Obsession (Forbidden #2) (9 page)

Neal

I watch as Kandi-Ann slides a hand between Kira’s legs; watch as Kira leans back against her and moans quietly before suddenly pulling Kandi-Ann’s hand away. And I’m guessing now that those two have a history I know nothing about. Something that’s way past professional.

I bow my head briefly, but it snaps back up when I hear them talking, and I watch again as Kandi-Ann walks back over to Kira, and the look they give each other – I don’t know. They’re not acting now. They’re not doing this for an audience. What’s happening in there, that’s real. And I don’t know whether to feel sick or excited. I’m that fucked-up these days that the thought of Kira fucking another woman, even if it wasn’t part of what’s happening out there, in the club; the thought of that is such a freaking turn-on. Yet, if this was happening with another man I’d be in that room now ripping him limb from fucking limb, I swear, no other man is ever gonna touch her again. But another woman? Jesus fucking Christ, I’m fine with that. I think.

I lean back against the doorpost and close my eyes, breathing in deep.

Be careful.

Barry’s words keep playing over and over in my mind.

He had no idea what he was warning me about.

No idea what I needed to be careful of.

I
know.

And I still want to go there.

Nine

Kira

I feel a hand on my arse and I swing around, my arm pulled back ready to attack, because I know it isn’t Neal touching me. I know how
he
feels, the way he touches me, and this isn’t him.

‘Touch me again, and I will fucking hurt you.’

Barry smirks, but he makes no attempt to move away, he just stands there, his hands in the pockets of his exquisitely-cut suit pants, his cocky, somewhat arrogant attitude oozing from every pore. ‘I wasn’t aware you were fussy, darlin’.’

The slap I give him is so hard it echoes around the office, my hand tingling where it connected with his cheek. ‘Fuck you!’ I hiss, glaring at him. ‘You may not like what I am – what I used to be – but you have no right, no fucking right to treat me like some cheap whore, do you hear?’

‘But that’s all you are, Kira. For ten years you sold yourself to men who needed the fucked-up shit you gave out every day. Fucked-up shit my brother once needed… fucked-up shit you’ve brainwashed him into thinking he still needs now…’

My hand connects with his cheek a second time. And still he doesn’t react. He keeps the smirk on his face and the attitude ever-present. But I can handle bastards like him. He thinks I haven’t had this crap thrown at me before? He has no idea what I’ve been through, what I’ve had to endure; the things I’ve had to deal with. He has no fucking idea.

‘He doesn’t love you, Kira. Not really. He loves the
idea
of you, is all. He loves the idea of having his very own living, breathing sex toy he can play with whenever he wants because I think he was just tired of paying for it. Finally. And then you came along, and he was getting it for free, which, I have to say, was extremely generous of you, although, in your line of work I wouldn’t have thought it made very good business sense. Giving it away for free kind of defeats the whole object of what you do, doesn’t it?’

‘Neal is going to be back any second, Barry. You really want him to hear this, do you?’

‘He doesn’t love you, Kira. You’re just this fantasy he can’t seem to let go of, but he will. He’ll get it out of his system – all of it. Eventually. You, that club, all of it; he’ll get it out of his system, and when that happens you’ll be history. When that happens he’ll want you on a plane back to where you came from, and you can go back to living whatever messed-up life you were living before. And my brother can start living the life he deserves.’

I laugh. I can’t stop myself. His words are cutting into me like the sharpest of knives; they’re breaking my heart because I don’t know how much truth there is in any of what he’s just said. But I laugh. Because he has some guts to stand there and insult me like this.

‘I think you might just be a little bit jealous of your brother, Barry.’ I take hold of his tie and pull him closer, my mouth almost touching his. ‘Do you want some too, huh? Is that it?’ He thinks I’m a whore? I can play the whore, yeah, I can do that. ‘Do you want what your brother gets, every day, every night, and then some? Do
you
want that, too?’

I’ve caught him off-guard; his expression tells me I’ve got him on the back foot here because he obviously wasn’t expecting this reaction.

‘Do
you
want my legs wrapped around you? Do
you
want to sink your cock…’ I reach down and touch him, his hard-on evident, and I let out a tiny gasp, ‘inside me?’

He moans as I palm his erection, and then I lift a leg and kick him backwards, sending him reeling across the office.

‘Now get the fuck away from me.’

He steadies himself as he staggers back against the wall, his eyes burning into mine. ‘Neal’s right about one thing.’

I say nothing. I just stare at him. I want him out of here.

He walks back over to me, but I do nothing this time. I just keep eye contact.

‘You really are beautiful.’

He reaches out and cups my cheek and still I do nothing.

‘And yes, Kira, I want to sink my cock so deep inside you it’ll make you scream. Because I’m guessing you like it that way.’

He pulls his hand away and I watch as he leaves the office. Let him think he’s rattled me, but he hasn’t. I know he thinks of me as nothing but a whore. He wants better for Neal – better than me. He wants his brother to live a normal life, rather than the messed-up one he’s living with me. But messed-up is the way we’re going now. And we like it that way.

‘You OK?’

I turn to see him standing there, in the doorway. Neal Cannon. My world. Everything revolves around him now, and there isn’t a thing I can do to change that.

‘I’m fine.’

But I don’t want to be here. At the gallery. Not after what’s just happened. I know we’re supposed to be keeping some element of our daytime lives going – or we’re trying to, anyway. But I don’t really feel like being here today. I wish I’d gone to the club instead, or out for a walk. There’s still so much of Manhattan I haven’t yet seen. I’ve spent so much time with Neal since I got here – in bed, in our own private playroom. So much time, just fucking and playing. I haven’t really explored my new home. And yet, as I look at him, all piercing blue eyes and beyond handsome face, I’m hit head-on with the frightening realisation that I don’t want to be anywhere else. I don’t really want to leave his arms; his bed. Ever. If I could live inside that bubble we’d created back in Newcastle I would. I’d do that. I’d live there. And I would never fucking leave.

‘You sure?’

He raises an eyebrow as he asks that, and I’m slightly irritated by his persistence.

‘What did Barry want?’

I look up sharply. ‘Barry?’

‘Yeah. I saw him coming out of here…’

‘He was looking for you.’

‘Really? He doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to find me. I’m sure he’s just left…’

‘Well it mustn’t have been important, then.’

He frowns as he walks over to me. ‘You sure you’re OK?’

‘Neal, I’m fine, alright? I guess the late nights are just starting to get to me, that’s all. Especially when we have to come in here…’

‘Kira, baby, if you want to stop any of this…’

‘No. No, I don’t want to… I’m just tired.’

He’s right in front of me now, and I look up into his ridiculously blue eyes and all I want to do is go back home and fuck the day away.

‘There’s too much reality in daylight, huh?’ His voice is low and quiet as his fingers gently stroke my cheek, and I smile and nod because he’s right. Reality is starting to intrude; it’s beginning to pierce our world. And I hate it. I resent it for doing that. And I hate that I let it happen. I had a moment of weakness with Kandi-Ann, and I’m stronger than that. But it worries me, that I let it get as far as it did but because of what we do, together, out there for everyone to see, it blurs lines. It complicates things. But I should be able to deal with it, now. I used to turn to Kandi-Ann when I needed comfort I couldn’t get from anyone else, not even Joey. When I needed sex that wasn’t being paid for. Sex that wasn’t with a man. That’s when I turned to her. But I have Neal now. I don’t need that kind of comfort anymore. I don’t need her. I shouldn’t ever need her again. Not like that.

‘Do you want to go home and hide in the playroom?’

I smile again and pull myself up on to the desk, opening my legs, and he steps between them. ‘We don’t go in there until after dark, Mr Cannon. Remember?’

‘But there are exceptions now, Ms Blu. I mean, we have our brand new playroom to deal with, don’t we? And that tends to take up most of our after dark activity, so, I think it’s time to open our own private playroom during daylight hours now. Don’t you?’

‘And what happens to Ms Hardy, hmm? If we’re in there, in daylight, are you playing with Ms Hardy, or Ms Blu?’

He laughs quietly and slides a hand up under the hem of my dress, his fingers snaking up my thigh and I wrap my legs around him as we kiss – a long, slow, dirty-as-hell kiss that really should belong behind closed doors. ‘I’ll play with both, baby.’

But I think he knows as well as I do that Kira Hardy never really stood a chance. She was never going to cut it here, in this world. This is Kira Blu’s world.

‘You’ve got appointments today,’ I murmur, my mouth still refusing to leave his.

‘Fuck the appointments.’

‘So unprofessional.’

He smiles, and I die inside, Jesus, I feel sixteen all over again.

‘You’re supposed to be teaching me stuff, Mr Cannon.’

I place my hands palm down behind me and lean back slightly, keeping my legs wrapped around his hips.

‘I can teach you plenty, darlin’.’

I laugh, because I know he isn’t talking about art or business or anything like that. And then I lean forward and pull him closer by his tie until his mouth is back touching mine, resting lightly against it. ‘I bet
I
can teach you more.’

He laughs, too – a low, sexy-as-hell laugh and I feel my stomach dip so low I have to bite down on my lip to silence the gasp that’s caught in my throat.

‘Oh, I have no doubt about that, Ms Blu.’

I look into his eyes, and there’s something there I can’t quite read, and it unsettles me slightly, but I let it go.

‘We’re going home,’ he whispers.

And I’m not going to put up a fight.

Everything doesn’t have to make sense – that’s what he told me, just a few weeks ago, when I was still fighting this. Sometimes confusion can be hot. And I smile as I remember his words; the look in his eyes as he’d said them.

Hot, sexy, dirty confusion.

Yeah. We’re going home.

Everything else can wait…

Ten

Neal

I watch her as she sleeps. It’s only mid-afternoon but we’ve been fucking since we got back to the penthouse a couple of hours ago, and even though I’m just as exhausted as she is, I can’t sleep. I don’t want to. There’s too much going on inside my head to let me give in to sleep. And as I look at her, watch her tits rising and falling as she breathes slow and steady, I know that everything I shouldn’t be thinking – I still want it. But I shouldn’t.

I reach out and move the covers down so they’re just past her thighs, and I look at her, exposed and beautiful. She’s my whole fucking world now, and that scares me, more than anything else ever has, but it’s true and it’s real and I can’t change it. She’s my entire wrong, warped world.

I lean over and lightly kiss her slightly open mouth and she lets out a tiny sigh, but she doesn’t wake. And I don’t want her to, not yet. I just want to look at her for a little while longer.

She turns a little more towards me, one arm up above her head and my eyes fall back on her tits. Her nipples are hard and erect and as she moans quietly in her sleep I wonder if she’s dreaming, about us. About what we do to each other. What I do to
her
. Is she dreaming about that? I like to think she is, and my cock reacts accordingly.

I lean over and kiss her again, sliding my hand between her slightly open legs, and she’s wet. Even in sleep she’s wet and ready and I know it’s so, so wrong but I want to take her, here, right now. But then I remember what happened to her. Her past. The reason she became the person she is now. And I pull back. Taking her like this, that wouldn’t be right.

‘Put your hand back, Mr Cannon,’ she murmurs, and I smile. She hasn’t opened her eyes, but she’s ready to go again. And, Jesus, so am I!

I turn her over and slide my hand back between her legs, and she opens them wider, accepting what I’m about to give her.

‘What time is it?’ she groans as I rest my hand against her warm, wet pussy.

‘It doesn’t matter what time it is, Kira.’

‘We own a club, Neal. And we’re supposed to be there, at some point.’

‘I employ managers to deal with the place when we aren’t there, so open your eyes and look at me, baby, come on.’

She opens her eyes and they lock on mine. And for a second the world just stands still. All I can see is her. Do we make love too often? Do we fuck too much? They’re questions I continually ask myself. Because I still find it hard to believe that I can want someone so much, so fucking much, all of the time. I physically ache for this woman when she isn’t around. And as much as I’d loved Lisa – and I did, I loved her – I never felt this. I never felt this pain, this burning need, this uncontrollable urge to just be with someone constantly. I loved Lisa, but I never felt this, what I’m feeling for Kira. I’m addicted; obsessed. When she’s out of my sight it’s like going cold turkey; I crave that fix being inside her gives me.

I press my hand harder against her and she sighs, arching her back, which forces her even harder down on to me. And I know what I want now. What I need. What I deserve, after the thoughts I’ve been having.

I lean over her, pushing my fingers inside her and I take pleasure in the small cry she emits as I thrust into her. ‘Playroom. Now.’

I pull out of her and get up, taking her hand and pulling her up too, and she falls into my arms.

‘Anything you specifically request, Mr Cannon?’ she breathes, her mouth resting against mine and I feel her breath fall into me and I swallow, my stomach knotting up as I prepare for what’s to come.

My fingers curl around hers, gripping them tight as my eyes stare deep into her.
Jesus!
I am so freaking lucky to have this woman. I can only assume I did something fucking amazing in a previous life to deserve the one I’m living now.

‘I think I need a visit from Madam Blu,’ I whisper, and she grips my fingers even tighter, one corner of her mouth twisting up into a smile and my stomach hits the floor.

‘Are you sure?’

She slides her hand around my back and I flinch as her fingers find the small bruise near the base of my spine. ‘I’m sure.’

She continues to smile, and she presses her tits harder against my chest and my cock cries out for attention. ‘Have you been a bad boy, Mr Cannon?’

Oh, sweet fucking Jesus!

‘Yes,’ I groan as she drops her hand and takes hold of my cock, and her touch is pure freaking magic. I can’t help but cry out as she runs her fingers over me, and then wraps them around and squeezes tight and I cry out louder.

‘How bad, exactly?’

She’s still got hold of my cock, and she’s still gripping tight, and I love this fucking game. I love
her
, and this world we can’t stay away from.

‘I’ve been having thoughts,’ I say quietly, throwing my head back as she loosens her grip on me and lightens her touch. ‘Bad thoughts. Dangerous thoughts.’

She slides her other hand around the back of my neck and threads her fingers into my hair, clenching tight as she roughly pushes my head forward so I’m looking at her. ‘How dangerous?’

I move my mouth closer to hers, and my heart is beating so hard now it’s painful. ‘Very, very dangerous.’

She smiles again, and I just want to kiss the fucking life out of her. All fucking day. And then she yanks my head back, her fingers still clenched in my hair as she pushes me away. ‘Go wait in the playroom. Madam Blu will see you soon.’

I quickly pull on my jeans and head upstairs, my hard-on throbbing, my head spinning. I’m not even sure I can separate fantasy from reality anymore and I know I don’t care. I don’t. I don’t even know what reality is, what it’s supposed to feel like since Kira fell into my world. All I know is I promised her a life of fucked-up sex and nights where we never sleep, and that’s exactly what I’m giving her. What she’s giving me. Only, the fucked-up sex has moved into daytime now. Days and nights of this and nothing else, it’s all I want. Now.

I open the door of the playroom and set the lighting to dim. Not dark, exactly – I want to see everything she’s about to do. But low enough to set the mood.

 
The bed at the far end of the room has black sheets on it today and that’s fine, for what’s going to happen in here this afternoon. And the newly-fitted steel pole I recently had installed stands out in the corner, but that won’t be used today. She’s yet to show me what she can do, in private, with that pole; on that pole, and I close my eyes, just for a second, as I imagine just what that might entail – her beautiful, naked body sliding down the cool metal, her legs opening just for me as she reaches the floor, spreading them wide to let me see heaven.

I breathe in deep and open my eyes as I quickly try to compose myself. That’s another fantasy. I’m about to live a different one now, and my stomach clenches in anticipation.

Walking over to the chair that faces the door I stop and just stand there for a moment, looking at it, before I push both hands back through my hair and let out another long, deep breath. Then I sit down. And wait. But it’s just seconds later when she appears in the doorway, and my fingers grip the arms of the chair as I look at her. She’s wearing the shortest, ass-skimming black latex tube dress, so tight I can barely comprehend how she can move in it. And her achingly long legs look fucking incredible in skyscraper-heeled black thigh-high boots; long black latex gloves cover her hands and arms way past the elbow, and she’s got her hair pulled back into the severest ponytail, her make-up dark and so fucking sexy I’m this close to coming, I swear. And when she pulls her hand out from behind her back and flicks the whip she’s holding against the doorpost I have to mentally recite something, anything, inside my head to stop me from shooting my load right there and then.

‘You wanted to see me, Mr Cannon?’

She kicks the door shut and moves a little closer to me, and my knuckles are turning white now, they’re gripping the arms of the chair so tight. I can’t take my eyes off her, Jesus, this is really my life now?

You’re fucking kidding me, right?

I make to get up but she lifts a leg and kicks me back into the chair and I briefly wonder how much she used to charge for this. Because to me it’s fucking priceless.

‘You don’t move unless I tell you to, OK?’

My eyes meet hers again, and I’m not sure my heart can beat any faster, it already feels out of control. And then she leans forward and lightly trails the tip of the whip across my shoulders, down over my chest, and I feel like I’m about to explode. I can’t even breathe, she’s got me so fucking bad here.

‘Did you hear what I said, Mr Cannon?’

I nod slowly, my eyes still burning into hers as I try and gain some level of self-control. It isn’t the first time we’ve played this game. But every time is hotter than the last, and I can’t get enough of the shit that goes on in here. In this room. Me, and her, and the pain and pleasure we put each other through.

‘Good.’

She trails the whip lower, resting it briefly on my cock, which is desperate to be set free, but it’s up to her when that happens. And I know she’s gonna make me suffer first, in the most beautiful, fucked-up way.

‘You’re under
my
care now, Mr Cannon.’

Oh, baby girl, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

She pulls the whip away and lowers herself down so she straddles me, and I feel her rest against my cock and I want to ram it into her so fast and so deep it makes her scream. But that’s another fantasy. Another game. We’re playing by
her
rules now.

She tilts her head slightly, her eyes staring deep into mine as she trails her fingers along my jaw line before kissing me so fucking hard it pushes my head right back. She’s got her hand on my neck, and she’s biting my lip, and she’s pushing down onto me which is sending my cock into painful spasms, but it’s so fucking hot, Jesus, I can’t freaking breathe!

And then she pulls away and smiles, before she gets off me and stands up, leaning forward as she places a hand back on my neck, pressing hard against it.

‘Get up,’ she whispers, her voice harsh and cold and I am freaking out here, man, this is beyond crazy!

I do as she says. I get to my feet, and I face her, and the electricity sparking between us is so real and so dangerous, the atmosphere heavy and loaded with something neither of us can really explain.

Nobody says anything for a few seconds; nobody needs to. And even though we’ve been here before, we’ve played this game, every time is different. And just waiting for her next move has my stomach back in knots, my breathing shallow, it’s all over the fucking place. I want her so bad, so fucking bad it kills me.
She
kills me, because I still can’t believe this is real. It’s like, one day I’m gonna wake up and Kira Blu will have been nothing but one hell of a beautiful wet dream.

She reaches out and touches my neck again, her fingers splaying, the latex cool against my skin and I breathe her in as she moves that little bit closer, her mouth touching mine. ‘Close your mind, Mr Cannon. To everything. And you won’t feel the pain quite so much.’

She kisses me, gently at first before she presses down harder, once more biting my lip – first the top one, then the bottom – before she takes hold of my wrist and swings me around, slamming me face-up against the wall.

‘Are you ready?’ she whispers, her mouth nipping my ear as she speaks, and all I can do is nod. ‘I need to hear you say the words, Mr Cannon. Are you ready?’

‘I’m ready.’ I can barely get the words out my throat is so tight, and I’m concentrating so hard on keeping my cock under control that once again I’m finding it hard to breathe.

She laughs quietly, and I can’t stop the low, guttural groan from escaping as she trails the whip down over my back, her hand sliding around and down the front of my jeans and when she touches my cock I groan again, louder and longer. And then she yanks her hand away, which is painful in itself, but as she brings the whip down hard against my skin I cry out in pain – the most beautiful, exquisite pain that floods my body and turns me on.
I’m freaking dying here!