Page 113 of His Coveted Obsession

And Ididfuck the hell out of him when I first saw it. He was so raw that he couldn’t sit the entire next day. I had to admit it was thrilling and arousing to see Thomas literally give his ass to me.

I traced my fingers over the words and along the arrow. I kept moving it down and slid between his crease, feeling his tight hole. He shuddered at my touch.

“Turn around and face me.”

When he did, his cock had turned hard and flushed with the blood rushing to it. I fisted it and gave it a few tugs. Thomas sighed contentedly. I always enjoyed his responsiveness. It gave me a rush and made me feel like the Superman he always called me.

I scooted closer and took him into my mouth. His hands rushed to my head and carded through my still-damp hair. He gently thrust into my mouth, whimpering and moaning as he bit his bottom lip. I never took my eyes off him, wanting to watch him orgasm because of me. I especially enjoyed having that sort of control over him.

It didn’t take long before he spilled into my mouth. I popped off him and drank down his load gathered on my tongue.

He looked at me with a glazed, blissed-out face. “What was that for?”

“I don’t know. I wanted to.”

He dropped to his knees and reached for my cock. “Your turn.”

“Normally, I wouldn’t say no, but that was for you.”

He smiled sweetly and kissed my nose. “You’re always giving me things.”

“Because I want to keep you.”

“You have me, no matter what, for the rest of our lives.”

I bopped his nose with my finger. It wasn’t like me to be playful, but Thomas brought it out of me, teaching me to play in different ways, especially primally. “And you will always have me.”

My burner phone suddenly buzzed. I climbed out of the bed and padded over to where it was charging on the nightstand. I swiped it open and read the text.

Layla: Your father was rushed to the hospital, but he

didn’t make it. I’m sorry for your loss.

“It’s done,” I told him. “Gregory Ivanov is no more.”

“Good. Now, we’re free.”

One year later

Iaimedmysightsat the target in front of me and emptied the entire clip into the paper target hanging from the ceiling. My aim had gotten quite good. Maverick had been an excellent teacher, but he was gone now. So I was left to practice on my own.

I looked over at the next stall where he used to practice almost every single day, and I felt… empty. Even after a year, a pang hit me weirdly in my stomach, and I rubbed it. I took it to mean I missed him. He’d been a regular pillar here at The District since I came on board. He was always patient with me, and ready with a smile or a joke that I never understood.

The first sign that there was a problem had been his missing the target when we went to save Thomas from Russian traffickers;no thanks to his fucking father, who I still loathed. After the rescue, Maverick and Khai vanished together for about three weeks.

Maverick had finally reached out and met with us, explaining he had to process things and come to terms with the fact he was going blind. Being our sharpshooter, not being able to see would be useless to The District. Glaucoma, he said. He was young for it, but it happened. There were laser treatments and surgery. It wouldn’t stop it, but it could slow it down. However, he’d been hiding it for too long, and now it was severe.

Then Khai left with him to take care of him as he got treatment or lost his vision. Apparently, they’d been in a secret relationship for over a year at the time. Khai had also been a big part of my life, honing my skills with the knife, bow, and sword.

Our family was smaller now.

Malik was still trying to hunt down a sharpshooter with no luck, especially one of the queer variety. That was the purpose behind creating The District in the first place.

It took me a while to adapt to the big changes, not liking losing family members. It wasn’t that I could love or feel for them, but I preferred consistency.

The District just felt… incomplete without Maverick and Khai.

But everyone else remained the same, just the way I liked it. Sid and Dalton were still married and working to hunt down the criminals, whether they were missed by law enforcement or someone wanted revenge.

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