His Obsession (12 page)

“I don’t know you, and you know shit
about me.” Paul went to walk away, tired of other people telling him what he
could and couldn’t do.

“What if I can give you all of those
things for free?”

Paul stopped and turned. “I’m
listening.”

“First, you need to get in. I’ve got
stuff to discuss with you, and I don’t want to do it out in the open.”

Paul stared at the door, the man,
and the rest of the world that lay ahead of him. Without thinking, he got into
the plush limousine. He melted against the leather. The scent of wealth and
extravagance surrounded him.

“You will like what I have to
offer.”

“What?”

“What if I could give you the
lifestyle that meant you wouldn’t have to work again? You wouldn’t need to
watch porn flicks because the girls will come to you for your own pleasure.
More cunt than you could stand. More money than you could spend. How does that
sound?”

“Real good.”
Paul rubbed the leather, licking
his lips. He liked this guy already.

“All I need is for you to do me a
few favours and you can have the world.”

Paul would do anything for what he
was offering.
Pussy all around him.
Spending
his days spending and fucking.
He’d do anything for it.

“You haven’t told me your name.”

“Eugene. My name is Eugene
Black.”
  

Chapter Ten

Stephen and Ursula developed a routine. He would drive her to the
college campus every morning and pick her up at night. Most of his spare time
was spent at the club. After his conversation with James he’d sought out
Cadeon
to see if he could shed any light on the way he was
thinking. Every time he dropped her off Stephen struggled to drive away. He
wanted to keep his eye on her at all times. When she wasn’t by his side, he
grew impatient for the time to go to have her back next to him.

Their time together was filled with consuming passion.

He tried to find out who had sent a note to both him and James. Rebecca
for the time being was safe as Tate and Kevin kept her safe. The only time he
could forget all the chaos happening around him was when Ursula was with him.

November was at a close, and December looked to be an even crazier month
than the one before. Ursula was determined to get him in the festive mood. He,
personally, hadn’t celebrated Christmas since his parents passed away. There
were times he wondered why he’d stopped living because of the lack of his
parents’ presence.

In the event of the spirit he invited the few members of the club to his
home for drinks. James couldn’t make it as Ravage was undergoing some staffing
problems. Another note had arrived with the same threat. Neither of them could
go to the police. If they went to the police they would have to give them
access to their clubs, which defeated everything they’d been told by their
fathers.

He watched Ursula getting ready. The red dress she wore moulded against
her curves, making his cock ache. She truly was a sensational beauty and the
woman who owned his heart. His doubts were still in place about the whole
possessive feeling, but he knew he loved her. She conversed and fought with him
on a daily basis, and the sex was
more fiery
than
anything he’d ever experienced.

“Why did we have to invite my friends for drinks?” he asked.

“This is not just your friends but your board of directors. You own
several companies, Mr. Knox, and you asked me before I became your girlfriend
to organise this little get-together.” She walked to the bed showing him her
back. “Zip me, please.”

Instead of zipping up her dress, he pressed his hands inside the dress,
kissing her neck as she moaned.

“You’re not playing fair.”

“We can ignore the door, and I’ll make it worth your while.” He tried to
tempt her. Her hair lay in spiral curls down her back. He loved her hair like
this. She looked absolutely stunning, and he’d paid for her to have her hair
done. Stephen had to force her to accept his gifts. He wanted her to have
everything.

He reached up in the front of the dress, cupping her bra-covered tits.

“We can’t,” she said.

“Yes, we can.” He pushed the dress off her shoulders exposing her creamy
shoulders for him to kiss. Her eyes closed as she leaned back against him.

Stephen stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked so beautiful
in his arms, her body so open for him to give her pleasure.

She caught his hands. “I spent weeks organising this. Please, I’ll make
it worth
your
while if you go down
and host this party together.”

He sighed and gave in. There was no way he could refuse the pleading
look in her eyes. “I’ve got a gift that I want you to wear.”

“I’ve told you not to buy me gifts, Stephen.”

“I wanted to.” He pulled the dress back into place then zipped the back.
He didn’t want to zip her up. “You’ll take the gift.”

She didn’t argue. Stephen gave her a quick fleeting kiss before going to
his jacket. He pulled out the small square box. After taking her to the college
campus on Monday, he’d gone into the city and purchased several pieces of
expensive jewellery. The moment he saw the ring he was about to give her, he
knew it would look perfect on her. He needed to put something on her so other
men would know who she belonged to.

“Wear this for me.” He sat on the edge of the bed with the box resting
on his palm.

“Stephen?” She sounded nervous.

“It’s not a wedding ring. This is just a token of my affection.”

Her hand trembled as she took the box from him. She opened the lid, and
he heard her gasp.

“Stephen.” His name came out in a breathless sigh. “It’s beautiful. You
don’t have to buy me any gift.”

He waved his hand at her comment. There was so much more he wanted to
say to her. Stephen took the box from her hands, took the ring out of the slit,
and slid the delicate diamond ring on her finger. He made sure to linger a
little. The token of his affection and the mark of his ownership
was
on her. He moved to her jewellery box and removed the
golden necklace from its perch. She stood waiting for him. Stephen pushed her
curls out of the way to fit the pendant necklace round her. This necklace had
belonged to his mother. His father had told him that the oldest son in the
family had to give the necklace to the woman they loved, the woman whom they
felt so possessive towards. He knew his feelings for Ursula were verging on
obsession. He spent
every waking moment thinking
about
her. Her thoughts and emotions were always on his mind.

“This is such a beautiful necklace,” she said.

Laying a kiss to the back of her neck, he let her curls slide down in
place. “It was a family heirloom.”

“It’s an heirloom. Stephen, you never told me this was that valuable.”
She tried to take the necklace off, but he stopped her.

“Stop it.” He ordered her. She stopped immediately. He knew there was a
tone of voice he used which got her to do what he wanted straight away. “This
is an heirloom passed down to the first-born
son, who then
give
it to a woman ... a woman of importance to him.”

“You should save it for the woman you’re going to marry,” she said.

I’m staring at the woman I’m going
to marry. You own me, Ursula.
Heart, mind, body, and soul.
I am yours.

He thought the words that he was unable to say out loud. “I gave the
necklace to you, Ursula. I want you to wear it.
No one else.”
He spun her to face him. “I don’t want you taking those off. Do you
understand?”

“I don’t know. These are expensive.”

“No. I want you to keep the ring and the necklace on.” Stephen stared at
her, feeling desperate to have her submit to him at this point.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, her full body pressing against
his. His cock thickened as it always did at her close proximity. “I promise.
You’re a strange man. Do you know that?”

“I never said I was normal.”

“No, you’re not. You have a grumpy attitude, and you always make me
forget the difference between us.”

“What differences?” he asked.

She licked her lips, her tongue peeking out. He got the vision of her on
her knees before him as he slid his cock into her mouth. A moan escaped him.
“Now who’s not playing fair?”

“What?” she asked, looking all
innocent.

“I will tie you to my bed if you don’t stop licking your lips.” He moved
her back toward the end of the poster, pinning her against the framework.

“Tie me to the bed? That sounds awfully kinky for a guy who has a silver
spoon up his ass,” she said, teasing him.

“So, you think men who have money can’t be kinky?” He smiled thinking
about all the wealthy powerful men at his club. Not all of the men had been
born into wealth, but a great deal of them had.

“I know what I see in the movies and read. Wealthy men like to be
dominated.”

He flung his head back and laughed. An image of
Cadeon
,
James, Lucas, and the others tied up in leather ready to be flogged entered his
mind.

“You have a lot to learn,” he said.

“Are you going to teach me?” She pressed her body against him, her
pelvis pressing against his cock. He slapped her ass causing her to yelp.

“I’m more than willing to teach you.” He soothed the area he slapped.
She went to say something more, but the doorbell rang. They both groaned. “We
could still ignore it.”

“No. I probably have a reputation for being a gold-digger. I don’t want
to give them any more cause to doubt me.”

“They wouldn’t dare say anything bad about you,” Stephen said.

“Why not?”

“I’m a powerful man, and I can crush them like they’re bugs.”

She chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“I’ll go and answer the door.”

“Don’t be grumpy.”

“Why spoil my reputation?” He left the room as she threw a pillow in his
direction. The fire inside him had eased the moment he put the ring and
necklace on her. He passed a picture of his mother in the hall way on the way
towards the front door. She wore the necklace in the portrait. His mother
looked beautiful and happy. He hoped to one day give Ursula the same happiness.

He opened the door with the scowl returning. Members of the club had
arrived, along with a couple of the directors on his board. He didn’t like
entertaining in his home. This was the first year he’d done any entertaining.
Cadeon
, with Violet and Lucas, walked in first.

“It’s cold out there. I was freezing my nuts off,” Lucas said.

Cadeon
laughed. “I was surprised to get an
invite.” He held Violet at his side, a protective arm around his woman. “Where
is your woman, anyway? She’s been getting a lot of speculation just recently.”

As if she heard them, Ursula appeared at the top of the stairs. “Has
Stephen become grumpy again?”

She began to descend the stairs. Stephen felt a lump form in his throat.
In the light of the hall and stairs she looked absolutely stunning. He moved to
the stairs oblivious to the glances coming their way.

Stephen held out his hand, which she took.

“Isn’t he always grumpy? You look gorgeous, Ursula,”
Cadeon
said. Stephen introduced her to Violet. Both women went into the kitchen. The
waiters arrived to bring help with drinks. In no time at all, the small dinner
was in full swing. Stephen hated every second of her being in the company of
other men. He wanted to pull her away from everyone and keep her to himself.

He took a long drink of whiskey. Sean turned up, and he sat with the men
from the club. They asked him for updates on the problems he’d told them
happening between Ravage and Possession.

“What does James think about everything?” Sean asked.

“He has his team on it, and so do I. The last thing we need is either
club to become public knowledge.” Stephen sipped his beer, at the same time
searching for Ursula. She stood with Violet. No one else was next to them.

“You feel it, too, don’t you?”
Cadeon
asked.

“Feel what?” Stephen tore his gaze away from her to stare at his friend.

“The need to go to her.
You feel yourself losing control
when a man takes a step in her direction.”

“I don’t see you going to Violet,” Stephen said.

“It doesn’t mean I don’t want to. I’ve clocked three men who have their
eye on my woman. The moment anyone makes a move towards her, she’ll be back
here with me.”

Stephen gazed into his empty glass thinking about what
Cadeon
said. He didn’t want to admit to the feelings he
described. For some reason he was still holding himself back from the truth.