Page 2 of Twisted Obsession

“Now, you two run along,” I urged, not hiding the fact that I wanted them gone.

They’d mentioned going biking across the country, but who knew what kind of trouble those two would stir up. Trouble found my cousin no matter where he went. And Megan’s little ass was a magnet for all sorts of deadly encounters. I’d handed them the keys to my spare apartment when they’d expressed an interest in staying in California for a while, so they had no reason to return to my door anytime soon.

Aaron’s brow pinched into a tight knot as soon as his gaze left Regina and found mine. However, when the object of his affection, Megan, took his hand and tugged him across the threshold of the door, he didn’t protest.

My back fell against the door after I shoved it closed, almost catching Aaron’s heel as he stepped out.

“Finally,” I muttered under my breath as my gaze traveled up the expanse of Regina’s succulent jean-clad body, outlining her figure.

“You’re such a sweet lady, Doc. I almost hate what I plan to do to you.”

My smile deepened when she dropped onto the couch with an exhausted sigh at my candid words.

Regina

Lord, give me strength.

I’d put on a strong front in front of August and Megan because I wasn’t selfish enough to interrupt newlyweds. However, giving them privacy meant that I would be alone with the man that caused my heart to dance a jig in my chest.

Ansel should have come with warning labels. ‘Panty-wetting swagger’, ‘body type: devastation’, and ‘eyes containing hypnotic properties’ were just a few. He had the ability to get me all hot and bothered with just a look. And that smile got me every time. He was the only man I knew that could cover a devious smile with charm.

He wasn’t pale—he was lightly tanned by the loving kiss of the Californian sun. Those gorgeous hazel eyes weren’t just plain green—at a closer view, flecks of brown and yellow shone through, a landscape of colors to get lost in. Everything from his low-cut dark hair to the low scruff on his face drew me in. His tall frame exuded strength and confidence, a feast for the eyes and the perfect subject for the imagination.

As arresting as he was, the main reason for my being with Ansel surfaced, and I remained grateful that he was willing to protect me. The Knox men and friends had set me free from a family that viewed me as nothing more than a medical vending machine. DG6 only kept me around to use my medical skills when it suited the family.

Having witnessed the aftermath of the devastating amount of havoc and death the Knox men and friends had the power to cause, I was certainly safe with Ansel. He and his cousin, August were two of the most formidable men I’d met. Aside from my family, they were the most dangerous men I knew. Therefore, I took Ansel’s vow of protection seriously.

Ansel was smart, but it was a part of himself that he downplayed. Hundreds of books lined his study, and it impressed me that nearly every one of them had been read, highlighted, and written in. I didn’t know if he had a degree, but he’d had a serious amount of self-education.

What I found most intriguing was the number of psychology books he’d studied. There was more to Ansel Knox than met the eye, and I was curious to know him even as his presence caused my mind to splinter. From one day to the next, I didn’t know whether to hide from the man or run to him.

He overflowed with confidence and projected an outgoing, upbeat personality without even trying. With no filter and a quick wit, you never knew what would come from his mouth. His beautiful eyes beamed with a mixture of seduction and fun. His body could make the most disciplined woman fan herself as she openly lusted after him.

I was just ‘boring Regina.’ Although I’d earned the degrees, attended medical school, and worked briefly as a doctor, I wasn’t street smart, and sometimes my common sense was non-existent. Not blessed with a quick wit or a genius mind, I studied my butt off until things clicked.

When someone as complex as Ansel captured my attention, I took mental notes, knowing I’d be driven to study him until I knew everything. During the weeks I’d stayed in his home, I paid attention. And not the I-know-you-see-me-looking kind of attention either. I lurked, peeked, and observed when he wasn’t aware.

My eyes had gotten such a workout on him that I noticed the little things. The left eye twitch when he became irritated, the way the tip of his tongue brushed the corner of his bottom lip when he had naughty thoughts about me, the intensity in his gaze when he ran a plan through his head. He did a good job of hiding it, but I’d gawked at him enough to notice he didn’t like being touched unless he initiated it. There was a story there, and I wanted to know it.

The way he stared at me, with such dominating intensity unnerved me as much as it stirred my desires. Like now, all that stirred between us was pure, unadulterated lust.

The first day we’d met we’d had a brief discussion about my family and background, and it had somehow led to his strategic placement of my hand on the big hard bulge in his pants. The ringing of his phone had disturbed what he’d started. Since that day, he’d dialed down his seduction to concentrate on the mission.

He’d alluded to me becoming his submissive, but fear had me unwilling to broach the subject, let alone agree to such a request. There was no getting around my inadequacies; my sexual resume was lacking.

Admittedly, I was sexually embarrassed. My inabilities would be highlighted with someone like Ansel. After seeing what he called a playroom in the basement of the house, I retreated into my fears and lost all hope. Conversation and a smile were all I had to offer, so I drew away and became content with watching him, picking up bits and pieces as time went on.

However, my current reality was staring at me like I was a rack of baby-back-ribs with a light dusting of barbeque sauce. With his back against his front door and his arms folded across his chest, the smirk on his face hinted at his intent.

Ansel in jeans and tees was sexy, him in a suit was sinful, but no amount of material could hide the definition in his strong arms and the tight pull of his back. His muscled thighs would flex under his clothes and steer my curious gaze in the area it had no business going in.

My hungry eyes ate him up, not obeying my command to look someplace else. I was enamored, and half the time I may as well have been panting.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, my hand skimmed the warm area of my neck. Why was it so quiet and warm all of a sudden? My rapid heartbeat pulsed through my body, my breaths leapt past my lips, loud and telling. If I were wearing pearls, I’d have clutched them so tightly they’d be spilling to the floor.

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