The Black Onyx Pact (45 page)

Claude pulls her chair out and she thanks him kindly. He then sits in front of her and they both begin their romantic dinner made of smiles and intense glances.

They eat looking in the eye. It's weird, it's like they don't feel the need to say anything, as if the presence of the other is enough to feel good.

Claude breaks the spell by writing something in a notebook beside him.

“You look so beautiful tonight”.

Sibylle smiles reading those words. She simply thanks him. Claude brushes her hand and often
—
very often
—
caresses her face, leaving her puzzled. They toast with fine champagne and sip it without looking away from each other.

Claude gets up and she starts to do the same, not understanding what are his intentions, but he gently pushes her back on the chair. Then he does something unexpected: he bends to one knee in front of her as if he were to propose. He looks at her, she looks at him. The man's eyes become shiny and his hands seem to shake; he takes the notebook and begins to write something long.

Sibylle waits politely. When the man hands her the paper, she is touched by what she reads:

“Maybe I'm not even worthy to kneel before you, Améthyste,

you deserve better, indeed you deserve a better man.

You deserve a man who can understand your value,

a man to whom give your sweetness.

But, please, just for tonight,
make me worth of you, even if I'm not.

I need you, I need your warmth.”

Sibylle folds the paper and puts it on the table, she looks at the man and the smile she gives to him is so sweet that he feels a pang in his heart. She caresses him on the mask, then draws gently his head against her. He embraces her delicate body, clutching himself to that warm chest, sobbing softly, closing his eyes and enjoying Sibylle's gently hands touching his hair.

«I have no intention to leave, Claude.»

He freezes hearing her calling his name.
What?! She knows it?! She knew it?!
He looks up at her and she smiles sweetly.

«Did you really think I would not recognize my husband? What kind of wife I would be? Yes, that evening with Nymphe I didn't recognize you, my mind was
...
distracted, but tonight
—
as soon as I saw you
—
I knew it was you. You think I want to go? Oh Claude, all this time I just wanted to be with you! And now», she begins to cry silently letting the tears wet her face, «seeing you on your knees in front of me, asking for my forgiveness, expressing your own feelings
—
How can I go? I love you, Claude.»

The man holds her tighter, sobbing quietly. What a wonderful feeling to be forgiven! What a great feeling to be accepted!

They stay gripped in that incredible embrace for a long time, enjoying the warmth of the other, enjoying the smell of the other, enjoying the breathe of the other.

It's Claude the first to move away from that hug impregnated of emotions. He stands up, takes Sibylle's face in his hands and stares at her for a long time before bending over to touch her lips with his. They both moan before let that kiss to become deeper and stun them. Sibylle holds on to the man's wrists, enjoying his known taste. She missed him so much!

But
—
it's strange
—
she is thinking of Drakkar. Is it possible to think of someone else when you are finally with the man you always desired to have? Is it normal to be in the hands of your husband and still feel the touch of another man on your skin?
That's what Sibylle is wondering. Is it okay to have Drakkar in her thoughts when going through such an important time as the reconciliation with her husband?

She has the bizarre thought that Drakkar's tongue is more sensual, warmer, more intrusive and more respectful at the same time. And the hands of Drakkar are stronger, but gentle too.

She shoos away those thoughts and focus on that magical moment with Claude. The moment she has been waited for so long. She dreamed for nights this moment that she almost feared it would never arrive. And now
...
Here is Claude confessing his love, just as she has always wanted.

The man moves away from her and smiles.

«Sibylle, please, forgive me if I have not been able to keep you close to me, it's all my fault.»

She smiles through her tears and turns her head to kiss his hand.

«You have been, instead: here I am in your arms.»

«I don't think I deserve you.»

She chuckles.

«Claude, you always say that no one can have what they don't deserve. If you have me, then, it means that you deserve it.»

He softens the look and sighs loudly.

«How I couldn't realize how wonderful you were? When I saw you with that girl, enjoying your femininity without inhibitions, I felt tingling inside. I realized how much I wanted you.»

She smiles shyly looking away.

«I am ashamed of what you saw, Claude. I feel so embarrassed to have shown myself in that way before you.»

«No, Bille, why?»

She makes a face of sympathetic impatience: she hates when he calls her that way. But at that moment it seems a nice sound, especially after she feared not to hear it anymore.

«Oh Sibylle, you were wonderful, beautiful and confident.»

She looks at him.
«Why you didn't tell me about the Club D? You are a member of the Diamond, it means you're in the Club since years. Why you didn't even mention it to me.»

«Because I didn't want to do certain things with you, you were my wife.»
«Precisely because I'm your wife we should share certain things. We are a couple, we shouldn't have sex with others in secret. We should live together the joy of transgression, honey, as a couple. It's us that must decide who and when and how others can join our core.»
«Wow, hearing you talking like this makes me shiver, Bille. See? I didn't know you at all. Another reason why I didn't tell you is because I thought that you would be horrified to hear about it, I thought you would have considered me a pervert.»

Sibylle shakes her head.

«You think too much, Claude.»

They both laugh, and then he takes her by the waist and sits her on the table. They kiss again, deeply, voluptuously. Claude lifts her dress touching her silky thighs and the fine black lace panties.

«Hmm, what a beautiful lingerie. You always wore voguish lingerie, Sibylle, I should have known from that, that you were inclined to pleasure.»
She cracks a smile while he takes a knife and cuts her pantie’s strings on both sides; he takes them off then spreads her legs apart bending to stroke her satiny black hairs. His fingers touch her lips, showing her pink opening.

Sibylle smirks.

«It seems my
‘vulgar’ pussy doesn't
disgust you anymore.»

He looks at her.

«Now that I have seen how badly other men want you I became aware of your beauty, I have learned to appreciate it, too.»

He buries his face between her leg and begins to lick her passionately while she is staring in front of her, puzzled by those words. On one side she is happy that he changed his mind, on the other hand it bothers her that he bases his own choices on the judgment of others. Not even her husband's mouth can distract her from those thoughts. And this is another difference she notices: when she's with Drakkar nothing can deviate her mind from him. When she is with him she is too concentrated to enjoy every second with the man. And every word he says is in perfect harmony with the living moment, he is never offensive or inappropriate. Now she must enjoy the evening without much thought, she has been waiting this moment for so long that it would be stupid to ruin everything.

She puts her hands through his hair pushing him gently against her, urging him to lick her faster. But after a minute he stands up and frees his hard cock, penetrating her hastily. He never liked to lick her for long, it's just a lubricant action to him. Sibylle tries not to mind that disappointing feeling. Maybe Drakkar was beginning to spoil her with all that licking. She clings to his shoulders while the man grabs her buttocks, pushing hard into her. Sibylle closes her eyes and surrender to that violent invasion.

«Oh Claude, yes! Please, tell me I'm yours!»

The man grunts, before saying:

«You're mine, Bille! Will you be my dirty wife, hmm? Will you be my bitch?»

«I'll be whatever you want, Claude. I want to be yours, don't leave me, honey!»

He smiles.

«I'm not leaving you, you will be mine forever! I will not let anyone take my bitch away! Better for them to die now than try to do it!»
 

~

In that very moment
there is in progress a delicate military operation of the DAFT. A large number of
bulls
have been called to intervene. A group of drug traffickers has been intercepted
—
thanks to the internal spies that followed the group for months
—
and now they are hiding in an abandoned factory just outside Paris. They are armed and angry because of the failure of their plan. Drakkar is in charge of that operation. He arrives at the factory by helicopter with his best men, and all are dressed in a black military suit, army boots, balaclavas, protective helmet, bullet-proof vest. They are heavily armed, holding weapons in their hands and
—
some of them
—
shields. They slide down on the roof of the factory with the cable and run quietly inside with Drakkar at the head of the group, giving orders trough the earphones. He directs the men organizing the way they should move, how and when to split and where to go.
Some other groups of the DAFT arrive
—
this time by land
—
in their black bullet-proof vans. Drakkar coordinates with them too. All the men confirm to have understood the orders and get ready, preparing the weapons and taking their positions.
In the dark, merging with the shadows, jumping like cats in the night, listening to every sound and looking in every direction, Drakkar and his men move resolutely. The second in command receives the order from Drakkar to enter in action and burst in the factory with his men. In few seconds all the groups of the DAFT are inside, but things don't go as planned. Some groups move in the wrong direction and many hidden criminals begin to shoot incessantly, and
— i
nstead of facing the situation with cold blood as the
bulls
are trained to do
—
some of them panic and act in an uncoordinated manner. Now there are too many stray bullets, and in a few minutes is the chaos.

Drakkar gets angry, shouts his new orders, telling the groups to retreat in order to better organize, but many members of the DAFT seem stunned and unable to obey the orders. They go to hide in distant points endangering their lives. Drakkar yells again while the sound of bullets fills the air. He growls loudly and bangs his fist on the wall, then turns to his men there with him ordering them to rescue those in danger, and to the others he orders to prepare to intervene directly toward the hidden criminals. He enters in action with seven of his men. They move silently till they arrive to the criminals shooting at their comrades. Drakkar motion with his hands to his men to distract them while he and the others catch them by surprise. In few minutes they manage to capture four of them. His other men
—
those who went to aid their own companions
— let him know
by earset that they accomplished the mission. Now they are organized and cool again. Drakkar begins to give new orders on how to move and, finally, everyone seems to have regained control of the situation. The search for the remaining criminals last more than it should and this is bad because in this way they have the time to hide in the dark and organize too.
During the search, Drakkar finds himself face to face with one of the criminals, but thank to his training he manages to disarm him with few kicks. They fight in a violent close combat. Drakkar throws several punches, blocks many kicks, dodges some hits, and finally knocks him down hitting him brutally in the stomach, at the sides of the knees and on his neck. The criminal falls on the ground and he immobilizes his arms behind the back before to handcuffs him, he pulls him up and gives him in custody to the two men with him.

«Do we got them all?» asks a voice on her earphone.

«No. Three to go.» replies Drakkar.

«Go get them, Scorpion!» affirms the voice, calling him by his code name.

Drakkar recalls his team and organizes the capture of the remaining three. His men nod and move in precise directions, knowing how to act. Suddenly he hears continue gunfire and one of the men behind him falls wounded on the floor. The others run for cover, Drakkar shoots back and goes to help him to get up bringing him in a safe place. He checks his thigh and see that, fortunately, he has just a flesh wound.
«It's ok, Leon, it's nothing, don't worry. I got deeper wounds when I fall from my bike.»
The young man nods, feeling better. Drakkar entrusts him to his men and orders to take him out. He continues to advance with the others, alert and focused like always. But...