waited for my introduction.



“Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight we have a real treat for you. From the streets of Chicago, we have a newcomer to the Crystalize’s stage. Kat. She’s playing a compilation of her own music.” A tall, dark, handsome figure named Matt introduced me, and I smiled.

I’d brought my setup, including my backtracks for this piece.

I worked best when my violin was the centerpiece that was complimented by an electronic beat.

It started before I did, the rhythm section setting the mood.

Dark. Everything was dark. This was my moment. It wasn’t long before the music swept into my bones and took over my body. I played the violin like nothing I’d ever done before. I was a part of it. Every time it felt this way. It felt like I was my instrument and it was me.

I loved that about playing. I loved that about my life. I could lose myself in my music. Each piece was an expression of the things I’d been through. It was the climax of all the experiences I’d had.

Most of what I wrote was sad and soulful. But not this first piece. This one was angry. It was scared. It was beautiful.

It was the culmination of what I felt when I saw my father for who he really was, and it told the story without words.

It didn’t need it. It was so fueled with rage that anyone listening would know that this was a part of me. A deep piece of my soul.

I rushed my fingers as I got to the most complex piece. It had to be just right. It had to have the desired effect.

I knew they were all staring at me. That everyone was looking at me. Willing me to continue.

But the pause came at just the right moment, and the audience held on through it. Until the music broke again and I hit the finale.

It was perfect. Every piece of it.

I ended it and looked around.

Jaws. I saw jaws drop.

Then the applause.

It was the moment I’d already dreamed of.

That was when I saw him at the edge of the stage, staring at me.

Janson. Pride. Admiration. I never expected to see those things from anyone when it came to me. Especially not him. He was a good man but he was hard. And it was so impossible to see what he was feeling. To understand what was going on in his mind.

“Thank you so much for having me,” I said as bent down and played the next piece. Then the next. My set went perfectly and I was so proud of myself. Of everything I’d ever done to get there.

Of my brother for suggesting this. It was just what I needed.

When I finished, I took a deep bow and hurried off the stage.

“That was amazing, Kat,” Matt said as he greeted me. “I have to go announce the next musician, but I want to talk to you about doing more work for us. I know we had you on as a favor, but damn, girl. You can play.”

I grinned. It was the kind of feedback I was looking for. Matt was an objective observer.

“What did you think?” I asked Janson as I came off the stage.

“If that’s how you play anger and sadness, I can’t wait to hear joy. And lust.” He grabbed the small of my back and pulled me in for a deep kiss. “You have no idea how crazy you make me.”

Oh, by the feeling of his cock on my belly, I had some idea.

But we couldn’t do that here. Could we?

“Where are you taking me?” I asked as he started to pull me off stage.

“I can’t stand this anymore. I have to have you.”

“Here?” I asked. It sounded like a silly fantasy, but I couldn’t believe it was going to happen.

“Yes. Here. Now. You have no idea, do you?”

“No idea?”

“Every man had his eyes on you while you were playing. Every man wanted you. Well, you are mine. I have you, baby girl, and I am not letting go.” He growled as he bent down and kissed me, pushing me up against the hallway in the backstage area.

“There has to be a room,” I said, trying to convince him to at least take it somewhere a little more private. Lighting hands and other stage workers were walking around, staring at us.

“You better find a place soon, or I am going to take you right here, baby girl. I can’t fucking wait much longer.” He sounded so angry as he said it, and I knew that I was going to get yet another side of him. He had so many faces, wore so many masks, a part of me wondered if any of what I got was really him.

But I knew that they were all him. He was so complex, so mercurial, that I couldn’t be surprised. I shouldn’t be surprised.

He was exactly what I wanted and what I needed. And somehow, his moods always matched up with mine.

He opened door after door until he found a little room with a couch in it. “This’ll have to do,” he said as he pushed me into it.

I slammed against another wall, and he held me there, pressing my body against his as he assaulted my senses.

His hands moved quickly under my skirt, pushing my panties to the side where he found me wanting. Waiting for him. Completely fucking wet.

It was instantaneous. The moment he touched me, the second he whispered in that deep throaty voice of his, my body responded. I was a slave to it. I was his pawn.

He could do with me whatever he wanted, and I was powerless to stop it.

I loved him. I would do anything for him.

But I couldn’t tell him that.

“Already wet, baby girl?” he asked. “Does playing on stage do that to you? Does it spike your adrenaline and get you off?” he asked.

“Not as much as your touch does,” I said honestly. It was the truest statement I’d ever uttered.

“Good,” he said as he pulled off those damn panties. They were only in the way. “That’s a good girl.”

He undid his pants, not even bothering to push them down as he pulled his monster cock out of them.

He was huge, and I wanted it. I wanted him. I needed him now.

My body wasn’t going to take much more of this.

So I grabbed him and I kissed him, but he held my body still against the wall. “I need you, Janson.” I said.

It was half demand and half plea. I needed him and I was going crazy wanting him.

He was there in an instant, giving me exactly what I wanted. His cock filling me to the brim. Dear god, it felt amazing.

I couldn’t believe the way he entered me. Pulled my legs up and wrapped me around him, my back supported only by that flimsy wall.

“Fuck,” I cried out as he shoved himself into me over and over again. It was rough, it wasn’t slow and gentle. But each thrust brought me closer and closer.

We were hurried, and anyone could walk into the room at any moment.

That only added to the excitement.

I clutched onto his shoulder blades, my fingers digging into his back as I held on tight while he plowed me.

It was crazy, it was wild, and he was all mine.

“Fuck, Kat. I’m going to fucking cum,” he said as he groaned out. He kept going, not ready to be stopped. Sweat poured down from his forehead. His muscular body made it look easy, but that man was getting a total workout.

When he came, I came with him. His pleasure pushing me to my own. It was the first time. The first time he came first.

And I liked it.

When he was done, we just stood there, my legs wrapped around him. He stared into my eyes and didn’t say a damn word.

I knew that we belonged together, and I wasn’t going to accept anything else.





Janson



I clutched Kathryn's shoulder tightly, making sure she was secure against me. I didn't want her sliding all over the car, and what's more, I wanted to feel her as close to me as possible.

I know she didn’t mean to fall asleep against me in the backseat of the luxury car we were riding in, but damn, it was sexy. I didn’t want to wake her up now. She was so gorgeous and peaceful, her head against my shoulder with my arms wrapped around her. I'd never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.

I caressed her face with my free hand, the tip of my finger gliding across her delicate chin as I felt her smooth and silky skin against the weathered tips of my own. She was completely vulnerable this way. That's when it hit me.

She trusted me.

Even though she shouldn’t.

And it made me want her even more. I’d fuck her anywhere I could get her, but in this very moment, the last thing I wanted to do was wake her up. She was so comfortable and cozy.

That was when I realized it, yet another revelation that I was too afraid to voice. Too afraid to even believe. But it was staring me right in the face.

I loved her.

I loved her.