Page 27 of Deadly Obsession
As I brought the lighter to the kindling, I heard Lola call out from behind me. “Oh, that’s a great idea, James. You’regoing to make it so nice and warm in here.” She laughed, slurring her words.
I glanced over a shoulder to see that she’d pulled the blanket higher on her lap. Her legs spread wide beneath the fabric. It was hard to make out what she was doing. At the same time, it was no mystery. She was holding her shorts off to the side, as the fingers of her free hand worked up and down her slit. Her eyes burning into me, drunk as they were.
Any other man would leap at the open invitation to fuck her. Brian would be the first in line. Perhaps he would get lucky tonight after all. Me, on the other hand? All I felt was disgust. Not only because of how pathetic I thought it was, but also because I wanted one woman and one woman only, and she was in the room with us.
I turned back towards the fire and spat into the flames, my repulsion so strong it needed some sort of release. “Right then, I should shower and get out of these clothes,” I said, gritting my teeth as I pushed up and made my way over to where Sera stood at the liquor table.
I had half a mind to call Lola out, but she was drunk. I could continue to ignore her advances just fine. It wasn’t worth causing dissention within the ranks. She’d sober up, and her hangover would be enough of a punishment tomorrow.
“Right, yes. Let’s get you into a nice, hot shower. Girls, we’ll be back in a bit!” Sera said, accepting my arm and picking up one of the candles.
I grabbed a candle of my own before looking to Brian. “Don’t wait up, and don’t let Lola drink anymore,” I commanded softly.
“Got it, mate.”
SEVENTEEN
SERA
As soon as we entered the bedroom, James went to the door that opened up to the small private patio overlooking the cabin’s front entrance. He leaned his head out, allowing the chilled air and rain to blow inside before quickly shutting the door, ensuring the lock was in place and pulling the blackout curtains closed.
“You seem on edge. What is it?” I dared to ask, with a measure of concern in my voice.
He turned back towards me and my stomach tensed at the expression I saw on his face—or perhaps at the lack of emotion. His features were hard. His brows furrowed and his eyes appearing laser focused yet distant at the same time, as if he wasn’t looking at me but through me.
“James?”
With the sound of his name, he seemed to come back from wherever he was just now. “Ah, sorry. Guess I zoned out there for a minute. I’m going to get in the shower,” he said, stepping over to me and kissing my forehead, then taking one of the candles with him before disappearing into the bathroom.
A moment later, I heard the sound of the shower turningon. He hadn’t invitedor commandedme to join him. Something was definitely off. This man had done a damn good job of fucking me every chance he got the entire time we’d been here. The fact he wasn’t bending me over in the shower right now was concerning. He’d said there wasn’t anything outside when he’d checked, but since then, he’d seemed all business. Perhaps he was just tired and cold from being caught in the storm?
I pulled my phone from my pocket and considered sending my parents a text and video for Alexander. Only to unlock my screen and frown, coming to the realization that in addition to having no signal, the Wi-Fi was out.
Of course it was. No power meant no internet.
“First world problems.” I sighed and turned on the airplane mode and battery saver to keep the device alive for as long as possible.
Going to my side of the bed, I plugged my phone in so that when the power did hopefully return, it would be ready to charge. I remembered seeing a few tea candles in the nightstand drawer and decided to be spontaneous. I pulled out a handful and placed them around the room, lighting the wick as I went till the space was delicately illuminated.
A deafening boom of thunder caused the glass patio door to rattle as if someone were trying to force it open. And I jumped, a squeal escaping my lips. Shaking my head at myself, I looked to the bathroom door, at a loss for what to do. That was until my eyes drifted over to the bed. More specifically, to one of the restraints currently dangling from the corner of the bedhead. A smile tugged at my mouth as I moved to the dresser and grabbed the outfit I’d bought specifically for this trip.
I stripped down and then proceeded to put on the black lace teddy, the thigh garters, and the crotchless gusset with thin gold chains lacing the front together just below my breasts and decorating the shoulder strap. James had no idea I’dbought this for him, and I been wondering if I’d even be able to work up the courage to wear it.
Stepping over to the mirror to see my reflection, I was surprised by the woman looking back at me. Her light skin and many elegant tattoos complemented by the black lace lingerie. She looked sexy and powerful, a woman in charge, yet beautiful and fragile at the same time. The image had the heat growing between my thighs.
Fuck, I was turning myself on.
The shower cut off, and I realized I had one chance to do this right. On first instinct, I lifted my arm. Setting my hand against the door while leaning with my other hand on my hip.
No, fuck! That was the book boyfriend lean. Stupid!
Quickly righting myself, I grabbed one of James’s belts hanging on the back of the door, folded it in half, and moved closer to the foot of the bed, where the storage chest was located. Then I braced one foot on top and faced the bathroom, gripping the ends of the belt and resting the length of it on the open palm of my free hand.
The bathroom door opened with all the dramatization of a WWE superstar entrance. Steam rolled out, the candlelight flickering as James exited. His skin glowed warm and orange in the light, a few beads of water glistening on his chest before falling towards the towel wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment to see me as he dried his beard. His glare settling on me in a predatory gaze as soon as he lowered the material from his face. He scanned all the way down to where my core was exposed between my thighs, slowly bringing his hungry eyes back to meet mine.
“Fuck, Harps, you look amazing.” He took a long step forward, his hands outstretched. And right before he was able to make contact, I pressed the folded belt against the center of his chest.
“Down boy…” I heard the hesitation in my own voice but it didn’t seem to matter. He listened anyway, his brows rising in surprise. A smile separated his full lips and he chuckled.
