Page 36 of Arran's Obsession

Another piece of information I refused to believe.

With obvious difficulty, he tore his focus away. Produced his phone from his pocket and tossed it to the mattress. “I’ll get your possessions retrieved and delivered here. In the meantime, call your family. Just be aware that all communications aremonitored, so I’ll know if you attempt to give up your location or sell me out.”

More slowly, I covered myself, the weirdest urge in me to do the opposite and throw back the sheet. “I can wait.”

There was so much left to say, and so many questions I had, but everything faded behind the rising wall of lust. Every part of me was infected by it, the very air in the room heavy with need. I didn’t know where it was coming from, but it was getting harder to ignore. Maybe he had drugged me after all.

“How do we handle the once-a-day thing?” I found myself saying. “Please don’t tell me we have to film it as proof for your sick audience.”

The gang leader rolled his bulky shoulders, his muscles flexing under his tight black t-shirt. “No. It’ll be taken at our word, but once we go back, anyone who’s interested will be able to look at us and know. Considering the idea of sex is so repulsive, we can resort to what I did in the club last night.”

He’d entered me but that was all. No completion.

The strangest sense of disappointment sank through me. I wanted him to knock me onto my back, force my legs open, and fill the gap with his big body. Line up, fuck into me, make me scream. I wanted his face between my thighs. His mouth on mine after so I could taste us. It was a fast and shocking fantasy I’d never confess. I wasn’t his to claim.

“What if we don’t?” I asked.

Arran’s gaze burned into me. “I break my word to my club and to all those who trust me. I’d lose my reputation. An unacceptable price. To safeguard that, I’m prepared to barter for your willingness.”

He could lie about it, but my brain got stuck on a word. Barter? Like I was a sex worker to be managed.

A flash of anger consumed me again, riding the wave of my lust. I should challenge him more but Iwantedthis. With nosense in my head, I threw back the sheet and bared myself to him. “The first one’s on me. Do what you need to do.”

Arran stilled. A snake about to strike. Then he stood, and my gaze sank to where his dick tented his grey sweatpants. Either he’d been hard this whole time or he held the record for the world’s fastest erection.

But oh God, the need in his eyes drove mine all the higher.

He closed in. I expected him to kneel on the bed, but something battled in his expression, and the gangster encircled my wrist with his hand and pulled me to my feet. Turning me, he shoved me against the wall so I had to press my face to the cool plaster. A rush of material and he was right there, his dick spreading my wet heat without warning but not going inside. My eyes closed by themselves, my nipples hardening, and my toes pressing up automatically as if to get into a better position for him.

Holding my hip, Arran crowded me from behind, his body hot and so much bigger than mine, and his other arm coming around to clamp me to him.

With one jerk of his hips, he filled me.

I cried out, instant ecstasy claiming my senses. My world shrank to the intrusion. Never had sex felt like this. The very first thrust having me almost on the edge of an orgasm.

I shuddered. There was nothing I wanted more than for him to finish what he’d started. What I’d started. Whatever. I needed him to make me feel good after a weekend of everything being messed up.

Around his rigid shaft, I throbbed, earning an answering pulse that thickened him all the more. Arran ducked his mouth to my neck. He kissed my skin. An open-mouthed, hot suck of my flesh. Then he stopped. Breathed. A predator over my shoulder.

“What do you want from me?” he asked.

I couldn’t answer. Words were too hard to form.

The base of his dick stretched me so well.

“Why did you target me? Who paid you, or were you threatened into doing it?”

“None of that,” I finally breathed.

He set both hands flat to the wall either side of my head, took another heavy breath, and abruptly pushed away, withdrawing with a grunt that sounded like pain.

Bereft, I peered around, tracking his exit from the room. He yanked the inner doors closed behind him.

Then I staggered back to bed, put my hand to the place we’d been joined, and sank two fingers inside me, unwilling to give up the feeling of everything he’d done, and refused, to my body.

Chapter 13

Genevieve