An Act of Obsession (Acts of Honor Book 3) (24 page)

She grabs onto my shoulders, nails biting into my hard flesh, the sting calling to the primal need I keep buried inside.

Releasing my cock, I pull the strings at the side of her bathing suit bottoms, my lips trailing down her flat stomach as the material falls to the floor. I groan at the sight of her, bare and slick with her juices, my mouth watering as her sweet scent impales my senses. I spread her open for my view, blowing gently on her clit.

A fiery whimper purges past her lips, her body trembling. “Kolan, please,” she begs.

“It’s not nice when someone teases, is it, Soph?”

“Depends,” she responds on a ragged breath. “It was fun to do it to you.”

I glance up at her, watching a sassy smile dance across her lips. It breaks my restraint. Spinning her around, I lay a hard and heavy hand to her ass, the resounding smack echoing throughout the room.

“Oh god.” Her cry of pleasure pierces the air, knees threatening to buckle beneath her. I grab her hips to steady her, watching the pale flesh stain the same color as her lips.

She doesn’t pull away; she pushes back for me.

“Again?” I rasp.

“Yes.”

Giving her what she wants, I lay another slap to the other cheek, her scream rushing through my veins. “I knew you’d love it,” I groan. “I’ll bet I could make you come with only my hand to this pretty ass of yours.”

“God, Kolan,” she moans, her hands braced on my knees.

Twining her long, wavy hair around my fist, I tug her head back, bringing my lips to her ear. “Isn’t this what you wanted, Sophie? To have me lose control and see this side of me.”

“Yes. Because I want every part of you.”

She has it. Especially the part in my chest.

I will never fully lose control with her. It’s not who she is, but if she wants a taste of the beast then I’ll gladly give it to her.

My lips brush a soft kiss to the base of her throat. The last act of tenderness she’s about to get from me. “Then hold on, baby, because that’s exactly what you’re about to get.”

Without another word, I drive her down on my throbbing cock. A growl rips from my throat; mixing with the sweet sound of her cry as I bury myself so goddamn deep I’m not sure I’ll ever dig myself out.

I arrange her legs to drape over my knees then wrap a gentle hand around her throat to tilt her head up. “Look at us. Look in the mirror,” I instruct her. “Look how pretty you are with my cock filling your pussy.”

She whimpers; eyes riveted to the spot between her legs.

“We look good, don’t we?” I say, nipping her earlobe.

“We’re beautiful together.” Her words fall on a strangled whisper, her heavy-lidded gaze shining with emotion.

“Yeah, baby, we are.” My lips press against her throat, hands moving to cup the heavy weight of her perfect tits, gripping and pulling on her stiff peaks.

“Kolan,” she whimpers, her ass shifting against my hips.

“Say it, Soph. Tell me what you want, baby.”

A moment of silence captures the air, only the sound of our harsh breaths being heard.

Until she breaks it.

“Fuck me and don’t stop.”

Growling, I begin fucking her without abandon, selfishly claiming what I will never allow someone else to have. Our sweat-slicked bodies slapping in urgency, her cries of pleasure fueling each frantic thrust. My fingers dig into her hips, gripping as I pound up into her, watching her tits bounce in the mirror.

Bringing one hand between her legs, I rear it back and slap her wet flesh. “Oh god!” she wails, her pussy fluttering around me as she teeters on the edge.

I rear back, delivering another slap, hard enough that it sends her over the edge.

“Kolan!”

“That’s it. Scream my fucking name, baby. Let the whole world know who you belong to.”

I keep my momentum, fucking her through her orgasm. It isn’t until her final tremor subsides that I let go, filling her hot depth with everything I have.

A moan leaves her as her sweat-slicked body sags back against me. I brace an arm across her chest, feeling her frantic heartbeat.

“You okay?” I ask, dropping a kiss to her shoulder, hoping it wasn’t too much for her. Especially that last mark between her legs.

“You know that saying, ‘you’ve been fucked within an inch of your life?’” she mumbles. “I’m pretty sure that just happened to me.”

My mouth splits into a grin. “So that means you’re good?”

“Ask me in a few minutes when I can form a thought.”

With a chuckle, I lift her off my cock, wanting to whimper like a pussy from the loss. Dragging my pants back up, I keep her against me with one arm then lean over to snatch up my shirt, using it to clean her before gathering her slender body in my arms.

“Oh good, you’re carrying me. Because my legs won’t work at the moment.”

“Don’t worry, baby, I have you.”

Her hand moves to my jaw, bringing my attention down to her soft expression. “I know. You always do.”

I kiss her fingertips as they brush my lips.

Striding into my bathroom, I take us into the shower, hating to wash any of myself off of her. But I figure she doesn’t want to sleep with my cum running between her silky thighs… The thought has me growing hard again.

I finish quickly, before I end up taking her again, something I don’t think she would appreciate at the moment since I’m the one keeping her upright.

Once I’m done drying her off, I lay her naked body out on my mattress. “You look so fucking good in my bed,” I growl, taking my spot next to her and pulling her in my arms.

“You probably say that to all the women.” She tries to play it off with a teasing smile but I know better.

Reaching between us I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “I’ve never had another chick in my house let alone in my bed. Not here or any other place I’ve lived.”

“Never?” she asks, shock evident in her tone.

“Never. Only you, Soph.”

Her smile returns, this one genuine. “I love it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?”

“Soph,” she answers softly. “My sister always called me that and she’s always been Tess to me.”

“Is she older or younger than you?” I ask, intrigued to know more about her family.

“Older. Not by much though. We’re only fifteen months apart, but by the way she bossed me around you’d think she was my mother.” There’s no hostility in her words only affection.

“Can I ask you something?”

She doesn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

“Why Lia? Why did you choose that name?”

Sadness twists her expression. “Lia is Tess’s middle name and my mother’s maiden name is Kay.” she shrugs. “It was a risk since it’s something he probably could have found out, but I had to keep something from them close to me. Even if it was only a name.”

I brush a wet strand out of her face, the loss in her voice gripping my chest. “When’s the last time you spoke to them?”

“I heard my mother’s voice a couple of weeks ago when I called. Even though I never said anything, she knew it was me. My mom’s always been good at that.”

“Maybe it’s time you spoke to them. Tell them you’re okay.”

She shakes her head. “Not yet. I can’t risk something happening to them. He’d use them against me. I already live with enough guilt over Blaine and Lara.”

I scowl, surprised by her response. “What the fuck do you have to feel bad about with those two?”

“They’re dead because of me.”

“The hell they are,” I snap, the words coming out harsher than I intended. “They’re dead because of him and because they were fucking behind your back. That’s not on you, Sophie.”

There’s a brief moment of silence as she gazes up at me, her expression pinched with pain. “When I think about the way they betrayed me I get so angry,” she admits quietly. “Sometimes so much that I think I hate them. Which makes me feel even more guilty.”

“The last thing you should ever feel when it comes to those two is guilt.”

Her eyes search mine, terror dark in their depths. “If anything happens to you, I won’t survive it.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me,” I tell her firmly. “I have never been beaten and I never will be. You will not lose me.”

Her arms lock around my neck, pulling me in close for a hug. “Good, because I’ve already lost too much. Dancing—my family. If I lost you too, it would destroy me.”

Not as much as it would me.

Hearing her speak about her past sends the crushing reminder that she had a life before me. One where she was happy and thrived in before that bastard showed up.

One she could go back to when this is all over.

Sophie

“S
oph, you comin’?” Kolan calls from his workout room, waiting for me to join him for our quick lesson.

“I’m here.” With the announcement I jump over the threshold, fists up at the ready. “Let’s see what you got.” Light on my feet, I dance around and punch the air, challenging him.

He stands in place, unimpressed by my brave moves.

“What’s wrong? Scared?” I tease.

“Hardly. You’re not even making a correct fist,” he muses, a slight smile twitching his lips. “Come on, we don’t have much time before Cooper and the others show up, and I want to work on this.”

“Yes, sir,” I salute, knowing it pushes his buttons. Something I’m really starting to enjoy doing.

With a growl, he spins me around, bringing my back against his chest. The small contact sets my body on fire.

He begins explaining how to get out of the current hold he has me in. I try to focus on his instruction but can’t. His smooth baritone in my ear and hard, warm body crowding me makes it impossible to concentrate on anything but the way he feels against me. Especially when I think about what he did to me last night in this room. In front of these mirrors…

“Sophie!” His warning penetrates my thoughts; arms tightening around me like a steel band.

“I’m sorry,” I moan, pushing my ass against him. “I can’t think with you touching me like this.”

“Jesus.” His hand begins coasting down my stomach, headed for the spot I ache to feel him. “You want me to touch your pussy instead, baby?”

God, I love it when he talks to me like this.

“Or maybe you want me to spank this pretty ass of yours again.” His teeth nip my ear, evoking a delicious shiver to travel through me.

Warmth gathers between my legs as I remember the feel of his heavy hand against my sensitive flesh. I’m just about to plead—no, beg for it—when the doorbell interrupts us.

“Fuck,” Kolan breathes out the heated curse. “Come on.” He tugs my hand, dragging me behind him.

“Wait!” I dig my heels in, bringing us to a stop.

He graces me with a sexy smirk and pulls me in for a kiss. “Don’t worry, baby. We’ll pick up where we left off as soon as they leave.”

When he turns away again, I cling to his hand, feet planted. “It’s not that. I…I need to get a scarf.”

There’s no denying the disappointment that flashes in his gaze.

“Don’t look at me like that,” I whisper, my heart pinching.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re disappointed in me.”

He cups the side of my neck, his thumb stroking my jaw. “I could never be disappointed in you. I just don’t think you should hide yourself from anyone. You’re too beautiful for that.”

I gaze up at him, his eyes conveying so much to my wounded soul. No, not wounded…healing. It’s healing.

I’m healing.

“You’re right,” I say with more confidence. “Let’s go.”

This time he’s the one who stops me. “Don’t do it for me, Soph. Do it for yourself.”

“I am. It’s time.” I give him a reassuring smile.

“Good.” He slings an arm around my shoulders and drops a kiss on my head before leading me out.

I stand at the edge of the living room and watch him open the door. My feet shuffle nervously as I fight the urge not to cover my exposed neck.

“Hey, Sophie.” Cooper greets me first, passing by Kolan.

“Hi, Cooper.”

I wait for his eyes to drop and for that brief flash of disgust. But it never comes. My anxiety dissipates when his eyes remain on mine and he pulls me into a hug. I’m stunned for only a second before I wrap my arms around his waist, my heart warming at his affection.

“You doing okay?” he asks, stepping back.

I nod. “I am. Thanks to Kolan.”

“Good.”

Nick and Ryder greet me next, shaking my hand, and both of their eyes remain on mine like Cooper’s did. Like I’m normal and not standing here with my mangled neck exposed to the world. Kolan’s words from last night invade me.

This might be all you see when you look at yourself but it isn’t what anyone else sees.

I’m pulled from the memory when Kolan places a hand on my back. “Let’s go to the kitchen.”

As we head to the table, my eyes stray to the thick folder that Ryder carries. I reach to take the chair next to Kolan but he grabs my hips and brings me down on his lap instead. The warmth of his hard body settles my anxious nerves further.

“What do you have for us?” Kolan asks.

“Unfortunately, not what you are hoping for,” Ryder says, setting the folder down in front of him. “Obviously, we know he’s here and trust me, we have eyes everywhere. Cooper has put out a statewide APB on him.”

I smile over at Cooper as he gives a nod of acknowledgment.

“I wanted to see you guys today to let you in on what I have found out.” His eyes shift to mine. “I know one of the officers who dealt with your case back in California. Reid Cunningham.”

“Officer Cunningham, yes, I remember him.”

He was one of the officers who showed up that very first night when we caught Daniel looking in my bedroom window. He went above and beyond for me after Daniel was served the restraining order. He checked in often to make sure I was doing okay. Tess had a huge crush on him. He was very attractive; however, for what I was dealing with at the time, it was the furthest thing from my mind.

“He was really great to me and my family,” I tell him quietly.

“Yeah, Reid is a good guy. He comes from a family of law enforcement. I’ve encountered him and his brothers a few times,” he says. “Anyway, he only just phoned me back yesterday because he’s in the middle of a case right now. We spoke for a while. Apparently, he wasn’t notified either when Daniel was released from the hospital. When he got word of your attack last year, to say he was pissed is an understatement. His brothers are spread out all over the country and he made sure every single one them had Daniel on their radar.”