Close Obsession (23 page)

“Don't worry about it,” Korum said, grinning down at her. “You can just follow my lead.”

And before she could protest, he swept her onto the dance floor, his hands firmly holding her waist. Startled, Mia grabbed his shoulders, clinging to him as he launched into an unfamiliar series of moves.

Dancing with Korum was an experience unlike any other. She wasn't sure one could even call it dancing – it was more like being picked up and carried by a tornado. For the next hour, her feet barely touched the floor as he whirled her around in a complex routine. Laughing and gasping at some of the more extreme moves, Mia could only hold on as the room spun around her. Finally, thirsty and out-of-breath, Mia had to beg him to stop.

“That was amazing!” She couldn't help the huge grin on her face as they stopped by one of the floating tables that held a variety of interesting-looking liquids.

Korum grinned back at her. “See? You can dance.” Filling a rounded cup with a pink liquid, he handed it to her.

“More like I can hang on to you as you spin me around,” Mia said, laughing at the image they must've presented. She'd felt like she was flying, and it had been an incredible sensation. Taking the cup from him, she took a sip and immediately downed the whole glass.

“That was yummy,” she said. “What is it?” It tasted like juice, but had a cool, refreshing aftertaste.

“It's a type of fruit cocktail. Very common at parties and other events.”

“You don't drink alcohol?”

“We do.” Korum pointed at the other drinks on the table. “But it's nothing that you can have. Those are designed to give
us
a buzz, so they’ll probably knock you on your sweet little rear end. So stick to this cocktail, okay?”

Mia pretended to pout. After the club incident in New York, Korum seemed to go out of his way to limit her alcohol intake. She didn't actually want anything strong enough to get a K drunk, but she found it funny that Korum felt the need to warn her away.

“Don't give me that look,” he said softly, his eyes glued to her mouth. “It makes me want to bite that delicious lower lip of yours.”

Surprised by the sudden shift in Korum's mood, Mia reflexively moistened her lips – and realized her mistake when she heard him inhale sharply.

“That's it,” he said quietly, and his voice sounded a little hoarse. “We're going home.”

And before she could say anything, he ushered her quickly through the crowd, heading decisively for the exit.

When they arrived home, he stripped off her clothes as soon as they entered the house. Bemused, Mia stood there naked, watching as he disrobed as well. He was already fully aroused, and a familiar heat burned in her belly at the hungry look in his eyes.

“You’re driving me crazy, you know that?” he said roughly, stepping toward her and lifting her up to stand on the couch. From this vantage point, she was a little taller than him, and she enjoyed the novelty of looking down at him.

“I’m not doing anything,” Mia protested, then moaned as he pressed his hot mouth to her neck, nibbling on the sensitive spot in the area. Tremors of pleasure ran down her body, and her eyes closed as he pulled her closer to him, his large hands stroking her naked back. His lips traveled down her neck to her collarbone, then lower, until his tongue was slowly swirling around her right nipple. Her insides clenched at the sensation.

He lifted his head, looking up at her with a burning amber gaze. “You exist. You make me want you just by breathing. Everything about you appeals to me – your taste, your scent, the look on your face when I am deep inside you. I can’t go a single fucking day without touching you, without feeling you in my arms. I can’t even go a few hours. And it’s not enough, Mia . . . I want more. I want everything.”

Mia’s breath caught in her throat as she stared at him. His intensity was almost frightening.

“You have everything,” she whispered, clutching his powerful shoulders. “I love you. You know that –”

“Do I?” His hands slid down her back, cupped her butt cheeks. He pulled her closer to him until her lower body was pressed against his, the tip of his hard penis prodding between her thighs.

“Of course . . .” Mia gasped as she felt him beginning to push inside.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered, and she wondered at the dark need she saw on his face. His face was flushed and his eyes glittered with some strange emotion.

Mia licked her lips. Only the head of his cock was inside her for now, and she was desperate for more. “I’m yours,” she told him softly, and then immediately cried out, her head falling back, as he entered her fully with one thrust.

“That’s right,” he whispered savagely, “you’re mine. You will always be mine.”

And for the next several hours, Mia didn’t doubt him for even a second.

* * *

“How are we getting to Florida? And can you please make some more human clothes for me? I don’t think I have enough here . . . And shoes . . . Maybe we should get some of my new clothes from New York?”

Feeling like a bundle of nerves the next morning, Mia paced up and down the kitchen, too wired to sleep past 7 a.m. despite getting less than four hours of sleep last night.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you this nervous even when you were spying on me,” Korum observed with amusement, slicing up a papaya for her breakfast smoothie. He was back to his normal self, having apparently gotten over whatever weird mood he was in last night.

Mia took a deep breath and plopped down on one of the chairs. “No, but seriously, I have nothing to wear. All I have are those jeans and the T-shirt that I was wearing earlier –”

“Do I ever not take care of that for you?”

It was true, he did. He always handled all the logistics, and everything came out perfectly fine.

“Okay, I am nervous,” Mia confessed, bringing her thumb toward her mouth to bite at the nail before she remembered that she’d gotten rid of that nasty habit in high school.

“Why? You should be happy. You’re going to see your family. Isn’t that what you wanted?”

“They’re going to find out I lied to them,” Mia impatiently explained, giving Korum a don’t-you-get-it look. “And then they’re going to flip out when they meet you –”

He sighed with exasperation. “They’re not going to flip out. We’ve discussed it already. You’re going to first tell them about me, and then I’ll do my best to reassure them of your safety and wellbeing.”

Mia jumped up, unable to sit still. “I know, but I don’t see how they would
not
flip out. I’ve never brought home a boyfriend before, and here I show up with a K. They’ve never even seen one of you except on TV.”

“Well then, they’ll have a new experience.”

Korum was completely inflexible on this topic. As far as he was concerned, her parents would just have to get used to the fact that their daughter was now his charl. Whenever Mia tried to bring up the idea of her going to Florida by herself, he would immediately shoot it down. Far too dangerous, he’d told her, and, besides, he had no intention of not seeing her for a week. When Mia had argued that they could still see each other at night – since his super-fast aircraft could get anywhere within the globe in a matter of minutes – he reminded her of the first part of his statement. Not all the Resistance fighters had been caught yet, he explained, and thus it was not safe for her to go anywhere outside of Lenkarda by herself.

Mia blew out a frustrated breath. “Okay, fine. So are we going there by the same ship that brought us here to Costa Rica?” At Korum’s nod, she continued, “And where are you planning to land? In my parents’ backyard?”

He laughed. “No, my sweet. That might frighten them too much, not to mention bring a lot of unwanted attention to your family. We’re going to land at a special section of the Daytona Beach International Airport, and I will make us a car there. Then we’ll drive to your parents’ house. Your arrival is going to be very human and straightforward.”

“And you’ll what? Sit in the car while I explain the whole thing to them?”

“I’ll drop you off and go for a drive to explore the area. You’ll call me when you’re ready for me to come by. Here, drink your smoothie and stop stressing. It’s going to be fine,” Korum said soothingly, handing her the shake.

“Thank you,” Mia told him after a few sips of the flavorful concoction. She was starting to feel marginally better. Maybe she
was
over-thinking it. “So when are we flying out?”

He shrugged. “Whenever you’re ready. We can go now if you want.”

“What? Like right this second?” Her nerves were back in full force.

Korum looked exasperated. “I said whenever you’re ready. Finish your shake, do whatever you need to do, and then we’ll go.”

“Shouldn’t I also get dressed?” Mia asked, giving him an anxious look. She was currently wearing her bathrobe and house slippers.

“Yes, you should. And if you’ll look in the closet, you’ll find an outfit I prepared specifically for today,” Korum told her patiently. “Now stop panicking and get ready. Your family is waiting.”

Almost vibrating with tension, Mia ran into the bedroom and opened the closet. Sure enough, Korum had prepared a pretty blue sundress for her and a pair of silvery flip-flops. There were no labels on either the dress or the shoes; her lover had obviously created them himself. He’d gotten the style right, however; the dress had the wide scooped neckline that had been featured in all the fashion magazines, and the flip-flops had just the right amount of sparkle to make them “casual daytime glam” – or whatever the magazines had labeled that look most recently. There was also a set of underwear for her: a sexy pair of lacy boy-cut panties and a matching strapless bra. Korum had clearly thought of everything.

Putting on her new human-style clothing, Mia studied herself critically in the mirror, trying to figure out how her parents would perceive her. In her own not-overly-modest opinion, she looked unusually well. Her skin was clear of all imperfections – even the freckles had somehow faded despite the hot sun – and her dark brown curls were smooth and glossy. The color of the dress complemented her eyes, turning them a deeper blue. Overall, she looked exactly as she felt – happy and healthy. Hopefully, that would help mitigate her parents’ concern about the situation.

Exiting the bedroom, Mia found Korum sitting in his office, apparently tweaking a design. He had changed as well, into a pair of jeans and a white polo shirt that hugged his powerfully muscled body to perfection. On his feet, he wore a pair of brown loafers that managed to look both casual and elegant.

“I’m ready,” Mia told him bravely, feeling like she was going to face the guillotine instead of her loving parents.

At the sight of her, Korum slowly smiled and golden flecks appeared in his expressive eyes. “Come here,” he said softly, pulling her onto his lap before she had a chance to protest.

Leaning down, he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth even as his hand found its way under her skirt, pressing against her lace-covered pussy. Her body reacted with swift arousal, her nipples pinching into tight buds and her sheath moistening in preparation for him.

Coming up for air, Mia moaned, “What are you doing?” His wicked fingers were now inside her panties, and she could feel them starting to stroke the area directly around her clitoris. Unable to sit still, she squirmed on his lap, feeling the tension starting to build. She couldn’t believe he was doing this to her right now, so soon after last night’s sexual marathon.

“I’m making sure you’re less stressed when you see your parents,” he murmured, and she heard the sound of a zipper being lowered. Before she could say anything else, he pulled down her underwear, leaving it hanging around her ankles, and raised her skirt. Now her naked bottom was on his lap, and his hard cock was pressing against her butt cheeks.

“Korum, please . . . I’m not sure that’s a good idea . . . Oh!” she gasped as he entered her suddenly, his thick penis pushing into her vagina without any preliminaries. With her feet bound by her panties, she couldn’t spread her legs wider for a more comfortable fit and he felt huge inside her, his shaft like a heated baton burning her from within.

“Shh,” he whispered, his fingers finding her clitoris again. “Just relax. There’s a good girl . . .”

Mia whimpered, feeling both uncomfortably full and unbearably turned on as he began to move inside her, his cock nudging at her G-spot. At the same time, he started rubbing her clit, keeping the pressure firm and steady.

Without any warning, a powerful orgasm ripped through her body, and Mia cried out, her sheath spasming around the large intruder inside. Korum groaned as well, his penis jerking inside her, releasing his seed in warm spurts as the rhythmic squeezing of her inner muscles sent him over the edge.

Feeling like a rag doll, Mia slumped against him. Her entire body was still trembling with small aftershocks, and she could hear his breathing slowly beginning to return to normal.

After about a minute, he rose and gently set her on her feet, handing her a soft tissue to wipe away the remnants of their lovemaking. “Feeling better now?” he asked, smiling at her.