Page 32 of Obsessed

"You did. Gosh, one plate of food and I already feel more human. Why the heck didn't you give me this earlier? You could have spared me a fewpounds."

"It took me that long to formulateit."

"Once again, the mad genius has scored." His face dims at the nickname. "What? You don't like to be called a madgenius?"

"Wouldyou?"

"I'd live with it if I was a genius. But I'm not." I get up from the table and sweep past him but his arm curls around my waist. He pulls me back against his chest and kisses my neck. It sends instant heat to my pussy. Even with the shocking events of the night before, the nectar and his confident, possessive touch make me weak with desire. My stomach is full for the first time in months, and I'm at ease knowing that Maddox seems to have gotten in and out of the club without any problem. I even managed to push aside any thoughts about what he might have been doing with the pretty blonde on the precinct'sdime.

Kane's mouth touches my ear. "I've had a shitty morning. I decided to relieve a little stress with my SweetSin."

I shiver in his arms as the words and the gesture bring back another strange moment from the night before, the moment when he spoke to me in an ominous tone in the hallway outside theparty.

"What did you mean—" I start and pause to lift myarms.

Kane is only half listening as he removes my t-shirt. My words are stuck again as I close my eyes and lean my head against his shoulder to enjoy his teasing pinches on mynipples.

His hands sweep down to my shorts. They fall away along with the panties. Before I drift into the mindless erotic haze he is so good at drawing out, I ask him again. "What did you mean when you said I started something I needed to see through to theend?"

The question makes him tense behind me. There's no answer. He takes hold of my wrists. "Where are the cuffs?" he asks angrily. My question upsethim.

"I'm tired of them. I hate them," I snapback.

"Fine." He pulls his shirt off, popping all the buttons with one sharp tug. He ties both my wrists together with one sleeve. My feet slap the ground as he leads me brusquely to the bed. The white shirt is tossed over the canopy frame and tied in a loop. I'm bound again, even without the leathercuffs.

He pushes his pants off and presses his hard naked body up behind me. His cock pokes teasingly at my ass as his hands slide down between my legs. He kisses my shoulder and then his teeth nibble myneck.

The earlier question floats away as my head fills only with thoughts of him fuckingme.

His fingers massage and impale my pussy drawing out the creamy liquid pooling there. He draws some out and uses it to lube my ass. "I need to hear it from your lips, or I will leave you hanging here waiting for a fucking orgasm for the entire day." His cruel words should anger me. Instead, they only make me want himmore.

"Please, Please, Kane, you know what I want. Please." It's not my voice anymore. It's that woman who can't get enough of KaneFreestone.

His hands drop and he stepsaway.

"No!" I plead. "What do you want me to say? I'll sayanything."

Silently, he walks to the dresser and pulls out one of the many vibrators. He lubes it up. The buzzing sound sends shockwaves through my pussy. A long, appreciative moan rolls up from mychest.

Kane yanks my hair back and kisses my ear as he pushes the vibrator in, bringing on an instant orgasm. As my body succumbs to the waves of pleasure, he shoves his cock into my ass. I cry out in ecstasy as I'm invaded from everyangle.

He pumps into me from behind while keeping my pussy convulsing around the vibrator. The canopy frame of the bed creaks. I'm sure it will break in half. He moves faster and drops the vibrator to wraps his arms around me. I melt against him absorbing the impact of his thrusts. His strong arms tighten around me, nearly crushing me as hecomes.

We stand in the hot steamy air evaporating from our bodies as our breathing slows. He reaches up and unties my hands. I rub the life back into them as I turn to be wrapped in his arms. It's the closure I always crave. Instead, he pulls his shirt on and hardly looks me in theeye.

"Stress relieved?" I asklightly.

"If only it were that easy." He pulls on his pants. I pick up my clothes, deciding there's a sudden chill in the air. Only it has nothing to do with ambienttemperature.

"Kane?" I asktentatively.

He finally lifts his face to mine. His blue eyes are unreadable. He steps toward me and takes my face between his hands for one last kiss before he marches out thedoor.

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Maddox

My two friends are back.They retie my hands in front of me and lead me again, one on each arm, out the door. I don't bother to ask where they're taking me because they aren't big on answering. I take note of the various cameras and turns, the corridors, the maze of halls. Every door has a keypad and a number, reminding me of a very industrial looking hotel. The only clue that we are underground is the lack ofwindows.

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