Obsession Page 5

  I never had to try hard. The women, they flocked to me. Money and power have that effect on people.

  “Right I want to know what the fuck happened today, how it all went tits up” I direct my question at Jake, he has pissed me off and I’m not sure that just pinning him against the wall was enough to satisfy the thirst I have for his blood.

  “Boss I said I’m sorry. I called as soon as I realised it was Darren. Next time I won’t hesitate to take him on.”

  “You won’t get another chance, so don’t disappoint me again, if he had harmed her, you would not be sitting here.” he nods his head frantically understanding the meaning behind my words. I will kill him if he fucks up again.

  “Right Malc, as for you, run it by me again how you got Cami, with everything that went on I might have a few details wrong.” Malc tenses up when I mention Cami’s name. He looks pissed off all of a sudden. I will have to find out what that is about later when Jake is not around, and it’s just him, whiskey and me.

  “I went after her like you said to. I ran down the stairs of the apartment. When I got out of the building he was dragging her towards his car the knife was hanging at his side, so I knew he had no hold of Camilla other than his hand, so I crept up behind him, when he got to his car he had her half pinned to the car, he was fumbling with his keys when I hit him on the back of the head with my gun. He slumped forward and I picked up Camilla and brought her back upstairs the rest you know.” His explanation was as I expected. The only thing that pissed me off was the fact that he was still breathing. He won’t be for long. I will personally end his life. I will take great pleasure in knowing that I control his final breath.

  “That’s fine, what we need to do now is find him, you know that he will go underground and hide again, I want him found use every resource we have available to us, I want him in 48 hours.”

  Both men nod and stand to leave my office, to get on with the task I have set them.

  Walking into the kitchen I see Faith sat at the table with a drink in her hand. She is sat looking out of the window that has a view of the garden at the back of the house. She does not turn to me when I get closer to her. I see the silent heave of her chest and my breath catches. The sudden feeling of helplessness that I cannot fix gets a tight grip of me.

  “I know why you took me Damien, and I hate my father for what he has caused, and I know you will kill him when you find him, I overheard you in your office when I came downstairs, I listened to how Malc saved Cami and how you told them to find him.” I crouch down in front of her and lift her chin with my fingers stroking the pad of my thumb across her bottom lip, and it’s then when I look into her eyes wet with the tears that have fallen for a family that she no longer has.

  She is not weak or helpless, she is a fighter, and she is in a house with a man who had kidnapped her. A ruthless man with a fucked up moral compass. She knows I am a killer and yet she does not pull away from my touch.

  I look in to her eyes she knows what I am about to do. I look for any sign that she doesn’t want me to kiss her. She gives me a slight nod as I bring my lips down to hers, gently at first, waiting for her to respond to my touch. I gingerly press my tongue against the seam of her mouth, hoping she grants me entry. I have waited 6 months to feel her lips against mine again. The last kiss was fast and furious this one is slow and tender. I think I am trying to show her that there is more to me than what she has seen. With this kiss I pour all my emotions that I feel for her into it. I explore every little part of her mouth with my tongue. I move my hand to her cheeks so I can get even closer to her. She tastes divine. Better than the brief taste I got before I left her.

  I break the kiss and just look into her eyes. I see straight into her soul, it’s pure and whole. Not tainted by death, lies or deceit. She will either help save me, or break me. But I don’t care I will take anything she freely gives me.

  “I need you Faith,” I whisper against her lips. God help anyone who tries to take her from me.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Faith

  I pull away when he breathes those words against my lips, I don’t know what to do, and I want him so much. I ache to feel his hands all over my body his lips pressing soft kisses against my skin, his fingers pressing hard into my soft flesh.

  Would it be wrong to give in just this once to feel connected to him, I need to forget the pain.

  I lift my hand and place them on his cheeks, I see the pain in his eyes. I don’t want to see it I want to erase it. So I forget my thoughts and follow what my body wants. I bring my lips inches from his. Wanting him to know that I need this as much as he does.

  “You have me.” I say to him. The change is instant, he grips me harder pulling me to stand with him, I don’t fight I follow where he leads. His lips come down against mine, harder this time. Passion flows through the kiss, he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, all the while he is kissing me, I grip onto him tighter while he carries me out of the kitchen.

  I don’t remember much about getting to his bedroom. His lips never leave mine as he gently places me down on the bed.

  His hands pull off my pink sheath top exposing my plain white cotton bra, shit I had forgotten I wore this plain set, well come to think about it, when I got ready this morning I didn’t think I would be having sex tonight that’s for sure.

  He pops the button open on my jeans and pulls the zip down slowly, while his mouth is laying tender kisses down my stomach, his hands grip the waist band of my jeans and he gently tugs them down, I lift my arse slightly to make it easier for him.

  With my jeans off I am left in my white thong and bra. His breath against my skin causes it to get goose pimples.

  “You’re stunning Faith. I have dreamt about this so many times,” he says against my stomach. It’s in this moment, I don’t care that this should not be happening.

  His kisses burn my skin they make me feel alive. He starts trailing them across my hips, he is getting lower, his fingers go to pull my thong down and I tense up, he stops suddenly looking at me. I suddenly feel very exposed, the memory of what Conner tried to do to me, and the fact that I’m still a virgin is starting to make me feel ashamed of myself. How can a man like Damien, who is so commanding and strong, want someone shy and pathetic like me?

  “What’s wrong?” his concern is sweet but how do I tell him? How do I tell him that I had visions of Conner holding me down and the fact that I’m a virgin? I have messed around in college and stuff but never all the way. It never bothered me until right now. I want that intimacy with Damien.

  I turn my head so I can look into his eyes as I speak to him.

  “I’m ok Damien. I just don’t know what happens now. I have never really done anything like this before.” His gaze is alarming and I think that I have said something wrong. I was only trying to be honest with him. I hear him exhale and smile at me.

  “Are you still a virgin Faith?” I nod at his question feeling exposed under his intense gaze.

  “How can that be, you’re 24?” his reply pisses me off a little, I’m still lying half naked on his bed.

  “Well I never planned on staying a virgin. With school, and a dad that betrays you. Then with what Conner tried to do. Well let’s just say, it just never happened.” I snap at him.

  “So you will belong to me and only me? See, now I like that plan.” Do I want to belong to Damien yes I do. I want him to erase the memory of what Conner tried to do.

  Damien can do that, I know he has the power to replace that scumbags every touch, he can create new memories, ones I actually want to go to sleep to remember. If I only have this once, I want it to be with him.

  “Yes, I will belong to you.” my words seem to make his last bit of control snap. He smashes his mouth against mine in a kiss. This is not just a kiss. He is branding me, claiming me as his. When his lips do break away from mine, I’m left panting and breathless.

  “I’m not Conner, Faith you say stop, I will stop. Do you trust me?” At
his words I realise it’s true. I do trust him. I trust him to keep me safe, I trust him to protect me, but most of all I trust him with my heart and my body.

  “Yes” I breathe it’s the only word I manage. He gets up and starts to take his clothes off. His shirt is the first thing that gets thrown onto the floor, leaving me free to stare at the god-like quality of his chest. He is pure muscle, every muscle is defined and taut, my eyes wander over his tattooed arms, and then down to the v that leads to his… oh good Lord.

  As my eyes drop, so do his pants. I see his cock, it’s beautiful, there’s no other way to describe it, standing hard and straight. I snap my eyes up quickly to his. He smirks at me and starts to advance towards me. I let him pull my bra and thong off. His kisses trail up and down my body. I automatically open my legs for him to nestle between them, his fingers find my core and he inserts one inside me and I feel the moisture that now coats his finger. He works it faster, only going deep enough to push against the barrier, I don’t know how much more of this I can take, and the pleasure is phenomenal. I feel my body climbing higher, and then when he applies his thumb to my clit I explode crying out, his name on my lips.

  “Perfect” he says, He positions himself at my entrance.

  “Shit I need to get a condom, hang on” I keep my hold on to him not wanting to let him go

  “I’m on the pill, Damien, please.” I plead with him I’m ready, I want to feel all of him.

  “You will be the only one, I have ever not worn a condom for. I’m clean, are you sure Faith? If we do this, if I feel all of you, I won’t give you up again Faith, I can’t.”

  His words melt my heart and I say the first thing that comes to mind.

  “Please, Damien.” he moans at my words, and starts to push forward. Oh fuck that’s tight, I feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. I feel him stop, and then he slowly withdraws before he pushes himself all the way in. I yelp at the sharp pain that runs through me. When he is all the way inside he pauses, and holds himself there letting me adjust. After a moment the pain subsides, and I feel pleasure it burns through my body like a wave, looking up at Damien. “I’m ok now.” He nods his head and starts to pull back out and push back in. We start to build a rhythm. When I’m moving my hips to meet each of his thrusts, I feel that climb again. He kisses me again and I float away, wanting to feel every ounce of power he holds in that stunning body. I start to claw at his back wanting him to move faster. I need to reach that peak again. “Faster, please Damien.” he hears my words and starts to speed up, but with speed, comes his raw power. Each thrust moves me further up his bed. Clinging to him. As my body climbs I am right on the edge, but something is missing. I don’t know what I need. When he looks into my eyes he must see, he places his thumb against the little nub and rubs. “Come for me Faith, right now. I want to feel every part of you over my cock.” at his words I detonate around him. I feel him tense inside of me, I feel his warm release deep inside of me. My eyes flutter closed, as I ride the waves until I come back down from heaven.

  I wince a little as he pulls out. He rolls to the side and pulls me into him, putting his arm around me, holding me securely to him. He is kissing me, while running his other arm up and down the length of my spine. I soon drift off into a peaceful sleep.

  When I wake, the light shining through the windows tells me that I must have slept here all night. I feel the spot at the side of the bed and notice that it’s still warm. A pang of disappointment floods me, realising that I’m alone. Stretching out my arms, I get out of bed and I feel the slight sting between my legs. Padding over to the bathroom.

  I switch the shower on. I fell in love with this bathroom as soon as I saw it. The walk in shower is all glass it has more jets and heads than any one person really needs. But I bet they do feel heavenly against your skin.

  The wall of mirrors that the twin sinks are against is opposite the shower, the room feels light and airy, the tones of cream used in the tiles on the wall, they match some of the creams in the bedroom.

  Stepping inside the shower, I feel the warm spray encase my body, the heat from the water, firing out of the jets is cleaning me from head to toe. The only downside is that it is washing away the feel of Damien.

  I quickly finish washing, and step out. Wanting to get dried and dressed for the day, I head into the bedroom wanting to find my clothes. I need to check on Cami. I feel like a shit friend. I didn’t even check on her last night. What sort of person does that? I dumped her. Basically because I wanted to be with him, oh God what must she think of me especially after everything that happened to her yesterday?

  Throwing on some black yoga pants and my white vest top, I sit on the bed, my head starts to ache with everything that has happened in the last 24 hours. What sort of person sleeps with a man that held them captive! We can’t have a life together. I don’t think I would be ok knowing what he does for a living. With the little bit of information I do know about him, I know that he is dangerous, powerful and feared by most. Thinking back to yesterday when he held Jake against the wall and then he beat him to a pulp. Then told them to get my dad found, I know he will kill him, once his men find him. I am not so bothered about him, its Damien’s soul that I worry about, how much darkness can one person live with before they can never come back to the light.

  Damien does have good inside of him, I know that he has, I’ve seen it. I think that’s why I am not running. He did let me go and he has been looking after me ever since. When I have needed him he has been there. Watching me, protecting me.

  I just don’t think, I am what he needs to save his soul. I don’t think I have enough strength left to try. The single tear that falls down my cheek, that one tear is the passing of what could have been, if we had met in another life, another time and definitely under different circumstances. I would have been his everything, and I never would have ever doubted him.

  I have had enough of this pity party for one now. I decide I need to go and see my girl. I leave the bedroom to go and find Cami’s room. I find myself at the foot of an oak spiral stair case that has a floating handrail, it is a sight to behold. I walk up the beautiful staircase and down the long hallway, this is how much of a bad friend I am. I don’t even know which room she is in. How pathetic is that.

  I knock gently on the first door. Waiting for a reply, I hear nothing so I proceed to the next door further down the hall. Raising my hand to knock again. I pause when I hear the muffled voices from the other side of the room. Quietly listening I recognise Cami’s voice straight away and I think the other one is Malc’s. Now knowing whom the voices belong to I knock.

  The door flings open, and a very angry looking Malc, stands in the doorway. His fists are clenched tight at his sides.

  “What.” he shouts but then realising that it’s me stood in front of him at the door. He lets out an exaggerated breath.

  “Sorry Faith.”

  “It’s ok, I just wanted to see if Cami is ok” I tell him, God I feel really awkward just standing here. He nods and steps aside so that I can pass.

  I see Cami sat on the couch in the bedroom. She is looking out of the window. Just sat staring she looks fragile.

  “Will you give us a minute, please Malc?” I ask him, I want to talk to my friend without a chaperone.

  “Of course, I will just be outside Camilla” with that he turns and leaves us to it.

  I tentatively make my way over to the couch and sit down beside her. She gives me a glance, and then her tears fall.

  “I’m so sorry Cami, I hope they catch my dad and punish him. I really do. Because what he did to you is unforgivable.” She nods at my words but does not speak.

  “Talk to me Cami, please, is it because of what happened yesterday why you are crying.”

  She shakes her head, and looks down to her folded hands that rest in her lap.

  “Then why are you crying, what’s happened?” I beg her to talk to me.

  She shakes her head again and I know I am not goi
ng to get anything out of her. So I decide to talk about Damien and me. See if she will at least talk about that with me.

  “They’re going to find him Cami, I promise. But I need to talk to you about something. I spent the night with Damien.”

  She whips her head around so fast at my words, I think she is going to get whiplash.

  “What do you mean you spent the night?” she speaks, I let out a breath, I knew that would get her talking.

  “Fine I shall rephrase, I had sex with him and spent the night in his bed.”

  I can’t believe I have just said that out loud, when I close my eyes I can still feel his lips on my skin, his hand on my body, his dick buried deep inside of me. I know it’s wrong but I want all of that again.

  “Why Faith? Why would you sleep with him? It’s because of him that we are stuck in this house. I am afraid to go home Faith, if it’s not him wanting you, then it’s your father. He is trying to either sell you or kill you. Can’t you see how fucked up this is Faith.”

  What can I say to that? She is right, I know she is, and I love her all the more for her honesty. Even after what she has been through she is brave and calling me out on my bullshit.

  “I didn’t plan it. It just happened Cami. I was selfish and wanted to forget all about the shit for a minute. I wanted to just be a woman with a man. I wanted to feel Cami. I have spent the last 6 months feeling dead inside. I wanted him to get rid of every trace of Conner, wherever his hands had been or touched I wanted Damien’s to replace them.”

  “Are you forgetting one little fact, this all started because of him.” she shouts at me.

  So as calmly as I can manage I reply. The only fact that I am sure of in this whole mess, it was not Damien who caused all this mess.

  “No Cami, my father started this!”

  She huffs at me when I finish speaking.