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  I lie back and stare at the ceiling, the grin still on my face as I drift off to sleep with dreams of the beautiful, bashful woman beside me.

  11

  Laura

  I stretch out, my whole body feeling relaxed. I can’t remember the last time I slept this well. I didn’t wake up with my usual aches and pains from the futon. I reach for a pillow and pull it into me. A wonderful smell fills my nose.

  I’m not at home.

  “Crap.” I open one eye and look up at the white canopy. I pinch myself to make sure this isn’t some crazy dream. The pain confirms all of this is real. I’ve been kidnapped, had my first kiss, and gained an exotic cat as a pet all in the span of a day. Not to mention I slept next to the sexiest man to walk this earth. How is this not a dream?

  I yawn and sit up. My pillow wall didn't fare so well. Not that it matters now. Vincent isn't in the bed. I huff and fall back down on the comfy mattress. Why am I annoyed that he’s not in this bed? I should be thankful after last night. I grab the blanket and groan, then pull it over my head once again.

  My nipples start to tighten as I remember every move he made. The throb between my thighs comes right back with a vengeance. I take a few deep breaths trying to relax, but it doesn't help.

  With every inhale, I only breathe his scent in more. He asked me if I was wet. I bite my bottom lip, remembering how his deep voice had sounded. How could he have possibly known that?

  Wet doesn’t even describe what I was last night. I’d been drenched. The silk panties had stuck to the lips of my sex. I’d felt mortified that I was turned on to begin with. The moment that he moaned my name while touching himself, my body went into some crazy overdrive of horniness.

  I don’t think that was normal. I mean, I know you get wet, but that was something else altogether. I groan again just thinking about the way Xavier moaned my name. I can’t stop thinking about it. My hand drifts down my stomach and pulls up the sleep dress. The throb between my legs is begging for relief.

  “No!” I pop up from the bed. That’s not happening. I glance at the bedroom door. It would be my luck that I’d get busted, and I would never hear the end of it. I stand on the side of the bed and get myself together. I should go explore some more while Xavier isn’t here. Logic. Not lust.

  I make my way into the beautiful bathroom. My eyes immediately flick toward the shower, which causes me to remember how Xavier looked last night stroking himself. I’d been mesmerized and turned on beyond belief watching him. But nothing had prepared me for how my own body would react. How each one of his muscles had tensed before he came.

  I need to stop thinking about this. I don’t care that it’s the hottest thing that ever happened to me. Not that I would ever let him know that. Actually, after his question I think he already does know.

  I force myself to tear my eyes away from the shower. Then I find myself roaming the house. Up and down the hallways I go. Opening door after door with no luck.

  “Can I help you find something?”

  I let out a small scream and turn around. Della is standing there smiling at me. I’m pretty sure she’s trying not to laugh.

  “I’m not looking for anyone,” I rush to say.

  “Mmm-hmm.” Her eyebrows lift high.

  “What? All I’m doing is looking around.” I shrug, trying to play it off. I was so searching for Xavier. Why? That’s one of many questions I keep asking myself. I mean, who seeks out their kidnapper?

  “Okay, then.” She starts to turn to leave.

  “Wait!”

  Slowly, she turns back around to face me. This time she doesn't hide her smirk.

  “Have you seen Xavier around?” I try to ask casually. I lift my hand and look at my nails.

  “He had things to handle this morning. I’m sure he’ll be back this afternoon.”

  “Oh.” My stomach drops.

  “Are you okay, Laura?”

  “Yes, I’m fine, great really. I can have some peace finally.”

  I turn and trudge back toward the master. Shit. Something dawns on me. I run up the stairs and back to the bedroom then shut the door behind me. Am I starting to get obsessive when it comes to him? I bite my thumb, a nervous habit I broke a long time ago. That’s silly. I hate Xavier. There’s no way I would obsess over him. I’m confused because I’m so turned on. That has to be it.

  I’ll take a bath since I have this place to myself. And that gorgeous tub to soak in. I’ll give myself a nice little spa day. Not giving another thought about what Xavier is out doing or why he left me here all alone.

  Why kidnap me if you didn’t plan on spending any time with me? Seems as though it’s a waste. I huff and stomp into the bathroom to turn on the tub. This is going to take a minute to fill up. I grab some things out of the drawers that caught my eye yesterday, setting them next to the tub.

  “What? We don’t care,” I tell myself in the mirror. I can see my hard nipples through the silky dress. My hair is still wild from sleep. Is this what someone looks like after a night of sex? I graze my thumb across my nipple. My breath hitches. This is why I’m acting like a crazy person. I’m so turned on I can’t think rationally. Maybe if I give myself some relief, I’ll be able to think straight.

  I turn off the tub before walking out of the bathroom. I poke my head out the door and glance both ways. Coast is clear. I shut the door and run to the bed. I reach under the dress and pull my panties off before I climb up. I glance back to the door again and slip my hand down my body. I part my legs more.

  When my fingers graze across my clit, I whimper. My whole body jerks. I suck in a breath, not prepared for that. It’s never been this way before.

  It’s him. He’s done this to me.

  My clit throbs more. I’m growing as wet as I was yesterday. My eyes fall closed as I begin stroking myself. I think about Xavier in the shower. The sounds he’d made before he came with my name on his lips. I let out a small moan, my own orgasm fast approaching.

  “Xavier.” I breathe his name, my body starting to tighten. A hand wraps around my wrist. My eyes fly open to look up at Xavier.

  He looks mad.

  “Oh holy shit.” I swallow.

  “Were you looking for me?”

  12

  Xavier

  After last night, I promised myself I’d leave her alone. I’d let her come to me. I’d sit back and let her realize I’m the only man for her.

  But then I found her in my bed, her legs spread, her fingers on her clit, and a moan on her lips.

  There will be no waiting. Not anymore.

  I climb onto the bed and lower myself between her legs.

  She tries to scoot back, but I grip her hips and keep her in place.

  “Xavier, I was just—”

  “I know what you were doing, precious.” I stare at her wet cunt, her pink hole, the swollen lips. She’s desperate to come. “But I can do it for you.” I press my mouth to her sweet flesh and lick.

  She keens and arches, her nipples pressing through the fabric of her night dress.

  I want to see them, to see all of her. With a yank, I shove her dress up and get a look at her pink nipples. Reaching up, I palm her tits and squeeze as I suck the juices from her pussy.

  She writhes as I pinch her nipples and twist them between my thumb and forefinger. “Xavier!” She gasps when I swipe my tongue lower and press inside her.

  My cock aches at the tightness I find, the heat. She’s so wet and wanting, I could slide right into her, fill her cunt with every inch.

  “So fucking good.” I groan against her pussy and pull my hands back, then slide them under her ass. Lifting, I feast on her, licking and sucking, squeezing her round ass as I dine and sample.

  She runs her fingers through my hair and tangles them there, yanking on the strands as I eat her cunt like the perfect peach it is.

  “I need to feel you, precious.” I move one hand forward and ease a finger inside her.

  “Oh my God,” she moans.


  “So tight for me.” I flick her clit with my tongue. “Have you saved this pretty little cunt all for me?”

  She looks down, her eyes locking with mine. “Please, don’t stop.”

  “Tell me, precious one, is this all mine?” I add another finger, stretching her as I continue laving her clit.

  Her thighs start to shake. “Yes,” she breathes.

  “My sweet cherry.” I open my mouth wider and press it to her, using the broadside of my tongue to stroke her relentlessly.

  Her hips work against me, getting more friction as I pulse my fingers inside her. She’s imagining it’s my cock, and so am I. My own hips are thrusting against the bed, keeping pace with the way her body is moving under my touch.

  When I curl my fingers and stroke her clit even faster, her back arches and her hips seize. Then the hottest sound I’ve ever heard echoes around the room, her moan bouncing back at me with my name in a breathy chant. She unwinds, her coil springing free as she comes. I can feel her cunt squeezing my fingers, and my cock kicks at the thought of it. But I focus on her, every last bit of her pleasure. I swallow it down, licking and sucking until she finally relaxes into the bed and takes a deep, shuddering breath.

  I kiss her softly several times, silently thanking her for giving me such a lovely morning gift.

  When I stand, her eyes stray to my pants.

  “Do you want it, precious?” I ask and run the heel of my palm along my cock.

  She licks her lips. “I, um …” But then she pulls her dress down, hiding her tits and the perfect pink between her thighs. “I should get dressed.”

  I crawl on top of her, and she scoots back until the top of her head is pressed against the headboard. “I won’t take anything you don’t offer, precious. But if I ever find you pleasuring yourself like that again, I’ll spank you before I let you come. This is my house, and your pleasure is mine to give. Do you understand?” Even now I feel the wet warmth of her cunt soaking through my pants. Fuck, I want her so badly I can’t think straight.

  She nods, and her gaze darts to my lips.

  “You taste so sweet, precious.” I lean closer. “Have you ever sampled yourself?”

  She shakes her head, her hands clutching my shoulders.

  “You should.” I press my lips to hers, softly despite the raging need I feel like fire in my veins. Then I stroke my tongue along her lips until she opens for me. Sharing her taste, I delve inside her mouth and reach down to cup one of her tits.

  I knead it as I suck her tongue, then pinch her nipple, making her gasp. If I stay on top of her, I won’t be able to stop myself. So, though it hurts me like a knee to the gut, I pull back and stand.

  “Meet me in the kitchen. I’ll make you breakfast.”

  Her eyes are dazed, her legs still slightly apart, and her hard nipples begging for my mouth.

  “Get dressed or I’ll have to bend you over the bed, precious.” My tone turns gruff, even though I don’t intend it that way. Then again, I did just threaten her.

  Get your shit together, Xavier. “I didn’t mean … never mind.” I run a hand through my hair. “I’ll see you in the kitchen.” With that, I turn and hurry from the room, but not before I catch the mischievous glint in her eye and the smirk on her lips.

  13

  Laura

  “So? What do you think?” I ask Sue.

  She lets out a yawn and lays her head back down.

  “That was a little bit rude.”

  She continues to lie there, not looking one bit sorry. I glance down at the little black dress I put on. I’ve paired it with heels that are so beautiful they almost brought tears to my eyes.

  Xavier made sure I had a variety to choose from, which made it almost impossible for me to settle on a pair. Yet, every time I’d walk into the closet, these particular ones would catch my eye. How many times had I stared longingly at them through the window of the boutique store of the casino? Now that I think about it, there are a few things in this closet that look familiar. Things that I might have wanted but never dreamed I’d have. Could Xavier have known I wanted them? I shake that crazy thought from my head and continue staring at my pretties.

  They are works of art covered in jewels with red bottoms. I never thought I’d have the luxury of wearing a pair. I never allowed myself to try them on. I knew I’d fall in love as soon as I slipped them on my feet, only to be disappointed when I couldn’t have them. And I was right. I’ve fallen in love. They are so fancy it makes me wonder what the heck they’re even doing here. It’s not as though we’re going out for a night on the town. Why would I need all these fancy things?

  Still, I found myself putting them on with the little black dress. I’ve never owned one of those either. I’ve heard other girls talk about the little black dress you’re supposed to keep in your closet. I walk over to the mirror. The black is slimming, but more importantly, it goes with anything.

  Here I am, all done up with no place to go. I don’t think I’ve ever looked this good in my life. Between getting as much sleep as I wanted and having the finest beauty products filling my bathroom drawers, my skin and I have never been this healthy. I’m glowing from head to toe. I mean, it could also have something to do with the earth-shattering orgasm Xavier gave me days ago, but I’m not willing to admit that out loud yet.

  “I’m not taking it off,” I tell Sue just so we’re clear.

  She opens one eye to look at me but closes it again to return to her nap. I guess I’m just going to look killer for dinner. Xavier will do his normal and ignore me. As if I care. “I don’t care. You don’t always have to take his side.” Sue blinks sleepily.

  So what if she doesn’t understand me? If I didn't talk to the cat, I wouldn't have anyone to talk to here.

  I’m full of crap. I do care. I care way too much, in fact. Because of that, I’ve been trying to stay away from him too, because I know what’s happening. Morning, noon, and night I’m thinking of Xavier and how he was that day in bed. When he put his mouth between my thighs. I whimper and press my legs together. Since then, he’s stayed away from me. He doesn’t even complain about my pillow wall anymore.

  It makes my head hurt trying to understand him. Hell, he makes my vagina hurt, too. Now that she’s had a small taste of him, she wants more, and he’s suddenly playing hard to get. Not that I want him or anything. Because that would be ridiculous. I mean, he kidnapped me, for heaven’s sake!

  I should go take a peek at what he's doing right now. One should always know where the enemy is. Not because I miss him or anything. I don’t. It’s not even him that I think I’m starting to get a little obsessed with him. It’s the orgasm. Which is his fault. A week ago, I thought an orgasm was this flare of pleasure that quickly faded. That was not at all what he did to my body. Not even close.

  I walk out of the bedroom, impressed with my ability to walk in these heels. Star always made it look easy. I sway my hips like she would and wonder if that somehow helps. It does make me feel sexy. It was always so interesting to watch men practically fall at her feet. I never understood it. Then I think what would it be like if Xavier fell at my feet?

  Powerful.

  That will never happen. He doesn’t have to fall to his knees for anyone. No, everyone else falls to them for him. The rest of us just have to do whatever he commands. Then when he gets bored with you, he’ll be on to the next thing like you’re not even in the room. Not that I care that he doesn't seem to notice me anymore; it's more not understanding why I have to remain here if he’s through.

  When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I pause when I see two other men in suits. I take a step off the stairs, the click of my heels drawing their attention. Both their eyes travel down my body and back up.

  “Hello, gentleman. Don’t mind me. I’m just being all kidnapped and held against my will.” I wave my hand dismissively. The taller one lifts his brows, looking like he is trying not to laugh. The other has his eyes on my legs, and he licks his lips. I really can’t b
lame him. For once, I too, think my legs look killer. I’m never going to question why women wear heels again. “Unless.”

  I take a few steps closer to the men. The tall one steps back like he’s scared of me. Interesting. The other has moved on to my boobs. Again, can’t blame him. Today I’ve learned the power of a pushup bra.

  “You’ve come to save me?”

  “I’d actually like it if you didn't talk to us,” the tall one mutters under his breath. The other moves closer, caught in the little-black-dress spell.

  “Its women like you that crumble empires.” He reaches out to grab a lock of my hair, then freezes when a loud growl comes from behind me. I turn my head to see Sue standing ten feet away, her fangs on full display.

  “Shit!” The man lunges for me and wraps his arm around my waist, then yanks me forward and pushes me behind him.

  I stumble in my heels and fall straight into the taller man right before all hell breaks loose.

  14

  Xavier

  Cain is touching my Laura, pulling her against him as Sue hisses and hunches down, preparing to pounce.

  “Stop!” I bellow and take Laura into my arms.

  Sue hisses again, her ears back as she looks not at Cain, but at Henley.

  “It was all an accident,” Laura protests.

  I look down at her, at the way her lips are in a pout, then lower at the swells of her breasts as they peek over the neckline of the black dress she’s wearing. And then I move even farther down to the miles of smooth legs that end in the sexiest fucking heels I’ve ever seen in my life.