Deadly Obsession (34 page)

“Feel good?”

“Oh God,” she panted, crying out when his hand connected with her skin. “Please.”

“Please what?”

“
Yesss
,” she hissed, another slap echoing in the room. “Please take me.”

He laughed, and he landed two more slaps before he answered.
“Soon.”

Brooklyn
moaned through six more whacks to her ass before he stopped

“You’re
skin’s
so soft.
So soft and red.”
He caressed his fingers lightly over her rear, gently easing the stinging sensation fluttering through her. “I love touching it.”

He moved lower, trailing his fingers along her inner thighs. Did he know how wet his
punishment
had made her? Or was the real punishment arousal with no relief? She cringed at the thought of being left with such longing between her legs.

“Open your legs for me and let me see how wet you are.”

Brooklyn
inched her feet apart, not able to deny his request. He couldn’t leave her like this. He wouldn’t. She held her breath, wanting to scream when his fingers brushed her lips, but didn’t penetrate. Oh God, she needed him to touch her.
Needed him driving into her, hard and fast.
Deep.
Oh so deep. She’d had to beg him before, knowing he wanted to show her how gentle he could be. But she didn’t want gentle. She wanted Gage, out of control, so lost in his desire he couldn’t hold back. He moved again and she couldn’t stop her hum of ecstasy as two long fingers penetrated her sex, plunging deep inside her weeping channel.

“You liked that, didn’t
you.
” It wasn’t a question. “Tell me, darling. Was it as hot as you make it out to be in your books?” He pulled out and caressed her cheeks again.
“Such a pretty ass.
You’re right. I’ve neglected it for far too long.” He drew his moist fingers down the cleft between her cheeks, brushing the cream against her anus. “I need to know. The other night, when I flipped you over, you shook. Was it because you were scared or excited at the prospect of me penetrating your tight little pucker?”

Brooklyn
held back a moan when he brushed her anus again. “Anticipation,” she said, panting out the syllables. “I wanted you to touch me there.”

“Good. I thought maybe you were nervous, but now that we’ve cleared that up, there’s nothing standing in my way.” He dipped his fingers inside her again, gathering more moisture, before transferring it to her ass. “Do you know how hard it was to love you from behind and not touch you here? I swear it used up a year’s worth of my self-control.” He circled the hole this time, pressing just the tip inside her.

Brooklyn
clenched her muscles, wanting to push back but unable to anchor herself. “More. I need more.”

She didn’t care how desperate she sounded. His teasing was building an orgasm inside her she was certain would kill her.

“Easy. I don’t want to cause you any discomfort.”

He collected more juice and slid a full knuckle into her ass. She bucked against his legs, desperate to take him deeper.

“You’re tighter than ever back here,” he continued, not allowing her movements to rush him. “We need to go slowly.
Just my finger tonight.
Then, once we’re settled, I’ll buy you a plug. We can use it for a while until you’re relaxed enough to take me without pain.”

She cried out this time, when his finger sank completely inside her anal channel, filling her with an unusual pleasure that was both familiar and new. She’d forgotten how it felt to have him deep within her nether hole. It was hot and tight, with just a bite of pain that made the sudden surges of satisfaction that much stronger. She wiggled against him, needing him to move inside her.

“You’re so hot and tight. God, it’s incredible.” He pulled out until just the tip of his finger burned against her tight ring of muscles, then plunged back in, taking her ass in one long, deep stroke.

“Oh God.
Yes. Please. More.”

Gage growled as he repeated his thrust, palming her ass with his hand. She jerked on his lap, unable to stop her body from grinding into his. If only he’d touch her clit, she knew she’d fall off the edge.

“Ready to come for me again?” he asked, moving his other hand between her legs and caressing her clit, as if he’d read her thoughts.

“Yes. Please. I can’t…”

Her scream vibrated through the air as he circled her clit with one finger while driving the other repeatedly into her ass. She opened her legs wider, needing to give him more access to her drenched lips. It wasn’t much, but it was all she could do.

“That’s it, darling. Let me watch you come for me.”

“Don’t stop.
Now…now…now!”

The world exploded, arcs of white light blinding her, as the orgasm shot through her ass and into her womb. Time stopped, the room reduced to just Gage, his body and hers. Every nerve felt like it was electrified, burning a path straight to her sex. She screamed, convulsing in Gage’s arms as he held her tight. He whispered in her ear, telling her how beautiful she was, how much he loved her. She heard his words as echoes in her
mind,
so far away they seemed lost in the haze of pleasure. It wasn’t until the feelings started to ease she realised she was crying.

“Oh darling.
You’re amazing.
So damn amazing.
God, I love you.”

He turned her on his lap, hugging her body close to his. It was so intimate, so safe. She clung tighter, not wanting their connection to end.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, not sure she’d spoken until she felt him smile against her hair.

“Are you too tired to continue? Or can I love you some more?”

A new wave of tears spilled from her eyes, his simple words shattering any doubts she may have hidden away. His voice was soft and steady, the way he used to sound when they were first married. There was no hiding from the truth. Gage loved her, and had no intentions of leaving her again. This wasn’t a one-night stand that would end with him watching her through narrowed eyes. She wasn’t just a familiar body he was using to scratch an itch. Even the notion of him using pleasure to get his way faded with the honesty in his voice. He was hers, and he apparently intended on showing her that a number of times tonight.

She drew a ragged breath, trying to will the tears to abate, and turned to look into his eyes. He was sexier than any man she’d created in her mind or sketched with words. He was her wildest fantasy. And he was real.

Gage frowned as he wiped the tears from her face, a flash of doubt swirling in his eyes. “Are you okay?”

She nuzzled her face into his hand, kissing the palm. “You didn’t hurt me. They’re tears of joy. It just hit me you’re here to stay, and I wasn’t quite prepared for the sudden surge of emotion.” She bit playfully at his fingers as they cupped her chin. “That and the fact I just had a mind-blowing orgasm.” She blew a warm breath against his chest. “I swear you’re even more masterful than I remember.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” he teased, but then his expression turned serious. “As for your other remark, I’m never leaving you alone again. This isn’t a game I’m playing. You’re the most important part of my life, and I don’t intend on living without you.”

He shuffled her on his lap and reached down to his pile of clothes at the side of the bed. Brooklyn watched him rummage through them, not sure what he was searching for.

“If you’re looking for condoms, I think we’ve already blown the roulette theory to hell.”

Gage chuckled and paused to wink at her. “If you’re trying to scare me at the thought of you pregnant with my child, it’s not working.” He looked back at the pile, finally pulling a thick envelope free from the rumpled heap.

Brooklyn
drew a sharp breath as he held the letter up. She knew what was inside without looking. She glanced at Gage’s face, her heart slamming to a halt at the hurt in his eyes.

“I lost a part of my soul when I opened this,” he said, slowly removing the papers from the envelope. “I think somewhere deep
inside,
I never really believed you’d ever sign them. Even waiting at Reynolds’ office a part of me didn’t want you to show up, despite what I’d told myself.” He held the papers out to her, a slight tremble ruffling the edges. “Is this still what you want?”

Brooklyn
choked back a sob, taking the white sheets from his hand. She could see her name scribbled across the lines, the last entry blurred from a single tear. It’d seemed so clear back at the motel. But now she realised she’d been a coward. She’d taken the easy way out instead of making Gage to talk to her. She forced herself to meet his gaze. “I never wanted this, and I’m sorry I ever signed them. I suppose I felt as if I had no choice, but that’s not really true.” She looked over at the table. The candle she’d lit earlier was still burning beside the lamp, the hot wax gathering in the bottom of the glass jar. She raised her hand, holding the papers above the flame until the edge flickered and ignited. “This is what I really wanted to do to the damn things,” she said, finally dropping the burning pages into the jar. She turned back to Gage. “I’m sorry I hurt you.”

Gage
smiled,
a sigh of relief ruffling across her shoulder. “You’re forgiven,” he said, taking her mouth in his.

Brooklyn
moaned into the kiss, losing herself in the sheer beauty of it. It wasn’t hungry or carnal, but deep and possessive, as if he were trying to give her the proof of his love. She returned his need, allowing her love to flow through her. She didn’t want him to ever doubt her desire again. His body
tensed,
his erection hardening against her thigh. She smiled. He wanted her, almost desperately judging on the size of his penis. She had no intention of leaving him in this condition.

She pulled back, licking his bottom lip when he frowned in disappointment. “Now I believe you mentioned something about loving me again?” she mused, capturing his nipple between her teeth. The sharp inhalation of air told her she had his attention.

“Are you sure you’re up to it? You seem pretty worn out.”

Brooklyn
nipped at his nipple, loving the hushed curse that rasped from his chest. “I’m fine,” she said, moving her lips over to his other peaked bud. It was just as hard and she didn’t wait before suckling it into her mouth. “Maybe it’s you who needs to rest?” she taunted. “You did say you were going to love me all night, but I’m starting to think you’re eyes are bigger than your cock—”

Her words broke into a surprised yelp as he threw her back on the bed and pounced on top. His eyes were dark and
stormy,
his muscles bunched in anticipation, as he looked down at her like a victorious predator measuring up his fallen prey.

“You’re more temptress than is good for you, darling.” He licked his lips and gave her body a slow, seductive sweep. “Now you’ll see just how long I can love you.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

Brooklyn
came awake slowly, her first thought lost in the heat from Gage’s body. She was lying on top of him, their bodies still entwined. She could feel his semi-erect penis lodged in her entrance, the tip still inside her. She moaned, loving the complete feeling his presence stirred in her. She’d been empty for so long, it’d become a natural part of her existence. But that was behind her now.

She felt him sigh beneath her and smiled. He’d more than impressed her last night. She’d only been teasing about his stamina, but he’d kept his word. After pinning her to the bed, he’d thrust inside her. Not slow and soft like he’d tried earlier. He’d plunged forward, filling her to the hilt in one strong stroke. She’d climaxed immediately, pushing against him as he held her prisoner on the bed. He hadn’t moved, just locked his cock deep in her channel as she rode the waves of her release. He’d smiled when she’d finally settled down, and bent over her.

“That’s one, darling. Only a dozen more to go before I’ll consider the job done.”

She’d moaned at his words, knowing he was serious. Then he’d started moving.
Shallow then deep.
Fast then faster. Hard and long until she was screaming again, writhing beneath his body as he pumped his hips against hers. He hadn’t stopped that time, just lifted her legs across his left shoulder and continued to pound into her. She’d lost count of her climaxes, fading from one into another until she wasn’t even sure she was conscious. That’s when he’d flipped them over and held her body above his. She’d protested, her limbs so limp she’d claimed she couldn’t even move. But he’d ignored her and started pumping into her again. Before she’d realised, she was riding him, rising and falling along the length of his cock as he whispered encouraging words to her. How beautiful she was, how much he desired her. How tonight was only the beginning of their time
together.

She’d lost herself, gripping his shoulders with both hands until he finally roared out his release, coating her walls with sperm until she was certain she’d drained his entire body. Then she’d collapsed onto his chest and drifted to sleep with his shaft still clenched inside her. It’d been the most erotic night they’d ever spent together.

“Good morning.”

Brooklyn
smiled at his voice, husky and raw, wishing they could stay wrapped in each other’s arms all day. “Morning,” she replied, feeling his cock harden inside her. Oh God, he was going to take her again. Just the thought of it sent a shiver down her spine, liquefying some hidden pool of arousal. She moaned, not even trying to hide her desire from him.