Page 6 of Obsessed

Unlike our usual moments together, this one seems real, passionate but subdued, like two people who care about each other. It's unexpected and slightly terrifying. It's no longer the nectar doing its magic. I'm reacting physically and mentally. I want this. I want Kane. And even without the usual kinky additions, the cuffs, the anklets, the sex toys,hestill wantsme.

Kane slips his hand beneath my ass and lifts me higher to meet his ever deepening thrusts. He lifts his mouth only to stare down at me, seemingly gauging my reaction to all of it. I don't know how to feel. I shouldn't be feeling anything except repulsion or shame. Instead, I feel pleasure and a connection with the man holding me beneath him. There is almost a twinge of something akin to empathy for Kane. I can't explainwhy.

Kane lowers his mouth to my ear. "Sweet Sin, you're all I need." His words finish as his body moves faster. I clutch at his hard arms and wrap my legs around his waist. He plunges deeper, scooping forward with long luxurious strokes, searching for that magic g-spot. He knows my body so well. It takes him only seconds to bring my body to the edge. He hesitates before bringing me overit.

"Say my name," he growls. "Say my name. I need to fucking hear you say my name." He thrusts into me. My pussy clenches aroundhim.

"Kane," I say on a breath. "Kane," I cry as the waves of pleasure overwhelm me. He moves fast and hard now, slamming into me, igniting new sensations with eachmove.

"Fuck." His head drops back and he groans with release. His body is like steel, hard and rigid over me as his hot seed spills inside of me. His blue eyes flicker like flames as a shudder runs through him. He stares down at me for a long, intense moment before collapsing next to me on thechaise.

It'sthatmoment, that moment that Tawny craves. It seems Angie does too. That moment when his strong arms wrap around me and he pulls me against him. It doesn't usually last more than a few minutes, but something about it helps me feel right about what is happening. It helps me not feel dirty or sordid. It helps me feelwanted.

The air inside the pool room is moist and dense with the smell of chlorine. We are poolside but there is no sun above. He's created such an oddly comfortable world. I gently trace my finger around the hollow of his throat. Unexpectedly, his throat moves with a deep swallow. I wonder briefly if my touch causedit.

With my head clearer, my curiosity has some traction. "You so obviously have all the qualities a person needs to succeed up above, in the real world." He doesn't drop his arms or push briskly off the chaise so I continue. "You're a genius. You could be working in a research lab creating cures for cancer. Instead, you live here, just below the surface, keeping your brilliance to yourself. You would be wildlysuccessful."

He stays quiet long enough that I don't expect a response. Then his deep voice floats out and mingles with the humid air. "There's nothing for me out there except terriblememories."

His hand moves down my back to my ass. He is hard again and feeling his cock press against my belly, sends a luxurious scroll of heat through me. I react instantly and jut my ass out toward histouch.

Kane flips me onto my stomach. "On your knees," he demands. Considering the lack of nectar, I'm shamefully eager tocomply.

He moves to kneel behind me. I hold my breath in anticipation as he takes firm hold of my hips. "Besides," his voice is deep and heavy as he invades my pussy. "I have everything I want righthere."

6

Maddox

"Get in here, Maddox,"Clark calls from his office. I click out of the social media accounts the tech team has created for my alternate personality, Rick Haverton, the twenty-five-year-old reckless, shallow heir to a huge fortune. Apparently, most of my unearned money is sitting in foreign accounts avoiding U.S. taxes like all good rich people, but Captain Clark called in some favors and had a fake multi-million dollar account created in my newname.

"What’sup?"

"Close the door," he says grumpily, which either means something is up or someone grabbed the maple bar,hismaple bar from the donut box in the break room. Both events can cause the samereaction.

"The jig is up, as they say." He sits back and steeples his fingers on hisbelly.

I stare at him in confusion. "Gonna need more thanthat."

"Investigators finally made some headway into the two murders. Turns out one guy was just a run of the mill rich creep who was known to strangle women duringsex."

"Nice." I sit forward. "They allow murderers in the club as long as they can pay thefee?"

Clark sits forward too. "No, that’s why the guy is dead. We don’t have direct evidence yet. It seems Freestone runs a clean vigilante operation. The security cameras and data at the victim's estate were all stolen. No one was seen entering or leaving on the day of the murder. While it’s been determined the man was bludgeoned to death in his own bathroom, there is no weapon. But a little digging into the victim's past brought up some pretty creepy stuff, stuff that only a man who grew up in a wealthy family could get covered up. By all accounts, choking was a big turn on. When he was in his twenties, he left one very expensive escort in a vegetative coma. They pulled the plug a year later. The charges were mysteriously dropped when the woman’s family received ample compensation for their grief." Clark rolls his eyes to show his disgust. "If some silver spoon freak put my little girl in a coma, I wouldn’t rest until I put the guy in his own vegetative state. And then I wouldn’t let them pull the plug. I’d make him live like that, a breathingcorpse."

I’m listening with some amusement. "I’m guessing that little tangent has more to do with the kid Hannah is dating than some rich guy with overprotectiveparents."

Clark grabs a stick of gum from his desk drawer. "The kid has piercings through his brow and his lip. Piercings," he repeats in case I didn't hear. "Hannah thinks they’re cool, but all I want to do is rip them right through that cocky little asshole's lip." He shovels the stick of gum into his mouth. The rant stops while he tackles the toughpiece.

I slap my hands on the arms of the chair. "Well, glad to act as your anger management therapist, Cap’n, but if we’re finished here, I’ve got to get back to memorizing my assets and my portfolio. It seems I have a place right on the beach in the Bahamas. Can’t wait to hang out there. If you play your cards right, you’ll get aninvite."

"Stay right there, Maddox. We’re not through. The second guy was killed in the sameway."

"Anothersicko?"

"Nope. Turns out the guy wasn’t a billionaire with a penchant for underground sex parties. He wasundercover."

"No way. Feds? Do they know anything aboutTen?"

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