Wicked Obsession (Bend to My Will #6) (2 page)

Chapter 3

The hotel was on the beachfront along the Barceloneta Boardwalk, and the room had panoramic views over the city by the port. The Mediterranean was a lovely blue against the sandy shore. Jacob was right that the Hotel W was worth exploring.

Vivienne couldn’t get over the lap pool with its disappearing edge blending into the view of the sea. Sun terraces surrounded the deck, crowded with guests soaking up the warm summer rays. There were a couple of restaurants, plus a rooftop bar on the twenty-sixth floor.

Each room had a name; theirs was called the Extreme Wow Room, which described it very well. The three-bedroom penthouse was the size of a condo, with an exterior terrace, sun beds for lounging, a private Jacuzzi, and even a surround sound system. The design of the room was sleek, modern, and trendy, which matched the rest of the hotel.

Vivienne couldn’t take her eyes off the fabulous views, with the sprawling city of Barcelona wrapped around the harbor dotted with boats. There was a long dining table and a kitchenette, although it would get no use. Vivienne wanted to see all she could of the city, so eating in was out of the question.

The first day, Vivienne wore Jacob out, either taking in the hotel ambience or walking along the boardwalk. “There will be plenty of time to lie in the sun,” she said. “I want to take in the sights.”

Barceloneta Beach was spotlessly clean and not that crowded. Jacob held her hand, and they strolled the boardwalk for a while. Then they had chilled white wine with a plate of wafer thin slices of jamón ibérico. It was a type of cured ham made from pigs that roamed oak forests along the border of Spain and Portugal. Acorns were part of their diet, which affected the flavor of the ham. It had a rich, nutty flavor, with a touch of sweetness.

Later they walked to the Gothic Quarter in the center of the old city, not far from the hotel. “It’s one of the most interesting places to visit in Barcelona,” Jacob said.

The district was a fusion of buildings from many different time periods. The area was distinctive, with its antique buildings, narrow streets, and near absence of traffic. Most of the streets were for pedestrians only, built like a well-organized labyrinth, and many of them leading to small squares. One of the biggest tourist attractions was Royal Square which had many clubs and restaurants. “This square draws crowds for celebrations, such as after a football championship, or New Year’s Eve,” Jacob said.

There was so much to explore that Vivienne regretted they weren’t staying longer. When Jacob had to attend to business, the hotel was a luxurious respite where she enjoyed the spa services, sunned on the lounges, or walked on the beach. She learned to love olives with everything, and even tried gooseneck barnacles. A server explained that they were an old Spanish tradition, and tapas bars served them on lettuce with garlicky aioli.

Some of Jacob’s work involved trips to wineries, so he took Vivienne with him. One day they visited a producer of cava, Spanish sparkling wine made in the same way as champagne. It was an ancient winery surrounded by vineyards.

Afterward, they went to Oller del Mas, a winery in a medieval castle, where they tasted several red wines, including Merlot, Syrah, and Cabernet Franc. The lunch was tapas, small savory Spanish appetizers made from local produce, such as olives, cheese, and battered, fried baby squid.

The tenth-century castle was lovely, and Vivienne was mesmerized by the view from the tower. While Jacob talked business, Vivienne strolled through the surrounding vineyards, enjoying the idyllic setting. The warmth of the sun radiated across the valley, and the beauty of the countryside exuded tranquility.

Vivienne couldn’t imagine visiting Barcelona without eating plenty of seafood. For dinner, which was at seven that evening, Jacob took her to La Mar Salada, where they ordered the black rice with prawns and monkfish. Although Vivienne had noticed that the locals drank wine from any type of glass, no special stemware required, the restaurant poured the Albariño in the long-stemmed glasses she was used to. They languished over the meal and even had dessert, which was a smelly cheese that melted in her mouth, served with port wine.

Over the days in Catalonia, Vivienne was enthralled with the culture and history, listening to the Catalan or Spanish languages spoken throughout the region, along with liberally imbibing the food and wine. The capital city of Barcelona stood out with its quirky art and architecture, imaginative food, and vibrant street life.

People in the countryside got together in open areas, and brought wood planks with sawhorses to create makeshift tables where families danced to guitar music. They drank wine, and nibbled on cheese with plenty of olives. One evening, through a friend of a friend, Jacob was invited to a get-together, and Vivienne had such a good time. The fancy restaurants had nothing on the festive spirit and good food enjoyed informally.

It seemed so natural to end the day with tapas and a good bottle of wine. Since dinners were late, Vivienne got into the swing of taking a longer lunch that included a nap, as was the custom. The nights in the hotel suite were as memorable as the days in the countryside.

One evening, after attending an authentic flamenco dance show at Palau de la Música, they went back to the room and sat on the terrace gazing out at the dark blue water, the city lights sparkling along the coastline.

Vivienne was thankful for the quiet. “As much as I enjoyed the dancing,” she said, “my ears are hurting from all the yelling, loud clapping, and stomping.”

Jacob laughed. “The audience had a lot of spirit.”

The padded lounges they sat on faced the ocean, with slanted windows offering a view of the sky. As was their habit, they’d dressed up for the theater. Jacob wore ivory-colored linen slacks, tailored to his narrow hips and lean thighs. His short-sleeved dress shirt was pale gold, making the blue of his eyes striking in contrast. He’d removed his belt, and his shoes, so when he bent his knees his bare feet rested on the padding.

He looked so casual, and so impossibly touchable. Vivienne eyed his bare feet, wanting to kiss them, but just looking was sensual enough for now. Her eyes roamed over Jacob’s body, and she admired the bulge of his biceps where his shirt sleeves touched his skin. The shirt was fitted, showing off his muscled chest. When her eyes lingered a bit too long over the bulge in his slacks, Jacob reached out to her.

Vivienne wore a light summer dress with a green lace overlay. It was feminine but not too fussy. She had kicked off her high heels, and while Jacob had been occupied, she’d removed her panties. The tiny bra she wore wouldn’t provide much of a challenge. Jacob pulled her onto his lap with her back against his chest.

With her legs stretched out on the lounge between his bent knees, Vivienne’s toes extended toward the ocean and her butt pressed against Jacob’s erection. He wrapped one arm around her waist, nuzzling and sniffing her hair.

“You always smell so good,” Jacob said. He kissed the top of her head, then Vivienne tipped to the side so he could kiss her jaw. When she turned to look up at him, Jacob’s mouth covered hers, and she melted into his hot kiss.

The tastes of wine and male seduced her, and Vivienne’s sex heated instantly. She felt the air caress underneath the dress, turned on by her own nakedness. Jacob’s tongue delved into her mouth, slashing against hers, making her moan softly in the back of her throat.

Roughly Jacob reached for the hem of her dress and yanked it up, groaning when he discovered her bare sex. His fingers were hot against her skin and his shaft hard against her ass. Jacob fingered her pussy, and it was all the more decadent since she was facing the window out to the bay.

Up that high, it was unlikely anyone could see, but the thought that they might was erotic. Jacob dipped two fingers inside her, making a virile sound as he continued to kiss her hard. Vivienne squirmed against him, causing him to gasp.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Jacob undid his pants, and Vivienne raised her hips so he could lower them to mid-thigh. With her dress up around her waist, Jacob lifted her just enough to angle his swollen cock inside. Being so wet, she slipped over easily, and dropped down on him, welcoming the stretch.

Tipped back against Jacob, with his heat buried deep, Vivienne gazed into the night sky, unseeing. He felt too damn good inside her, big and virile. She panted softly as he stroked inside her, not too fast but just enough to drive her crazy.

“Vivienne…”

The sound of her name, the way Jacob said it, made her feel desired. Vivienne was Jacob’s woman, and she was proud of it. She clenched her strong inner muscles around his cock, squeezing and holding tight. He put his palm on her vulva, putting pressure then making circular motions.

“Oh, God,” Vivienne gasped. The sensation came fast, and her clit tensed. The feel of his palm pressing down radiated the rhythm deeper into her sex. Jacob throbbed once inside her, and she knew he was close.

It wouldn’t have mattered, because he showed no mercy in his ministrations to her. As Jacob fucked harder, he fingered her clit while continuing to circle his palm over her sensitive area. Pleasure flooded her veins like lava, and Vivienne cried out. Her belly flattened as she clenched deep in her core.

Jacob slammed against her pussy, and groaned as he exploded into her. Vivienne lost it, and cried out, letting the convulsions of orgasm sweep her up. The vast sky loomed overhead, and the dark blue sea had no end, just like the sensations that engulfed her. Only Jacob’s arm around her waist kept her from falling apart, his strength an anchor against her fierce release.

Vivienne relaxed into a sweet cloud of satisfaction, her head against Jacob’s chest. He was still inside her, still holding her. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she merely squeezed his thigh, as she was too weak to speak.

The city lights twinkled in the distance, and gradually Vivienne came back into herself. She lifted up for Jacob to pull out. “Come,” he said, standing up beside the lounge and taking her hand. She went with him to the Jacuzzi farther along the terrace, where they stripped off their clothes and dipped into the swirling water. It was under the slanted windows, open to the dark night, with the feel of being outside.

Leaning her head against the side, Vivienne looked across at Jacob. He searched for her feet under the water, and rubbed his toes against hers. “I enjoy having you with me,” he said, his blue eyes filled with emotion. It looked like he wanted to say more, so Vivienne remained silent.

“Do you know what you mean to me, Vivienne?”

“Jacob…” Yet she stopped before saying more than she should.

“I want what we have,” Jacob said. “I need more…and more. Being together isn’t only about sex, as opposed to what I thought in the beginning.”

Vivienne held her breath.

“I want your company, your smiles, your wit.” Jacob put his legs against hers, as if to feel her closer. “You are a special woman, Vivienne. And being away like this is…nice. Too nice, really.”

Vivienne’s heart fell.

“It is a bubble of safety, away from the pressures of the real world,” Jacob said. “For a while…nothing can touch us.” He took a breath. “But eventually…the bubble will burst.”

“Why can’t it last, Jacob?” Momentarily hope surged, although Vivienne held back from voicing her feelings. She was unable to decipher what he meant exactly.

Jacob’s expression was melancholy when it should have been happy. “It can’t last because I’m messed up. As I tried to tell you, the rage I harbor inside me is a danger. It will explode someday, given the right provocation…and even I don’t know what that might be.”

“But you wouldn’t hurt me,” Vivienne said. “I know you wouldn’t.”

Jacob hesitated for a beat. “But I almost
did
, baby. I came so close that you had to use your safe word.”

“That was different,” Vivienne said.

“No, it wasn’t. I allowed the edge of anger to surface, to fuel my need…and that’s dangerous.” Jacob grabbed her wrists and pulled her onto his lap. “I have more self-control than that. I
must
have.”

Vivienne’s lips were so close that she felt Jacob’s breath against her cheek. She loved him so much, and hated to hear him say such things. When he wrapped his arms around her, Vivienne folded against him, accepting his kiss.

As if in a desperate plea, Jacob dug his hand in her hair, pressing her into the kiss. Vivienne drank him in, then straddled his lap under the water. He was hard for her, and the urge to have him was all consuming. Jacob put his hands on her waist, lifting her up to penetrate her.

When he plunged all the way in, Vivienne whimpered. She floated over him, with her legs stretched out along his. Jacob’s throbbing cock was the center of her world, and the threat that what they had might not last made her want him all the more.

Holding on to the side, Vivienne moved over him, and Jacob kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her jaw. “Vivienne…” The jet spray pulsed underneath the surface, making waves in the water that massaged them. The water swirled and pumped against Vivienne’s belly and her sex, making her clench tighter.

With Jacob’s shaft piercing her and the water caressing her in a steady rhythm, Vivienne’s arousal spiraled higher. God, how she wanted him. With his feet on a step in the tub, Jacob rocked up into her, then groaned loud and long.

Jacob’s body turned to iron, his lovely blue eyes glistening with erotic desire, then he released, pouring his cum inside her. Vivienne felt every pulse, every spurt, clinging to the edge of the precipice. But as Jacob relaxed underneath her, she came hard with her pussy like a fist over him, while the water tapped against her clit.