Twisted Obsessions (SIN CITY HEAT SERIES Book 2)

by K, S

  “Marcus. I love you more than you could ever know,” she said in between impatient kisses she placed on his chest and stomach. She pushed Marcus back against the couch as her fingers went to unsnap his pants. She was so eager to get him out of his clothes that she didn’t notice the frigid expression on Marcus’ face. He watched her with disgust and contempt.

  “Marcus!” They both jumped when Aleesha’s voice filled the room. Déjà vu hit Marcus like a Mac truck.

  “Aleesha…..” Marcus' eyes silently pleaded for understanding. “I can explain…..”

  Tears ran down Aleesha’s face. “Explain?! Marcus…how could you?? I've been going crazy, worried about you since I left. And all this time...” Her voice trailed off in hurt and disbelief.

  Paula wrapped her arms around Marcus’ waist and directed a gloating smile Aleesha’s way. “Marcus and I have decided to be together. He doesn’t love you. He never did. Tell her Marcus.” When Marcus hesitated, Paula peered up at him. “Marcus?”

  Marcus ignored Paula and held Aleesha’s eyes. He steeled himself for what he was about to say. “I’m sorry Aleesha. It’s over. I want to be with Paula.”

  Paula smiled and lifted her chin in satisfaction when Marcus pulled her to him. Aleesha’s face showed her devastation. Without saying a word, she turned and ran out of the house. Paula giggled when the sounds of Aleesha’s crying drifted towards them before she slammed the door behind her.

  “Good riddance, bitch,” Paula said snidely before turning to Marcus. “Now…where were we?” Marcus held her back as she leaned into him. Paula’s face reflected her bewilderment. “Marcus?”

  “If we’re going to pursue this relationship Paula, I want us to do it with a clean slate. I’ve tied up a loose end on my side.” He stared at her until she averted her eyes. “I think it’s time for you to do the same.”

  Paula glanced up at him with determination. “I’ll talk to Dr. Roberts in the morning. I’ll tell her about how Melanie lied and concocted the plan to discredit you and make you lose your job.” The rest of her words came out in a jumbled rush. “But I didn’t want to do it, Marcus, I swear I didn’t.”

  Marcus clenched his jaw. “I believe you.”

  A horn sounded from outside. “That’s probably my ride. Unless…” Paula hesitated as she waited on Marcus to ask her to stay.

  Instead, he leaned down to kiss her before turning her towards the door. “A clean slate first. Then we can move on and begin our life together.”

  Paula had been gone ten minutes when Marcus heard a key in the lock of his door. He turned and saw Aleesha standing in the doorway staring at him.

  “Well…? Did she buy it?” she asked.

  Marcus stared a moment longer before letting his mouth lift up in a wide grin. “Yeah, baby. She bought it.”

  Chapter 10

  That night, the sex between Aleesha and Marcus was intense. The adrenaline he felt from being so close to making the entire sexual harassment crap disappear spawned restless bolts of energy that coursed through his every pore. He needed an outlet, and Aleesha gladly obliged. Although he’d never hurt her, he wasn’t gentle either, but Aleesha didn’t care. As long as he continued to pull powerful orgasms from her like the one she’d just experienced, her body was his to do with as he pleased.

  Marcus finally showed a little mercy and let her collapse into an exhausted sleep, but he was still too wired up to rest. Carefully getting up so as not to awaken Aleesha, Marcus reached for his boxer briefs and got a pair of sweat pants from his dresser drawer. He walked to the other side of his house to where he had a home gym set up. Starting off on the treadmill, Marcus ran a couple of miles to warm up then moved to the weights.

  His mind meticulously went over the nights events again. He couldn’t believe how easy it had been to manipulate Paula. She was so simple minded. As he’d told Darrell and Dom, between her and Melanie, she was the weaker of the two. He didn't feel an ounce of remorse; she’d brought it on herself. Marcus didn’t fuck with anyone, but God help those who fucked with him or anyone he cared about. Paula and Melanie wouldn’t be the first to discover this.

  It hadn’t been just sheer chance that Marcus suggested he and Darrell make that move from Philly to Las Vegas all those years ago. It had been personal.

  Even in the Vegas desert, revenge was a dish best served cold…

  Marcus found employment fairly quickly in a casino once they moved to Nevada. He’d gotten his GED before they moved and was a whiz on the computer. After passing a background check and a series of interviews, he was hired to work at night in security. The work was fairly easy. His job was to keep an eye on security screens which monitored the patrons on the floor. If he saw something suspicious, he would notify the plain clothed security agents who walked among the tables and machines.

  He and Darrell had been in Vegas for six months, and even though the job was low level, it paid okay; between his check and Darrell’s, they were able to get by. Darrell worked as a waiter in a five star, restaurant which he hated with a passion. It wasn’t exactly what he’d planned for himself when he got to Vegas, but for now, he had no other choice. He needed to make money some kind of way. Legally, that is. Vegas was like anywhere else. It was easy to find the shadier side of the city and make fast, easy ends. It wouldn’t be the first time they’d taken that route. Darrell had been sorely tempted, but Marcus reminded him this was a chance for them to start over and leave that life behind.

  Inside the small security room, Marcus hit a button and panned the floor of the casino to get an overall view of the facility then switched it to scan the perimeter surrounding the building. Seeing that everything was chill, he pulled out his laptop and signed in to the class he was taking online. His supervisor was pretty cool and didn’t mind him doing his homework as long as he handled his job and didn’t slack off. He had been at it for almost an hour when an Instant Message popped up in the corner of his screen.

  MBP: Hi baby.

  Marcus smiled and waited a few minutes before answering. He leaned back in his chair as he looked at her screen name. His smile widened. MBP: Marcus Bennett’s Property. Damn right! His name was written all over that…

  MBP: Marcus? U there?

  ChocolateLuvr: I’m here, baby. What’s up?

  MBP: Hopefully u, lol. I miss u.

  ChocolateLuvr: Oh yeah? Tell Daddy what u miss.

  MBP: I miss Daddy’s chocolate stick.

  ChocolateLuvr: Is that right. How much?

  MBP: SO much! I need u, Marcus. When will I be able to c u?

  Marcus looked at the clock. He was due for a break in thirty minutes.

  ChocolateLuvr: Cum c me now.

  MBP: Now??

  ChocolateLuvr: ...is there a problem???

  MBP: I can’t. Not right now. What about in the morning when u get off? I can rent a room and we can spend a couple of hours 2gether.

  ChocolateLuvr: I want to c u now. Tonight.

  MBP: We were just lucky last time. I don’t want to tempt fate twice. Anyway, he’s home.

  ChocolateLuvr: And??

  MBP: Marcus…

  ChocolateLuvr: You gonna disappoint me?

  MBP: Of course not….

  ChocolateLuvr: Then bring me my pussy. Forty-five minutes.

  After a brief pause, she came back with her reply.

  MBP: OK. I’m on my way.

  Marcus’ lips twisted to the side in a knowing smirk. It was already a foregone conclusion what her answer would be.

  ChocolateLuvr: I’ll be waiting.

  After he signed off, Marcus sat with a slight frown on his face. To be honest he wasn’t in the mood to fuck and it had been his intention to blow her off. But when she mentioned HE was home, it became a must. Marcus had come too far to slow down now. He was almost there…he could feel it.

  Less than forty minutes later, his phone buzzed, and the text came through that she was in one of the rooms upstairs. He gestured to his co-worker, Rob, who was on the phone with
his latest girlfriend, to let him know he was leaving. He and Rob were cool and watched each other’s back if one of them needed extra time on a break.

  Marcus grabbed his security badge and let himself out of the room. Five minutes later he was standing in front of the hotel room where she was waiting. As if she’d been anticipating his arrival, the door swung open before he even knocked.

  Marcus’ eyes drifted over the slender, yet curvaceous body standing in front of him wearing a pair of stilettos – and nothing else. The trimmed, baby soft pubic hair which covered her mound was evidence to the fact that she was a natural red-head.

  She moved back a couple of steps to allow him to walk in. Closing the door, she leaned back against it and eagerly watched as he slowly began to unbutton his shirt. Without a word, she came over and pushed his fingers aside and finished the job herself, holding his eyes the entire time.

  "Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

  Marcus didn't answer, just watched her with an enigmatic expression as she pulled his shirt from his shoulders and dropped it to the floor. The sexual tension was like a thick fog in the room. Her pussy muscles clenched when he reached up and roughly grabbed the silky strands of her long hair. He held her head steady until her eyes met and locked with his. Her lashes fluttered before finally closing as he lowered his lips to hers and took what he wanted. Seconds later, his mouth ground against hers in a fierce kiss that took her breath away and left her weakly clinging to his broad shoulders.

  A low mewl escaped from her throat as his tongue plundered every inch of her warm mouth. She moaned his name when his teeth and lips trailed a lazy path to the delicate, alabaster skin of her neck. By morning, she knew she’d have love marks the color of deep, violent purple, but she welcomed the evidence of his possession. That way she would be able to relive the moments they’d spent together until she was able to see him again.

  When his lips sensuously sucked her neck, her nails dug into his bare back. "Harder Marcus. You know how I like it, dammit."

  "Kat…” He chuckled softly and tauntingly asked, “Aren't you scared of what your husband will say if he sees signs of you having been fucked by another man?” Marcus was cocky as hell but could back up everything he said, and Katherine knew it.

  "Believe me, he'll barely notice. The only reason he's home tonight is because he caught his latest tramp screwing someone her own age. He fucks anything in a skirt but has the nerve to threaten to cut me off without a dime if he ever finds out I've cheated." Her baby blue eyes shot fire. "As if he could ever satisfy me with that pencil he calls a cock."

  She looked down at the front of Marcus' jeans and curled her fingers around the thick anaconda waiting to go in for the kill between her thighs. "Not like you. Never like you."

  She glanced up at him with an expression of pure lust and shuddered. It wouldn't take much to push her over the edge and make her cum where she stood. Her hungry eyes ran over Marcus' face, feeling like she had the first time she'd laid eyes on him. He was so incredibly good looking. His light brown eyes peeked out from underneath low lids that gave him a perpetually sexy expression. When she looked at him, she, along with every other red blooded female, couldn’t help but think of hot, lazy nights spent in absolute bliss fucking him until she couldn’t walk the next morning.

  So young. So...virile. If anyone had told her three months ago a nineteen year old kid would hold this type of sexual power over her mind and her body, commanding her orgasms to explode at will, making her practically sneak out of her own home at all hours of the night just to get a taste of him...she would've laughed in their face. He wasn't the first man she’d had an affair with; she liked them young. She and her husband had that in common, if nothing else.

  Katherine Brisboe kept her body tight and Botox was her best friend. She maintained her appearance the same way one would a prized thoroughbred or a luxury car. Doing so enabled her to pass for a woman ten years younger than the actual forty-something she was. It worked too. The proof was standing right in front of her in the form of a 6'2, 210lb frame of chocolate perfection. And he was all hers.

  Marcus read every single expression of the desire which shone brightly in her eyes. Knowing how she liked it, he spun her around and walked her forward with his body pressing tightly against her from behind.

  "So you missed me?" He roughly placed her hands on the dresser in front of her and spread her legs with his foot. “Don’t move.”

  Katherine’s flushed breasts heaved in excitement and her breath quickened at the dominance in his voice. When he reached his hands around and sharply tweaked her dark, rosy nipples, she felt positively faint. Panting, a thin trickle of her creamy vaginal fluid slowly ran down her inner thigh.

  "Marcus," she managed to gasp. A sharp pop on her left ass cheek caused her to quickly inhale before she forced out a low, guttural groan full of arousal.

  "The next time I tell you to bring me this pussy what you gonna say?" Marcus kept a hand on the small of her back while his other hand deftly unbuckled his belt and unsnapped his jeans.

  "Y-Yes...!" she frantically whispered.

  Rumbling his approval, Marcuse pulled his zipper down over his erection. Pushing his pants down past his hips, he rested a hand on her slim hip and curled the fingers of his other hand around his bone hard dick. He brought it to her greedy opening and sliced it up and down her soaking, wet slit.

  "Mmmm..." he murmured close to her ear. Katherine’s body trembled when she felt his warm breath blow over her skin.

  "You wanna cum for Daddy like the good lil slut you are?" The words were said as gently and lovingly as if he were whispering sweet nothings. "Hm? Tell me what you are to Daddy."

  Katherine was literally on the precipice of ecstasy, waiting for him to push her over the edge. "I'm Daddy’s nasty slut," she purred in a hoarse voice full of excitement. "I'm your fucking bitch and my only role is to please you."

  Marcus smoothed the hair away from her temple and soothingly kissed her hair line. "That's right. Daddy’s bitch. You're so obedient. I love that shit."

  Katherine’s head fell back against his shoulder as his fingertips lightly ran over her long, slender throat and further down to caress a plump, teardrop shaped breast she'd paid excellent money to have perfectly formed and lifted.

  "But you still have to be punished for making me ask you more than once for my pussy."

  Katherine eyes shot open when she heard his words, and a moment later, he plunged all nine and a half inches inside of her without warning until he was buried to the hilt. She had no time to prepare for the swift assault - and even less time to brace herself for the explosive orgasm which ripped through her body. The eruption detonated from each tiny follicle of hair and traveled down to the tips of her French manicured toes.

  “Yessss. Marcus...yes…!” she moaned.

  But Marcus didn’t give her time to absorb and revel in the explosion before he started pounding into her fast and furious. His hand slid up from the small of her back and slipped under her hair until he grasped the nape of her neck. He held it in a tight grip as he fucked her. Katherine’s pussy tried to latch on to Marcus’ shaft, but his dick beat it into submission until her lips down south called him Daddy too and acquiesced to his will.

  Katherine lost track of the number of times she climaxed. Tears ran down her face in unmitigated pleasure. She loved a man to handle her. Control her. Marcus had done so from the first time they’d fucked. At first, she’d tried to treat him like all her other lovers. Katherine was used to being in charge and giving orders, but by the time he was finished with her, she was his to do with as he saw fit. And she loved it!

  After Marcus finally got his release, they were still for a few moments as they caught their breath. Marcus straightened up and slowly pulled his dick out of her. Then he grabbed a handful of Katherine’s hair and forced her to her knees. Katherine looked up at him with an expression of adoration. She knew what he wanted and wasted no time eagerly cleaning their
combined cum from his shaft; she would’ve been offended it he hadn’t given her that honor.

  An hour later, Marcus sat on the edge of the bed with his elbows resting on his knees. Katherine had been gone for about thirty minutes and should almost be home by now. She'd walked out with a smile on her face, promising to call him as soon as she got home.

  Marcus wasn't thinking about that. His mind was on the conversation between them after the sex. From prior experience, he knew Katherine became chatty after they fucked, and this time was no exception.

  However, the difference was this time he'd struck pay dirt.

  "Got you, you sonovabitch." He slowly nodded his head up and down, his eyes dark and flooding with his thirst for vengeance. "Got you."

  As was the dynamics of Marcus and Darrell’s relationship, when one was down, the other was always there to pick him up, and tonight was no exception. Later that night, the two of them were back in the tiny apartment they shared. Darrell had finally done it. He’d gotten fired. He and the head waiter had gotten into an argument, and when he called Darrell a ‘ghetto hood’, well...suffice it say, the other guy came out on the short end of the stick. However, as he relayed exactly what happened, Marcus couldn’t help but crack the fuck up.

  "Wait a minute....!" Marcus could barely get the words out for laughing. "You...you did what?”

  Darrell grinned when he thought about that asshole lying in the middle of the banquet room with soup covering him from head to toe. “I didn’t have to do a damn thing to his scary ass. Muthafucka was tryin’ to get away from me so fast he didn’t see the tray with bowls of soup behind him.”

  Marcus shook his head, still howling. “And his prejudiced ass just lay there looking like the soup du jour??"

  Darrell chuckled as he brought his beer bottle to his mouth and took a sip. "You stupid, Marcus. Soup of the day," he muttered in amusement. When Marcus fell out all over again, screaming until tears came to his eyes, Darrell almost spit out his beer. "Man, you crazier than a mu’fucka, yo!"