The Mozart Killer (Fifth Edition)

By Susan Hart

In the search for a killer of women, FBI agent Lili Foxworthy works her way into the ultra-upscale life along the Southern California coast, as she begins a love affair that will transcend time in a battle of powerful emotions, beautiful people, and one brilliant genius, Aurik Graf. Note: Some adult language, infrequent moderate violence both domestic and outside of the home.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Susan Hart
• Release date: Oct 19, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466193864

Susan Hart

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.

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The Mozart Killer

By

Susan Hart

Copyright 2014 Susan Hart

Smashwords Edition

Prologue

Lothar von Rabenhorst was known to his circle of friends in the upper echelons of California society as a prick, albeit a brilliant one. Not only was he an extremely gifted composer with an IQ of 186, he was also incredibly handsome, well built and charismatic -- a charmer in every sense of the word. To have this combination of talent, intelligence, looks along with an overcoat of female idolatry would be enough to satisfy most normal men.

However, it wasn’t for Lothar, because he had a hidden skill that lay festering at the very core of his being which often motivated him in reckless ways.

At thirty-three, Lothar was in the prime of his life in all respects. He had bright blond hair accented by bright blue eyes the exact color of Norwegian glacial ice. His smooth European accent drew women like a magnet draws nails. Not only did these wonderful features benefit him in his personal life, they also manifested the hidden and dark secret that had followed him into his adult life.

To the outside world, Lothar had all the tools he needed to succeed in living his luxurious and exotic way of life. However, in the world inside Lothar, he just hoped his secret talent wouldn’t screw all that up.

At the age of five, Lothar’s parents had given him a grand piano, a Steinway, no less, which had been recovered from Germany and shipped to his elegant home in Montecito, a village that rests on the outskirts of Santa Barbara, California. He loved to compose at this cherished piano every day.

In fact, Lothar couldn’t remember a single day when he hadn’t written music, maybe only a few bars, maybe the completion of an ongoing piece, or maybe just the line he had been struggling with for days. Nevertheless, every day, he wrote some measure of music. Composition was one of Lothar’s many desires, all of which were inherent; they were as much a part of him as his skeleton.

He could not ignore these desires, either. They burned within him.

Lothar had a unique connection to this instrument of music, often running his hands against the soft, glossy blackness of the lacquered wood. He’d place his cheek against its surface, resting for a moment while he thought about the notes that lay hidden in its body just waiting for him, the master composer and self-aware genius to pull them out of hiding into the light, to make them the sounds of the day.

Lothar’s lovemaking with his Steinway always brought a feeling of raw sensuality to his body, which was often accompanied by a slight erection. His penis and the music understood each other; they flowed well together.

In his younger days before his notoriety as a composer and conductor, Lothar wrote some commissioned pieces of music and taught a few handpicked students. Now that he was so well known, he wrote compositions of a different type. He also had a student of a different kind, and one of them waited for him in his bed.

Chapter 1

LOTHAR STOOD IN the doorway of his large master suite closet, smiling at the woman who lay sprawled across his massive bed. Although it had not been often in the past, it was becoming more routine that he invited a woman to his own private space. No one else but him lived at the sprawling mansion, but given his position as a bright and shining star of the local arts scene, it wasn’t uncommon for Lothar to have an odd visitor or two.

Of course, he could chose to ignore anyone who came to his home, thanks to a good surveillance system, but this woman had been invited personally by him. It had been on a whim, that was true, but she fit Lothar’s exact specification. She was blond, and he only used blondes to satisfy his burning sexual and secret urges. He thought this one would be perfect.

While at a restaurant lounge where Lothar often spent time alone internalizing and mentally composing music, he had found her almost hiding in a corner as if trying her best to sink into the thick, red velvet fabric of the luxurious mahogany booth where she sat alone. He quickly assessed her situation, decided she was a perfect target, and moved slowly toward the booth she thought protected her.

Lothar asked her permission to buy her a drink. Although she didn’t say a word to him, she nodded and watched as he slid into her booth. He ordered a bottle of expensive wine from the waiter who instantly appeared at his side, shooing him away when the wine was delivered to their table.

He didn’t need anyone hovering over the two of them. On the surface, he appeared to feel sorry for her and her obvious loneliness, so he made idle chitchat with her to win her over, to make her feel comfortable with him and around him. Lothar asked her if she was alone, if she had friends or family that lived in the area and if anyone would be joining her at the lounge later. He had to rule out any risks that might exist.

It’s just me, myself and I, she had answered. Always is. I don’t mingle well with people. It’s less complicated to go it alone.

Lothar had smiled at her in understanding. Trust me, he had replied. I’m cut from the same cloth. Perhaps people such as us have a natural attraction to each other, like a sixth sense. I felt connected to you as soon as I saw you in here.

It was her turn to smile. Natural attraction or fatal attraction? she asked, smiling sensually at him.

Ah, I don’t know what you mean by fatal, but I’m not the dangerous type, he replied. Spreading his arms wide, he smiled and said, Look at me, I’m harmless!

She chuckled at his innocent invitation to assess him. "I’m sure you are harmless, she said, accepting the glass of wine he poured. Great taste in wine, too. Says something about a man, in my book."

Really? he questioned. What does it say?

Well, actually, it was said by Alcaeus the poet sometime in the mid-600s. Quote, ‘Wine is a peep-hole on a man.’ To me, that means you can tell the man has a good and refined taste in many things. And money; it says he has money.

"Does money matter to you? Lothar asked in genuine curiosity.

Nope, she answered frankly. "I have my own money. Doesn’t matter to me what others have. More or less, simply doesn’t matter. I don’t care either way."

He wondered if she was being forthright or if she was already a little on the brink of becoming tipsy. That pretty much sums up my feelings, too, he observed. I can’t always keep to myself externally, but I harbor a lot of myself inside me, never sharing.

It’s safe to do that, she observed. You only get hurt in the long run if you share too much. She poured herself another glass of wine and held it up to him in a toast. May we keep to ourselves, she said, chuckling.

Lothar met her glass with his. Except for tonight, he responded.

They both laughed. As their evening passed in conversation about many things, he felt more certain that this woman was one of the best he had ever selected. Perfect looks and perfect attitude. In addition, perfectly alone with no obligations to anyone else.

Lothar needed the lonely and alone women.

Are you driving? he finally got around to asking.

Nah, she slurred slightly. I don’t even own a car. Who needs one in this place? It’s cheaper and less hassle to call a cab. Excuse me, she threw in, I’ve got to piss.

Lothar grimaced at her uncouth wording, but he nodded an okay sign as she slid out of the booth. While she was gone, he slipped a small, fast dissolving pill into her half glass of wine, just in case she needed a little prodding to leave with him.

When she slid back into her seat, he told her, I’ll take you home so you don’t have to worry with a cab.

She smiled broadly at him. To my home or yours? she asked.

Well, either, I guess, he answered. Do you have a preference?

She took a long swig of wine, emptying the glass and almost banging it on the table when she sat it done. Surprise me, she said, really slurring now as the pill took effect quickly. I’ll know when I wake up!

Yes, you certainly will, Lothar replied, sliding out of the booth and offering her his hand. You won’t be disappointed in what I chose for you. Trust me.

I do, she said, holding onto his arm. I saw you through the peep-hole of wine. They laughed together at her scrambled up attempt at the quote. He had brought her to his mansion and up to his seldom-visited, invitation only bedroom suite.

Now, she lay on his bed just the way he wanted her, submissive. He walked to her side, pulled her upright and tight against his body. He ripped at her dress, which fell from her like the cheap construction that he suspected it was. She showed absolutely no reaction except to wobble from side to side in her drunkenness as he pulled at her clothing.

Lothar easily unfastened her bra and slid it and her silky teddy down to her waist, exposing full and smooth breasts. Slowly, he slid his hand over her breasts, loving the feel of them. He let her fall back onto the bed. With one hand, he rubbed his palm against the silky fabric of the teddy, appreciating the smooth, cool touch of it, which felt like holding an old pen as he scratched out his latest composition.

His other hand groped her breast hard, squeezing the nipple between his middle and index finger. She grunted slightly, but made no move to stop him, although he imagined his hand was causing pain.

He violently grabbed her head by her hair and kissed her on the mouth, biting at her lips; Still, she didn’t react. He smiled from above her. Leaning down, he bit her on the shoulder, on her breasts, and in other places. Her only response was to move her head from right to left. He needed to get the preliminaries over with quickly, but he did need to do a few things first.

Lothar leaned back from her and with the palm of his hand, he slapped her on the cheek with such force that her head turned completely from the left to the right side, exposing the unslapped cheek. She began to revive a little, a sign that she was ready for him. He liked to do his work when the women were at least aware enough to feel him and respond to him, but not so aware that there would be any problems. He couldn’t risk damaging his million-dollar hands in a struggle with a woman.

He pushed her half-limb body farther up on the bed and removed her underwear, taking a moment to stroke the shaven triangle that he intended to ravage. Lothar climbed over the top of her, one knee on each side of her hips. His already swollen and ready cock stuck out in front of him, ready for his pillage as he rolled the condom onto its full length.

Lothar lodged his cock at the entrance to her sex; anxious to feel the tightness that he knew would be there. He hated women who were loose down there; they were too experienced and over fucked. Even with this one being half conscious, he would still feel his large erection sliding easily into her, then buying deep within her as it expanded the walls of her pussy wider and wider until the bottom as finally reached.

It was his manhood, his power that took these women to spaces they had never been before. The same as he did with the music he wrote.

Lothar’s first push of his dick always sent a sensual chill rippling across his entire lower torso, a thrill that he could never reach any other way. His face twisted into an angry smile as he rammed her cunt the second time even harder than the first. She grunted lowly.

He jammed her again, then again, repeatedly, not caring that she was reviving quickly, trying to twist from his ironclad hold of her arms with his precious hands and his cock so buried within her. She was helpless underneath him. Even if she thought she could defend herself against him, the pill and wine combination did their job by clouding her mind so much she couldn’t separate reality from actuality.

She was incapable of controlling her body or what was being done to it.

This foreplay would be at a minimum, because it was only for himself, after all. He would sometimes cum too quickly because of his sensitive skin, so he dragged the woman from the bed to the wall, slamming her against it in a half-standing position, holding her there with his strong arms as he slid her onto his massive and wet erection.

She was barely five feet tall, just the way he liked them, small against his six-foot frame. Short, thin and usually very tight in the pussy. He knew that type well.

Holding her hands above her head with one hand and pressing her body tight against the wall with his, he pushed his dick into her as far as it would go, and then pulled it out to the tip of his dickhead. Her eyes opened slightly, but closed again, returning to the world of her mind. He felt the condom growing tighter against his pulsing dick, knowing that he was reaching the pinnacle of no return.

He raised her body a few inches up on the wall to give himself room to pull her back down onto him with a rush. As soon as his dickhead reached the top of her insides, he lowered his head to her nipple, sucking gently on the hard protrusion. As the cum came to the slit on his cock, he began to bite the nipple harder and harder as he emptied his hot juice into the rubber jacket that kept his DNA apart from her body. He didn’t leave his cum on the inside of any woman.

As he leaned against her pinned body on the wall, panting for breath, she stirred beneath him, raising her arms to push him off her.

Not so fast, slut! he said, holding her more tightly. It ain’t over yet! He balled up his fist and hit her square in the head, knocking her unconscious again. Lothar slung her over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried her downstairs to his music room.

He never finished a project in the same room as where it had begun. It was his tradition and self-imposed rule. His bedroom was his private sanctuary that he saved for his sleep and when he intended to use a woman just for sex. This woman had a different purpose.

In the music room, he tied the woman to a floral-patterned wing chair in one corner of the room with duct tape; the strong, readily available and untraceable tool he preferred. He tightly covered her mouth with tape. She didn’t resist at all even though she was semiconscious again, her eyes half seeing what was taking place, but he knew she was out of it enough that she couldn’t connect her thoughts enough to react to anything he did.

Once he was satisfied that she couldn’t escape, Lothar went back to his suite and changed into a clean shirt and pants, leaving the shirt unbuttoned to expose his beautifully muscled body, which he enjoyed seeing as much as the women with whom he shared it.

He even ran a comb through his hair, because looking anything less than perfect was unacceptable, no matter what he was doing. He returned to