Page 9 of Obsessed

I hear a glass clink onto a tray. The gears run again, taking the drinks away. I sit quietly with hands in my lap, my right hand fidgeting with the leather cuff on my leftwrist.

"Does it bother you?" his question startles me. It seems the extra nectar has taken me past serene. I'm more edgy than normal. The earlier dark memory was newtoo.

"No, it's fine. Won't people notice?" I ask, lifting myhand.

"Doesn't matter. This is mostly for business. You're on this trip for one reason, to keep me from going mad without you." The edge of anger in his tone seems directed at me just as much as it is directed athimself.

"You should have just left me behind." It's the first time I've spoken sharply to him. I brace for his harshresponse.

He laughs dryly. "Yes, that idea occurred to me more than once. Easier said than done. I told you, you are my weakness, my poison, myaddiction."

I don't hear him move and startle when his finger loops through one ring and then the other. My arms are lifted above my head. He spins me around and tugs me back so I'm stretched out on the seat. My hands are quickly fastened. It seems even his cars are equipped with the necessary evils to satisfy his needs. The extra nectar makes me angrier, more cynical. But the frantic need to be fucked is still there. Stronger thanever.

I feel my panties slipping away. My dress is pushed up high around my waist. I cry out as his mouth presses against my hot pussy. His hands grab my ass, his thick finger impaling me from behind as he lifts me higher and harder against his hungry mouth. His teeth graze my throbbing clit, nearly launching me off the seat. He teases me again with his teeth before pushing his tongue into me. I break into a million shuddering pieces as I come against his mouth. The pulsating waves are still rolling through me as his body covers mine and he jams his cock into me. The orgasm reignites. My pussy clenches around him, gripping him inside ofme.

I move my hands and am instantly reminded that they are tied above my head. I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around him and hold him like I did when we were at the pool, but the other Kane is back today. There was a glimmer of human compassion in the man who made love to me on the pool chaise. He's gone again. Maybe I only imaginedhim.

Kane growls and stiffens against me as he comes. He collapses for a few seconds on top of me, warm and fragrant with the sweat of sex. I wait for him to release me, hoping for a quick cuddle before it's all over. But he climbs off of me first. He is kind enough to slip my panties back on. I hear his pantszip.

Finally my hands are free again. I can hear him sit on another seat, one across from me. We spend the rest of the trip in silence. I don't know if it's my state of mind or his, but something about the sex seemed cold and distant. It doesn't leave me with that usual helpless heart tug that lets me know I can never walk away from him. Something about this time is different. I am not just his weakness, his Achilles' heel. I am hispoison.

9

Kane

She was a mistake.She is a mistake. But sometimes there is no going back, no fixing it. When I'm not with her, I think about her like she's a song playing through my head again and again. And there's no way to turn it off. I don't want to turn itoff.

When I made the arrangements with the realtor to check out the remote islands off the coastline, I decided firmly to leave her behind. But the more I thought about being thousands of miles away from her, unable to touch her skin, smell the fragrance of her hair, hear the soft moans of ecstasy on her lips, I knew I had to take heralong.

I rest against the cushioned bench at the stern of the yacht and watch as she walks along the starboard side, lifting her face every few seconds to the sunlight and taking deep breaths of the warm salt air. The underground complex is secure and private and has every luxury except the obvious . . .sunlight.

Her naturally golden skin has faded to pale ivory in the past two months. Christ, has it only been two months? I can hardly remember my existence before her. I just know it was easier, less worry. I was incontrol.

She smiles brightly as she sashays toward me in the green bikini. Far too much coverage as far as I'm concerned, but we are near other pleasure boats in the marina. For now. The extra large dose of nectar has worn off. Her mood has lightened. I reprimanded Blake for it, making sure he understood it wasn't like cream in coffee, a substance to adjust to your liking or taste. I have no doubt he got the message. It will never happenagain.

"So this boat is all yours?" She picks up a glass of wine as she sits down next tome.

"Yes, all mine. Do you likeit?"

"Don't think there's a person on earth who doesn't love a gleaming white yacht on a bright blue sea." She lifts her sunglasses and squints toward shore. The hills bordering the beach are deep green and lush with tropical plants. Several posh resorts dot the shoreline, breaking up the view of nature. "Where arewe?"

"The Caribbean but we aren't staying long. I'm meeting a realtor who specializes in personalislands."

"Wow, personal islands, life's been good toyou."

"If there is one sentence that can never be used to describe my life, it's that one," I say before I can stop myself. It's like that with her. I feel like I could just lie in her arms and tell her everything and she'd listen. That part distresses me the most. After all the years of being a loner and finding it suits me just fine, I found the one person who makes me hate my solitary existence. My obsession only grows stronger and gets more dangerous each time I'm with her. She is a mistake. I've let my guard down. I have no idea how to put it backup.

She stands up, turns around and kneels on the bench to look back over the stern. "So many rich people in expensive boats. Where did Blake and the guys go? Will we go ashore atall?"

As her flurry of questions rains down on me, I take advantage of her inviting position. I put down my glass and move to stand behind her. My cock presses urgently against her bottom. She squirms flirtatiously againstit.

"We're surrounded by other people," she protests as my hand smoothes over her belly and down between her legs. Even so, she is pressing her ass hard against me, invitingmore.

"No one can see below the railing." I yank the bottom of her bikini down. It puddles at her ankles. I groan as my fingers discover the silky cream of her wet pussy. I use the liquid to lube her ass. She cries out as I impale her from behind, but I cut it short by pressing my hand over her mouth. I lower my mouth to her ear. "Shh, Sweet Sin, your cries of pleasure are strictly for me. I won't share that with anyone. Do youunderstand?"

She nods her head. A low moan rolls up her throat as I pull my hand away. Her knuckles are white as she grips the railing and pushes againstme.

I grit my jaw at the exquisite pleasure of fucking her ass. It will take me only seconds to come, but I won't allow it until she reaches orgasm. In the distance, Blake and my two bodyguards, Jason and Oscar, are walking back toward us along the dock. She gasps and stiffens in mygrasp.

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