Arran’s Obsession (Body Count, #1)

The end of the mandatory week of being tied to Genevieve was nearing, and tomorrow night, Friday, we’d return together to the city.

I had a task before we left. I needed to present myself to the woman I should’ve visited as soon as we’d gotten here.

The woman I’d vowed myself to and broken faith with.

It was for her that I’d promised never to touch anyone else. It was because of her that vow had been easy to keep.

I’d beg her forgiveness, but I wouldn’t get it.

Running calmly beside me, Genevieve was ignorant of how she’d shattered my personal rules.

Every night, when I touched her, it fucking hurt. I was mindless for wanting her. Urgency dominating more and more. Back at the warehouse, it would be easier, and there would be distractions. Right now, I was going out of my mind with need, not just to fuck her, but to own her.

To brand her, to make her scream my name.

Her footsteps on the gravel track slowed, woodland surrounding us. “Arran? I need to ask you something.”

“What?” I snapped.

My temper was ever frayed for her.

“Actually, it’s less of a question and more of an offer.”

“Spit it out.”

We both stopped, about a quarter of the journey left to run back to the mansion. I waited, not all that patiently.

“Those phone calls we made the other night, making good the problems caused by me being in the game. I explained myself to the man in the first call then apologised to Natasha in the second one.”

Planting my hands on my hips, I dug my fingers into my flesh. “Still not hearing a point.”

I was trying to bait her, but her expression remained serious.

She considered me. “I never apologised to you. At first because I didn’t accept the fault. I do, now. I can see the problems I caused. I don’t like feeling this way. Which brings me to the offer.”

For no clear reason, I held my breath.

“Free use,” she uttered.

A storm of need built inside me. “Be more specific.”

“You told me you were a virgin. I didn’t believe you, because what man in your position with that damn face and a working dick wouldn’t be screwing around?”

“I wasn’t lying,” I said. “I made a promise a long time ago.”

“I know. I realised it must be something like that. I also realise that when you’re inside me, you want more. You’re fulfilling the rules of your game but holding back from anything further, probably because it complicates things between us. So I offer you my body. Free use to do whatever you want to me. You don’t have to ask, or explain, and I won’t say a word during. I’m yours to do with as you choose. It means nothing more than one time.”

Pink-cheeked, she brushed her hands over her breasts, cupping them then going lower to her belly, a finger twisting in her waistband.

Desire held me in its grip. Genevieve suffered the same. It poured off her. The bond between us heightened every sense. I needed to touch her, taste her, to have her under me. To enter and to own.

I prowled a step closer. “What makes you think I want you?”

Her lower lip trembled, but she raised her chin in defiance. “I made you break your promise. I’m offering you the chance to break me in return. Whether you want me or not, it evens us out.”

The last thread of control broke in my brain. I had the chance to dominate her without consequence.

There was no choice but to take the offer.

Reaching for my back pocket, I pulled free the skeleton mask bandanna I always carried and tugged it over my face. “Get on your knees.”

Genevieve sank to the path without hesitation, kneeling in the gravel. “You don’t need the mask.”

She couldn’t see my expression. I wouldn’t allow it.

“No kissing besides my dick. Wrap your lips around me and stop talking.”

She obeyed, freeing my dick from my running shorts, her touch making me throb for her. Lowering her head, she flattened her tongue and licked the pre-cum from the tip, a soft moan following. Dark need rose in me along with a rush from being touched. A fucking thrill. Genevieve slid her tongue down my length then came back up, enclosing the end of my dick with a light suck.

I pressed my lips together, unwilling to make a single sound. But my nostrils flared under the mask. My chest rose and fell hard.

This was why she couldn’t see me. I couldn’t hide the want.

Or the guilt. I shouldn’t do this. I had absolutely no choice anymore.

She fisted the base of me and took more of me in her mouth, stretching her lips around my girth, the heat of her driving me insane as she worked out how to blow me. My thick inches disappeared. I dug my fingers into her pretty hair, as much for fucking balance as the need to control her.

It felt too good.

I wanted to tell her but kept my damn thoughts to myself.

This wasn’t the first time I’d had my dick sucked, but I’d resisted getting a repeat for years. All until she’d come along and destroyed my control.

To dislodge the sharp rise of emotion, I jacked my hips to fill her mouth, the head of my dick bumping into the back of her throat. Genevieve choked but didn’t stop, another moan springing forth.

Her free hand came to my hip, but I batted it away, so she took it down her body. Palmed herself between her legs, over her shorts. All the while, hollowing her cheeks to take me deeper into her mouth.

She needed to come, too? Desire surged.

“Hands behind your back,” I ordered.

She wasn’t supposed to enjoy this. If she’d genuinely offered herself as recompense then it wasn’t meant to be pleasurable to her. It defeated the purpose.

No matter what my deepest thoughts demanded, or how much of a thrill I got at the thought of her getting off.

Linking both hands at her spine, she sucked me, accepting my strokes in and out of her luscious mouth. I dug my fingers into her hair and tugged on the roots, working myself in a series of thrusts, pushing forward until I stood over her and tipping her off balance. Her eyes flew open but she moaned in pleasure. She was at my mercy, my hold on her head the only thing keeping her upright.

The position sent a fresh wave through me that was a mix of pleasure and success. She was at my command, only able to take my dick.

My balls tightened.

I hadn’t come in forever. Every fucking night, when I did duty to my rules, I observed my vow. Breaking it while heeding it as best I could. Every moment, my body demanded I fuck her hard until I came deep inside her cunt.

Over and over, filling her.

At last, I could. This was only the start. I’d come all over her before the night was out. That last thought triggered a tsunami of lust. I was more animal than man, using her like she’d used me.

Inside my body, heat snaked from the base of my spine to my balls. I forced myself in deeper, her throat narrowing. She gave up another goddamned hot moan.

Abruptly, I withdrew from her lips and gripped my dick.

“Open your mouth for me, tongue flat,” I ordered.

Panting in oxygen, she obeyed, still keeping her hands behind her. The blue of her eyes shone bright with desire.

Fuck, that did it. Pulled the trigger. Brought the flood. I came with a stunning smack of power, the effect devastating. Ropes of my cum landed on Genevieve’s tongue. She accepted every drop. Held still to keep it exactly there in a pool in her mouth.

Fucking hell. Broken, I dropped to my knees.

Then I tipped back her chin, swiping up a stray droplet that tried to escape. “Swallow. Take me inside you for good.”

Every drop disappeared down her throat.

Satisfaction rebounded, but I was far, far from satiated. This had been a fucking spectacular start, but the guilt only got stronger. Along with memories I couldn’t contain.