Page 100 of Mutual Obsession

I lift and turn her until she’s sitting on the marble surface, pressing a quick kiss to the side of her mouth as she’s panting.

“That was fucking hot,”Jake says through the phone, making both of us laugh.

“Thank you, Jake, for giving me permission,” Indie replies, her cheeks flushed as she gives me a small smile.

“Are you kidding, Baby? That was the hottest fucking thing ever. And now I can’t wait because you owe me a debt, and it’s going to be so much fun when I decide to collect.”There’s a hint of a dark promise in his voice, and Indie shivers when she hears it.

“You should get back to work,” I tell Jake, and I don’t need to see him to know he’s rolling his eyes at my bossy tone.

“Yes, Sir,”he says sarcastically.

I growl, “Use that tone with me again and your arse will be even redder than Indie’s is right now.”

Both Jake and Indie let out low moans, and I can’t help but smirk.“Sorry,”Jake mutters, making my smirk grow.

“Apology accepted.”

Jake laughs.“I’m going back to work now. The sooner I finish this meeting, the sooner I can get home and join you two.”

“We can’t wait,” Indie tells him, a big smile on her face as we all say our goodbyes before she hangs up.

As I help her off the counter, she wipes up some of the cum dribbling down her legs with her fingers, licking them as she meets my gaze. My stomach flips as I wonder how the hell I got this fucking lucky.

“Can I have my thong back now?” she asks, holding her hand out.

I shake my head, my devilish smirk growing. “No, I want to know my cum is dripping down your legs for the rest of the day.”

Before she can argue, I press a kiss to her lips and help her straighten her dress. “I love knowing you’re mine, and that I’ve marked you in the best fucking way.”

For the past three days, I’ve barely been able to stop thinking about the phone call with Miles and Indie while they were fucking…and the promises she made us.

My brain is full after imagining all the possibilities, and I’m starting to worry that nothing will live up to the porn-inspired show I put on regularly in my head.

I’m not going to lie, as soon as I could get out of the meeting with my dad, I rushed home, hoping to claim my prize. But after a long day of fucking, Indie had already fallen asleep.

Of course, I wanted to wake her, but Miles threatened me. He gave me a mind-blowing blowjob as an apology though, so I can’t complain too much.

Each day since, I hoped it would be the day we could all be together, but life just keeps getting in the way. My work seems to be crazy busy at the moment, which means Marcus is too, and Miles has to be with him.

A girl called in sick at Caged, and Indie has been working overtime to cover her shifts, despite my repeated reassurances she doesn’t even really need to work.

Unfortunately, that suggestion just pissed Indie off more, and she gave me a very long lecture about how she wants to maintain her independence, and she never wants anyone to think she’s only with me because of my money, or my family’s influence.

When she had finished that twenty-minute long lecture, it hardly seemed like the right time to ask if I could fuck her arse. Miles seemed to know I was considering it, as he gave me a deadly glare that forced me into silence. Hence why my blue balls are about ready to fall off entirely.

As I left for work this morning, I was actually grateful to be heading to our torture warehouse, just so I’m able to burn off a little of the tension that’s setting my body on fire.

I storm into the room and see the man, whose name I don’t even know, strapped to the chair in the centre, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I turn to Luca, my newly appointed second in command, waiting for his report.

Luca is a few years older than me, and he’s the person I chose as my Second, as I was sure he’d be loyal to me and not my dad. He’s far more ruthless than I am, with incredibly questionable morals, which makes him the right balance to our partnership.

His curly brown hair and baby face almost make him appear cute, but as the saying goes, looks can be deceiving. In an attempt to move away from the angelic appearance he’s been naturally blessed with, Luca has covered his body in tattoos, and has piercings in more places than I can count. The one through the brow above his right eye, and the one to the left side of his lower lip are the most visible.

He stares at me with his bright silver eyes, running his hands over his black ripped jeans as he gives me a smile that’s bordering on psychotic. The blood splatter across his grey T-shirt and the floor explains the cracked knuckles on his right hand.

I glance over at the man strapped to the chair, taking him in properly this time. With his head drooped the way it is, I missed the black and blue colour to his face, and the cut above his eye, that’s still dripping down his cheek.

The man in the chair is only twenty-years-old, so calling him a boy would be more accurate. For just a moment, regret that we find ourselves in this position surges through me.

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