Obsession (14 page)

Leo

There are a few men in this world I consider true friends. Ramón was one of them. Lucky for him, because the appreciative look he was giving Hannah would have gotten him killed otherwise. And only after a good deal of pain and torture, but I couldn’t blame him.

Hannah was a striking young woman who radiated life and innocence in a way that made me want to shelter her, protect her fragile beauty. She was an irresistible temptation to men such as me and Ramón. Especially when she was so pretty after she came. A high blush colored her cheeks, and her breath still panted out a little bit fast. The dress set off her elegant body beautifully, and she somehow managed to exude class in what was no doubt an uncomfortable situation for her. But I knew what a dirty girl she was beneath the thin veneer of civilization.

Plus, the room reeked of the musk from her dripping cunt. These men could taste it with their every breath, and I knew her slit was as delicious as it smelled. The guard standing to Ramón’s right took a slow, deep breath in through his mouth and I tried to keep from growling.

Some may think that by allowing Ramón and his men hear and watch her climax, I was sharing them with her, but it couldn’t be further from the truth. That sexual act was my public stamp on her with these men, a branding that could not be mistaken for anything else. I know Judith, and I know she’ll be tempted to see if Ramón can sway Hannah’s affections for me. He can be very charming when he wants to be, but I don’t think Judith counted on how much he’d changed over the past year.

Gone was the playboy known for breaking women’s hearts right and left, and in his place stood a cold man who looked at most females with contempt.

I couldn’t imagine the kind of woman it was going to take to break through his defenses, and wondered if he already had a girl in mind.

That is, if this worked.

I could feel Hannah getting ready to bolt, but Ramón still had a way with women, because the warm smile he gave her made Hannah hesitate. “It’s nice to meet you. Forgive the interruption, but I have some pressing business with Leo that can’t wait.”

Fuck business. I didn’t want to let her go, craved her touch, but Ramón wouldn’t have come here without a good reason. I’d hoped to have at least a few days with her, uninterrupted, so I could imprint myself on her the way she’d imprinted herself on me. I was her slave, plain and simple, would do anything for her, and I worried about her learning just how obsessed I was with her. Even now I could scarcely believe I was touching her, that she curved herself into my side, trusted me to support her light weight.

Sure enough, Hannah tried to pull away. “Of course. I can just get my things—”

“No,” I said, maybe a bit too harshly. “Please, this won’t take long. Stay.”

Her soft caramel-brown eyes looked up at me and I could easily read her lingering embarrassment. The vulnerability in her gaze, how she seemed honestly worried that I didn’t want her here, all tugged at the pit of my stomach, making me feel unfamiliar but pleasant things. Her pink, swollen lips pulled into a delicious pout, only increasing her air of sultry innocence.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to be an imposition.”

“It won’t take long,” Ramón said in a gentle, almost coaxing purr that raised my hackles. “Please, don’t leave on our account. I know Leo would be pissed if I scared you away, so spare me the ass-kicking, if you would.”

Hannah’s chiming giggle drew everyone’s attention as she smiled at Ramón, then up at me, her dark eyes flashing with sweet humor. “Well, I wouldn’t want that on my conscience.”

The playful light in her doe-eyed gaze drew me in and I spiraled out of the cold darkness that was my normal state of mind, straining for the warmth of her affection. She softened me, made me weak, and I could not be weak in front of anyone but her. Conscious of the way we were being watched, I took her hand in my own and inwardly groaned at her shy smile. The way she tilted her head just so, the lace of her dark lashes framing her eyes, had my cock jerking.

“Come on, you can hang out in the media room while I do business.”

“Media room? Fancy schmancy.”

I could see Ramón watching us with fascination as she teased me. Normally I treated the women I fucked like toys, because that is what they were and that was their kink. It was a mutually beneficial relationship in which we both got off without having to deal with any bullshit. The women I kept were certainly never allowed to speak to me like an equal, and always called me Mr. Brass, but Hannah could not only say my first name, hell, she could call me anything she wanted. Every time she breathed out “Daddy” in her husky-sweet whisper, she wrapped me tighter around her little finger.

My hand drifted down to the small implant in her hip that had begun to slowly distribute a low dose of D128 into her bloodstream, keeping her arousal simmering close to the surface. Not enough to have her trying to mount every man within reach, but enough to draw her out past the painful rules of her personal demons. I’ve found that once a woman reaches a certain level of arousal, once I get her in the right headspace, the world disappears and I’m the center of her entire universe. Except with Hannah, she was the center of mine.

Stepping closer to her, I noted the way her hard nipples pressed against the fabric of her dress, rounded like gumdrops. They would be tender and soft at first beneath my lips, but after a few nips and tugs, they’d crinkle nicely and jut upwards. Long nipples like hers would look lovely in a pair of nice, tight clamps.

I wouldn’t be surprised if she masturbated while I was gone. She’d eventually be weaned down to a lower dose of D128, then off all the way once her mind was fully conditioned to crave me. In theory, her body would desire only me after a few days, but I wanted all the time I could to seduce her into loving me. I was going to spend a lifetime fucking this woman, planting my seed in her, and watching her raise our children with the kindness and tenderness I worry that I’m incapable of. In choosing Hannah as my wife, I was guaranteeing my future offspring a childhood as good as mine was, but with enough money to be able to give my family the best of everything.

But first I had to deal with Ramón’s bullshit.

Grasping her small hand in my own, I led her away from the men watching her with open interest and deeper into what would soon be our home. Like the sun room, the media room was big and built exactly to Hannah’s taste. I’d scoured her social media for postings about things she liked, and had given them to my interior designer, who translated Hannah’s contemporary, yet comfortable, dreams into reality. It was amazing what you could learn about someone now just from looking at the information they willingly shared with the world. The insights had allowed me to build her fantasy home, a glittering trap designed to make her want to live here, to stay with me. I wanted to enmesh her in my life so tightly she couldn’t escape, wouldn’t want to.

I would never give her up, and the fact that I had potentially brainwashed her into being loyal to me didn’t bother me in the least.

She gave a squeal of delight then pointed at an enormous black suede beanbag that was as big as a sofa. “Oh my God! I’ve wanted one of those forever.”

Laughing, she tore herself from my side and ran across the room, kicking off her shoes before launching herself into the beanbag, her giggles sparking over my skin as she snuggled into the plush, dark surface.

“You approve?”

She squirmed around, giving me a glimpse of her pink pussy, which made my cock ache to slip between her still wet folds. I was addicted to her cunt, couldn’t wait to sink my tongue into it again as she fed me her orgasms. Or slide into that tight heat and just stay there, biting her nipples and tickling her so her sex would clench and release around my dick. I’d show her how I could make her climax without moving my cock at all, just bring her to a pulsing orgasm over and over again until she wrung the come out of me.

“I totally approve.”

Grabbing the remote from the table, I turned on the wall-sized television, smiling as she gasped.

“Whoa.”

“Watch whatever you want. There’s a refrigerator beneath the counter, help yourself to anything you find; my maid stocks it so I have no idea what’s in there. I won’t be long.”

“Wait!” She struggled to get out of the chair that seemed to have her sucked her in. “Help me.”

I grasped her slender hand and hauled her out, surprised when she laced her arms around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. Every damn time she willingly touched me, I felt like I scored a major victory in battle and I reveled in both my satisfaction and her little moans of arousal. The way she sucked my tongue into her mouth had my cock pressing against my pants hard enough that I had to readjust myself before my dick bent in half.

Grasping her hand, I rubbed it over the bulge, trying to soothe the ache. “Feel what you do to me?”

“Mmmm, sure we don’t have time for a quickie?”

“Perfect,” I whispered against her mouth, tempted beyond reason. “I won’t be long, I promise.”

“Fine.” She pouted, then smacked my hand away with a laugh as I grabbed her ass. “Go so you can come back.”

A playful impulse, something I almost never had, made me pick her up and toss her gently back into the beanbag just to hear her laughter. After not giving a shit about anyone but myself for so long, it felt odd to care so much about another human being. But she was exceptional in every way.

Already regretting my decision to talk with Ramón, I strode through my house then into my dimly lit tan and burgundy office before slamming the heavy door behind me. “What’s going on?”

“I thought you might be interested to know that my mother had the dose of D128 Hannah’s getting upped.”

I froze, only my deeply ingrained loyalty to the cartel keeping me from hunting Judith down and wringing her neck.

She’d argued that I wasn’t giving Hannah enough, that I needed more in order for her to be in the right headspace, but a stronger dose meant danger for Hannah. The more D128 that was in a woman’s system, the more they smelled like they were fertile to men, even if they were on birth control to prevent ovulation, like the shot Hannah was on. It was an odd side effect, but in test after test, we’d found these women instantly became more desirable to the straight males around them. Gay women didn’t seem to pick up on it as much, but for men, it triggered the need to find that fertile female and breed her.

Maybe Judith hadn’t upped the dose by a lot. Maybe she’d used restraint. Maybe she’d pick the innocence of a young girl, a stranger, over her children’s future happiness.

Yeah, right.

“How bad is it? When could you smell her?”

“We were a room or two away.” He frowned. “She’s an adorable little thing, but not my type. You know I like my women extra curvy, and Hannah has the body of a ballerina. That said, up close, after you finished making her speak in tongues, the smell of her pussy still made me want her. Bad…like enough to consider whether I could lure her away from you. Just like my mother wanted, and I protested against. I told her to back off and let you do your work, but you know she’s going to try to meddle. Not just because of the experiment, but because she honestly thinks Hannah would be a good mother—which in Judith’s mind, means a good addition to the family. I’ll hold her off as long as I can, see if she’ll allow me to observe Hannah for now, and buy you some time before she starts pushing for results.”

Our jaws tightened in unison and it took a great deal of restraint to keep from trashing my office. Hannah might want to see it, and I’d rather not explain why the bookcases were torn from the walls. I don’t think she’d buy the excuse of a localized earthquake.

“Someday, Ramón, she’s going to go too far and someone is going to kill her.”

“I told her that ten years ago, and yet here she still lives and breathes, energetic enough to still fuck with our lives.”

“Do you think I can remove the implant without messing Hannah up?”

Steepling his fingers, he stared off into the distance while shaking his head. “No, no—you need to leave it. Mom’s already proven how far she’ll go to make sure this experiment is a success. You’d be better off working
with
her, rather than against her. That doesn’t mean I won’t tell her that her move was complete bullshit, but I wouldn’t mess with it. The dose won’t harm Hannah, but it does make her smell good enough that she’ll be fending off more attention than usual.”

“Which means I’ll be killing stupid-ass college boys when she goes to class.”

A ghost of a smile hovered over Ramón’s lips. “There is that. How is it going?”

He tried to keep the desperation out of his voice, but I heard it. “It’s too soon to tell, but I will say this—she is completely into my particular brand of sex.”

Arching a brow, Ramón almost smiled again. “Really? I thought she’d be a lights-off, missionary girl. You gotta admit, she lives a very…safe life. Not the kind of woman to seek out excitement or be comfortable with a Daddy.”

While I’d been watching Hannah, I’d requested that everyone else back off and leave her alone. Judith wanted men watching her, claiming she would be safer with more protection, and I’d compromised by having Judith’s men watch Hannah from an apartment across the street from hers. That was close enough to keep her safe, but not close enough to invade her privacy. Yeah, I was a stalker, but that didn’t mean I wanted anyone else coveting the treasure that was my baby girl.