Page 6 of Twisted Obsession
I approached the bar, ordering a drink while keeping a discreet eye on Ginger’s cage. The gleaming metal structure was descending slowly to the floor, signaling the end of her performance and the start of her break. The timing was perfect—just enough to release some tension.
Ginger strutted toward me, her hips confidently swaying, her red lips curving into an inviting smile. The yellow of her canary costume flattered her complexion, the vibrant hue accentuating her graceful movements. The outfit was daring, revealing just enough to send any man’s imagination into overdrive.
“Hey, Tri. Are you here for work or pleasure?” she purred, her voice dripping with sultry allure as she lingered on the word “pleasure.”
Swallowing the last of my drink, I grasped Ginger’s hand with a firm, yet indifferent grip, guiding her purposefully toward my office. “Come on,kanareyka,” I urged, using the affectionate nickname that meant “little canary,” my tone brisk. “I don’t have much time.”
She tottered on her six-inch platform heels, as precarious as a newborn foal, when I pushed her through the heavy mahogany door of my office and backed her up against my desk. The solid, unyielding wood pressed into her thighs as I held her captive. Ginger’s eyes met mine, and they were a symphonyof desire, affection, love, and compassion—a gaze that held everything I had tried to escape.
When her lips sought mine, I quickly grabbed her hips, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh as I twisted her body and pressed her hand firmly against her back. Her breasts heaved against the cool, unforgiving surface of my desk, the scent of her perfume filling the air.
What I needed from her required no intimate connection, no tender caresses or whispered endearments. I urgently unbuckled my belt, the metal clanking loudly in the otherwise silent room, and lowered my pants, freeing my cock and nudging it between her rounded ass cheeks. Moving the thin, lacy strap of her thong to the side, I swiped my cock between her slick folds, gathering her wetness before plunging, without a moment’s hesitation, into her welcoming entrance.
“Tri,” she moaned, her voice a husky whisper of surrender. “Oh, yes.”
Ginger always liked it hard and rough, craved the primal dance of raw, unrestrained passion. And that was exactly what she would get. “You like that,shlyukha, slut.” I growled, my voice a low rumble in my chest. “My littlekanareyka.”
“Yes, please, more,” she begged, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
“Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” I murmured, my voice laced with dark amusement.
Reaching around, I slid my middle finger over her clit, working it in slow, deliberate circles. Her hips pushed back against me, her body trembling as she neared the edge. But I still hadn’t had my fill. Using the hand that gripped her hip, Iplaced my finger over her puckered hole and slid it in to the first knuckle. She was so damn tight, her body clenching around me like a vise. With my finger deep inside her ass, her walls squeezed me mercilessly, giving me exactly what I needed. I closed my eyes, and Larissa’s face entered my mind. She was the enemy, the woman I wanted to hurt, to punish, to make pay for her sins.
“Tri, stop,” Ginger’s voice cut through the haze, a desperate plea that shattered the illusion.
My fingers delved into her locks, gripping tightly as I tugged her head back, my hips driving harder and deeper into her. My cock and my finger, buried in her ass, moved in a synchronized rhythm, desperate to exorcise every last thought of this woman who had tormented my dreams for three long years.
“Tri!” she cried out, her hands reaching back to grasp mine, fingers entwining in her own hair, pulling and clutching. Her body was hot and slick beneath me.
“Fuck!” I growled as my release surged through me, a storm unleashed. I withdrew from Ginger’s heat and spilled my cum in a white ribbon across her back, painting her skin with an uncontrollable vengeance.
“What the fuck, Tri?” she spat, pushing herself up from the desk and turning to face me, her eyes ablaze. Her chest heaved with each ragged breath, her skin flushed and glistening.
I scrubbed my face with my hands, turning away from her as I strode to the bathroom. I ran a washcloth under the tap, the cool water a stark contrast to the heat of my skin. I needed to clean up the mess I’d made, to wash away the evidence of my lossof control. I’d never been this angered, this out of control, with a woman before. I needed to find Larissa Zhukov.
Chapter Three
Lara
“Sara, table one needs more water,” Gabe yelled over the servers’ station.
Even though I wouldn’t have gotten this job without his help, he was the biggest pain in my ass. “Got it covered.”
Filling the glass pitcher with filtered water, I headed over to table one to refill their glasses. When I reached the table, two older couples smiled up at me as I gave them refills.
“Can I get you anything else?” I asked with a smile.
“Just our dinner,” the heavier of the two men replied.
“Let me check on it for you.” I nodded my head and turned on my heels to see where their dinner order was.
Liegi’s was one of Boston’s Michelin Guide top-rated restaurants, and securing a reservation was nearlyimpossible without booking three months in advance. It was understandable that there would be a delay in getting dinner orders out, but that had never been a problem. But every once in a while, there was that one customer that no matter how much I tried to please them, it was never enough.
As I headed back to the kitchen to check on table one’s order, Evie’s voice sounded behind me. “Hey girlfriend, are you still up for tonight?”
“I’m more than ready,” I replied. “As long as you fix my hair, I’ll be good to go.”
“You know I will. We are going to have so much fun.”
