Primal Obsession

by D. M. Mortier

  She still loved him, and that was all the hope he needed.

  Justin heard her shriek in outrage just as he put the last dish on the drainer. He smiled with anticipation of the confrontation ahead. He didn’t have long to wait.

  “Justin!”

  “Baby?” He tried his best to keep his eyes on her face, but God help him Nakia in only a towel covering her lush figure was an irresistible sight.

  “Don’t baby me. Get your bags out of my damn bedroom!”

  “Is that any way for you to welcome your baby daddy?”

  “Justin!”

  “Come on, baby. Don’t wake Jayla.” He crowded her space.

  “Look, I know you think that all you have to do is snap your fingers and I’ll let you back in my bed. Not this time, Jay. The next man I let in my bed will be good for me and Jayla. Mario has been amazing to us, and I should stop messing around with men who don’t love me and stick with the one I know has always loved me.”

  He knew she was just fuckin’ with him, but he still couldn’t help feeling territorial toward her. He grabbed her around the waist and threw her over his shoulder.

  “Put me down!”

  He didn’t stop to think or answer her. He was so pissed that she could even threaten him with another man, especially a man he was still trying to understand how he fitted into her life. How did this Mario have a key to her house, and how had he felt comfortable taking his daughter earlier today? He’d watched the other man today as he came into her house but had been unconcerned until now.

  She had a man in her life when he couldn’t even look at another woman. Rage and hurt warred in him for supremacy. He threw her onto the bed and followed her down.

  “Jay?”

  It normally would’ve given him pause to hear the fear in her voice, but his emotions were too far gone, too raw for him to care. Her fear told him that she realized that he wasn’t fuckin’ around. And he wasn’t. He pushed her arms over her head and trapped her body beneath him.

  She struggled, but he easily held her down.

  “Jay, get off me,” she whimpered.

  “Don’t ever talk to me about other men in your bed,” he growled. “Don’t ever threaten me with Mario, or I’ll fuckin’ end him!”

  “You know what I meant. I’m not a booty call.”

  “When have I ever treated you like a fuckin’ booty call?”

  “What do you call this?”

  “This is me reminding you about us.” In stark contrast to his harsh voice and the anger almost sending him nuclear, he kissed her cheek softly. “This is me reminding you who the fuck you belong to.” He gently kissed her other cheek. “Before the night is out, you’ll learn to never taunt me with other men.” He trailed his lips along the fragrant column of her neck. She smelled like the coconut oil and rose cream that she used after her shower. “Never say his name to me again.” The remembered taste and feel of her had him wanting more.

  “Jay,” she whimpered.

  “Have you remembered yet?” He kissed the creamy swells of her breasts.

  “Jay, please.”

  Dispensing with her towel and displaying her curvy figure, he fought like hell to not give in and give them both what they wanted without her saying the words. She was even more lush than he remembered. He stood and slowly stripped his clothes off as she watched. The raw love he saw in her eyes chipped away at the hurt and anger that were ruling him now. He sucked in a breath in relief, but he needed the words to fully satisfy him. It made him even more determined to make her admit that she was his. How dare she throw Mario at him? Of course, he’d had Mario investigated too. The little shit had had a thing for Nakia for years and didn’t try to hide it. In fact, if the house Mario had just bought was any indication, the other man was already making plans for Nakia in his life.

  “Jay…”

  “Who do you belong to, Nakia?” he demanded ruthlessly. He tormented her with kisses to her chest, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, every inch of her body except where she wanted him most. She was writhing and pleading with him, but she wasn’t saying what he wanted. She was going to admit that she was his, this body, this ass, this pussy, all his. He continued to tease and seduce her senses. “Who do you fuckin’ belong to?”

  “You, Jay. Only you.”

  He pulled a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, wringing a harsh cry from her lips. The milk coating his tongue was sweet and all her, making him even more ravenous for her. “Who, Nakia?” He wanted her complete surrender.

  “Jay!”

  “No one else gets to taste this body.” Pushing her thighs wide with his shoulders and with his palm on her ass, he lowered his head between her thighs and licked at her taut clit with hard strokes of his tongue. “Mine,” he growled before sucking her clit into his mouth.

  She screamed as an orgasm ripped through her body.

  He waited until she’d come down a little from her release before edging up her body again. “Mine!” he reminded her over and over again

  “Yes, Jay. Only you,” she managed weakly.

  “Damn straight.” He drove into her and sealed their lips at the same time. After such a long time, their kiss was raw, lusty. They devoured each other. He couldn’t get enough of her taste. It was an addiction he accepted and knew that he’d never escape.

  She moaned loudly. She curled her arms around his neck for leverage as she threw her hips sensually up at him.

  He thrust into her with long slow strokes, his cock encased snug in her molten walls, each stroke more erotic than the next. He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder and drove balls deep into her and still he couldn’t stop kissing her, couldn’t get deep enough inside of her. He was out of his mind with need, with desire for her.

  She splintered around him, and he still wanted more.

  “That was me making love to you.” He pulled out of her, turned her to her stomach, and dragged her to her knees. She cried out as he powered into her from behind. Holding her hips, he unleashed the control he’d fought so hard to contain and fucked her without restraint and with ruthless dominance. She was his, would always be his and he wanted her to never forget that fact. She bore him a daughter, and now he wanted to bathe her womb with his seed again. He’d never let her go. He covered her back with his broad body and gripped the delicate skin of her neck between his teeth, suddenly wanting to visibly mark her as his. Riding her hard into another climax, which had her screaming his name, he pistoned in and out of her with bruising strokes until he felt as though he were being stretched on a rack. The electric current up his spine had him roaring in release. He’d never come so hard, so long. He blacked out and collapsed.

  He woke and realized that she was crushed beneath him. He rolled off her, breathing hard, his limbs still trembling in the aftermath. When he could finally find the strength moments later, he rolled to his back and pulled her to drape on top of him. “Are you okay?”

  She nodded. It seemed she hadn’t caught her breath back either.

  He grinned. “And that, my love, was me fucking you.” After a while, he sobered and stared coolly back at her stunned expression, holding her gaze to ensure he had her attention. “Never bring the threat of another man into an argument between us.” The thought of the other man had him lifting her off him. He rolled from the bed and stalked into her bathroom, closing the door behind him with a sharp click.

  He couldn’t believe that after that he was still on an emotional edge. Yes, he’d been wrong to send her away, but she’d also been wrong to keep his child from him and disappear with every intention of staying that way. He’d apologized for his part, taken great pains to explain it. Tried to show his remorse. At every turn she ridiculed his efforts and threatened to replace him in her daughter’s life. Like he’d ever allow that shit. But what really got him was that he almost never found her at all, and she was happily letting another man in her and Jayla’s life, a man she knew damn well wanted the
m.

  He stepped into the shower, hoping the water would clear his head and ease the volatile anger still rolling through him. He heard when she stepped into the bathroom, even with his head directly under the cascade of warm gushing water. The tension that had filled him since he’d found out about her yesterday suddenly left his body as she pressed her warm body against his from behind. Despite her being much smaller than he was, he leaned into her embrace.

  “I’m sorry,” she mumbled and pressed her lips along his spine.

  He knew he should be a better man, but after all the torment she’d put him through, he needed his pound of flesh. “What are you sorry for?”

  She sighed but tightened her arms around him and started rubbing her body against his. “I’m sorry for bringing Mario into our conversation. I’m a bitch for doing that to him and to you, knowing that I’ve never felt anything close to a sexual desire for Mario. I shouldn’t have used him like that.”

  “On that I agree,” he muttered, gritting his teeth at the stab of lust filling him with her hard nipples and soft curves rolling on his back. “What else?” He knew he couldn’t stop himself from fucking her in the next few seconds, but he wanted to make her apologize first. He hoped he had the control to wait until she did.

  She cleared her throat and continued rubbing provocatively against him. “Well, I’d hoped that that was all I had to apologize for.”

  “Well, you’re wrong.”

  “Jay?” She moved from his back to edge in front of him. Curling her arms around his neck and her slender legs around his waist, she anchored her body against his. “I love you.”

  “I love you more,” he murmured. And despite the triumphant smile on her face, it still didn’t stop him from pushing her back against the wall and surging up into her. “Oh God, baby,” he husked out. The feel of her silky hot core stretching around his cock had him leaking cum and losing what little control he had instantly. He rode her hard, slamming up into her like a man possessed.

  Their mingled cries filled the bathroom. They took and gave with equal measure.

  He felt as though he was possessed and obsessed with wanting her and needing her in his life. He’d only been fooling himself into thinking that after claiming her in the most elemental way that he’d ever let her walk around out there without claiming her for the world to see his ownership. She’d be his wife, and if he had anything to do about it, she’d be his wife within the week.

  He couldn’t get enough, and even as she protested weakly later in their bed, Justin covered her lips with his and did exactly as he pleased. When Jayla woke later in the night for a feeding and a change of diaper, he took care of his daughter while Nakia slept peacefully on, only for him to wake her again and again for his possession. He passed out in the early hours of the morning with his cock protesting his gluttonous use.

  Nakia woke up the next morning feeling better rested than she’d felt in her adult life. She also woke to brilliant sunlight coming in through the windows, when she’d never slept later than the crack of dawn. Her next thought was that she hadn’t fed Jayla, but her breasts were not aching from the overabundance of lactating; they were aching from Justin’s teeth on her tender flesh. Come to think of it, she was tender all over. And if her bowed legs, as she made her way to the bathroom, was any indication, Justin had more than claimed her last night. Despite her soreness as she relieved herself, she was still smiling at the remembered passion between them. Where the hell is Justin, anyway?

  She sobered, however, when she realized that there were no sounds coming from the baby’s room. Had Jayla slept the night and morning through? She hurriedly finished her morning ablution and had another panicked exclamation when she realized that it was almost eleven a.m. “I’m so late for work!” But Jayla first.

  Nakia ran to Jayla’s room. No baby. She ran toward her kitchen and stopped short to find Jayla sleeping on her father’s shoulder as he and Mario spoke softly in what looked like an intense conversation.

  “Go put some clothes on,” Justin growled. His gaze was glued to her in her white tank top and tiny boy-shorts.

  Nakia was embarrassed, as her body instantly shivered with awareness to the deep gravel in his voice. And then she got pissed that he felt he could order her around. “Don’t tell me what to do. Why is Jayla not in her crib, and why didn’t you wake me?”

  “I will answer your questions when you put some clothes on,” Justin said with deadly calm.

  He had the same expression that Colt used to wear. She knew not to push him on this, but it wasn’t in her to blindly obey anyone. “Don’t tell me what to do.” She was going to say more, but she looked up at Mario. He was staring at her as though he wanted to jump her right then and there. The raw lust on his face had her quickly rethinking her resistance to Justin’s demand. Muttering under her breath, she ran back into her bedroom and dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. This time she was careful to put on a bra.

  Just as she was finished, Justin walked into the room without Jayla.

  “After last night, you haven’t learned your lesson?”

  “I don’t have time for this, Justin. Mario’s out there, and I know he must be upset.”

  “You’re worried about Mario being upset? He needs to be worried about fuckin’ pissin’ me off further. Looking at you with ‘I want to fuck you’ eyes in front of me.”

  “Justin…”

  “What the hell happened to your calling me Jay?”

  “You are ‘Justin’ when you’re being difficult,” she told him sweetly.

  He advanced on her with a wicked grin on his face, lifted her off her feet, and pinned her against the nearest wall within seconds.

  “Jay,” she gasped at the molten heat lurking in his gaze.

  “Perhaps we should spend some time reminding you how much I love you?”

  From the absolute resolve in his voice, Nakia knew that if she didn’t defuse this situation now, he was going to make love to her and wouldn’t care less that Mario was in the other room. There was no way that she’d do that to Mario. He didn’t deserve that from her. “Jay, please don’t. You know I love you, and only you. But I need to talk to Mario. I’ve behaved badly toward him.”

  “Yeah, you have.” He pulled her left hand in front of her face. “Remember that you wear this and that you belong to me.”

  “What? When?” Nakia stared at the huge emerald-cut solitaire diamond ring on her left hand in astonishment. He must have placed it there some time last night.

  “You’re mine. The mother of my child, my lover, and my wife. Of course, you’ll wear my ring.”

  “I don’t remember being asked.” She was still too shocked at the sight of the beautiful ring to decide whether she was pissed or happy.

  “I’m not asking you to marry me.”

  She looked at him in stunned silence. She felt as though he’d slapped her.

  He smiled at her gently and his voice softened to barely above a whisper. “I’m not asking you to marry me, my love, because I’m telling you that you’re marrying me.”

  She bit back the sudden need to grin at his arrogance. “So, the great Justin Ragnarson won’t ask me, a mere woman, to marry him. He’s going to act like a caveman and carry me off to his cave?”

  “Fuck yeah.” He pressed his body further into hers and let her feel the power of his arousal. “And if you still refuse to marry me, I’m going to keep you in my cave barefoot and pregnant.”

  She couldn’t help the giggle then. “Now how can a girl turn down a proposal like that?”

  He swopped down and kissed her, pouring all his love and passion into their kiss. He raised his head only when they both were desperate for air to breathe. “I love you,” he told her softly.

  “I love you more.” She threw his words from the night before back at him.

  She kissed him.

  This time when they came back up for air, he let her slide down his body to stand on her own fe
et. “I have to go and take care of a friend who has always had my back.”

  “I know,” Justin murmured.

  “Please be kind to him. He helped me when I had no one.”

  “I’ve thanked him already for that. But if he comes and takes my daughter again, I’m going to put a bullet in his ass.”

  “Jay…”

  “Just sayin’”

  She was still smiling when she spoke to Mario moments later.

  Acknowledgements

  Thank you so much for taking time to read Justin and Nakia’s story. I trust you have enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing and telling this story. Thanks to Devin for all your work on editing and proofreading in such a timely manner. Devin, thank you also for your insight and critique. Thanks to Chrissy at Damonza for always giving me such kick-ass cover designs and putting up with my manic demands on design changes, very much appreciated. Thanks to Bob for your great work in formatting and interior design, your cheerfulness and willingness to always assist. And thanks to my daughters for listening to plot musings and doubts, thanks ladies!

  About the Author

  With every story I tell, my Caribbean sisters or brothers are highlighted. Our culture is a melting pot of all ethnicities, where love has no color. We love who we love and make no apology for it!

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