Betrayal (Obsession Book 2)

by S. M Phillips

  "That doesn't sound too good Mitchell. How could I have been so blind. Sure he started changing well before this, but for me to be completely oblivious is something else."

  "Don't you dare fucking feel bad for that jerk and what he did to you. The way he treated you was something else and everyone knew it. Anna, you wanna count yourself lucky that you're not with him anymore. You think what you saw was bad? How long do you think it would have been until that was you? How long before he dragged you right into the middle of it? How long before he hurt everyone that you've ever cared about?"

  "I know. I just think that if I'd found out sooner, maybe I could have gotten away and I wouldn't have been caught up in it all." I guess it's always easier looking back and thinking what if, but life never works out that way.

  "Yeah I get you. Trust me I do, but what's done is done. Sitting here wishing things were different isn't gonna change anything. The way I see it is this, I did my time; time that wasn't mine to do, but I saved someone that night Anna. I saved you, and now he's gone."

  "Dominic isn't the type of guy to just disappear and you know that."

  Do I tell him my fears? After all, Jensen is the reason why he's here. Maybe my paranoia is hitting it's peak and I'm thinking all things kind of crazy. But what if... What if Jensen is being held at the hands of Dominic? Sure, Jensen looks like he can take care of himself, I'm sure he's been in a few fights over the years; but Dominic is a fucking psycho and I wouldn't trust him around my worst enemy.

  "Quit worrying, Anna. You did what I asked and you're safe." He takes a long pull on his beer and his eyes stay fixed on mine.

  Part of me knows that he's right, yet the other overworked, anxiety muddled part of my brain can't help but wonder when he is going to jump out of the shadows and come back for me like he promised he would do if I ever left him.

  "Listen, I'm gonna head to bed, but thanks."

  "Thanks?" I ask, looking up and slightly confused. Why would Mitchell be thanking me?

  "For doing as I asked and getting the hell out of there with no questions asked. A girl like you shouldn't be tied to shit like that. It's just not right. I'm really glad you got out of there in one piece."

  "Well, if that's the case, I should be the one thanking you for what you did. I'm not gonna lie, as soon as we pulled up before and I saw your face, I really thought you'd come back for me. I thought that my time was up and you were gonna take me back to that hell."

  "You shittin' me? I wouldn't do that to anyone. No one deserves that life. Nah, it's time for me to knuckle down and stay on the straight and narrow. I've got a hot, smoking woman that needs me and I think it's about time that I manned up and started treating her with the love and respect that she deserves."

  Jensen

  Dominic must have burnt himself out, chatting his endless and pointless shit to me. The light is still on and I can see him resting fucking comfortably on his chair. The goddamn son of a bitch shouldn't be comfortable, the prick shouldn't even be breathing right now.

  "Now's the time." I whisper. Now is the perfect opportunity to get out of this place.

  Keeping a close eye on him, I gently bring my arms around to the front of my body, with my shard of glass firmly in place. The last thing I want is to drop it and wake him up. I know I'm weak and my arms ache, but I'm not going to give up. Not when I'm this close to getting out of here.

  With one quick, swift motion, my hand goes forward and the jagged edge glistens in the light just before it rips through my restraints. I laugh to myself at this jerk-off's mistake. Surely this guy could have used something a little more hardwearing than fabric. Maybe a thick fucking rope or some shit? What does he want, to make sweet love to me? So the big guys use silk to tie up their hostages now? Good to know.

  My legs feel numb and I struggle a little when I try to bring them closer together, towards my body. I let out a sigh of relief. Finally I'm no longer at this guys every fucking whim. I will get out of here, even if I have to take this bastard down. I just need to form a plan, and fast.

  Finally, I compose my balance and get steady on my feet. A massive head rush sways me slightly, from lack of blood flow or water, I don't know but it feels horrible. It takes me by surprise and I almost go head first. I try to breathe, to stimulate the oxygen around my body before I make any more movements, but I feel sick.

  This can't be happening. I'm finally free and my fucking body is working against me. What the hell?

  Has the guy drugged me or some shit? He's gonna wake up soon and I'll be flat out at his feet once again.

  Hell no. This isn't how shit is going to go down. I'm a goddamn Blake. There ain't no way in hell that I'm gonna let this fucker win. Not a fucking chance.

  I frantically look around, to try and familiarise myself with my surroundings. Dominic is directly in front of me, looking as calm as ever while he enjoys his little siesta. He also looks like a fucking greasy little sleaze ball and just looking at him makes me want to reach out and strangle the son of a bitch.

  I see his gun next to him. It shines so bright, as if it's calling me to it. Before my mind is able to register what my body is doing, I'm already halfway to him, with one thing on my mind.

  Murder.

  My hand grips the cold steel, yet it makes my body feel warm and alive. More alive than I have felt in god knows how fucking long. My hand fits around it like a glove, like it's destined for me to take this son of a bitch down with his own fucking weapon.

  I turn it from side to side, to get a better look at its raw beauty and I can't take my eyes away from it. I'm like a man possessed. I swore to myself a long time ago that I wouldn't hold another gun, but I think now the time has definitely called for it. Whatever I do to this guy would be self defence anyway.

  The air has changed slightly, now all I feel is power around me, and the power is all mine. Do I kill him while he sleeps? Nah, that's a pussy's game. Maybe I'll keep him captive the way he kept me, only this time I'll show him just what the big guys can do.

  I see something glisten against the steel reflection and look to my right. Just there on the floor is a chain of keys. There's got to be at least twelve fucking keys here. I know instantly that one’s got to be for this room. Bending down to pick them up, I see Dominic stir out of the corner of my eye and his eyes lock onto mine.

  "What the fuck..." He stirs.

  "Oh fuck..."

  Without thinking, my hand which is holding the gun automatically connects with his skull and within seconds he's out cold again. The stupid mother fucker. He had that coming to him so there's no way that I'm going to feel bad for it. I know for a fact that this guy would keep me here for a lifetime, or until I died and slow and painful death, so why should I feel bad for protecting myself?

  Looking around my surroundings, I try to see if I can find something that would hold him down. Something to secure him. Sure he's out cold now, but he's not going to stay this way for long and I need to make sure that he isn't going to escape while I'm gone. As I look over to my left, I see something silver piled up in a heap on the floor.

  Seriously? There's fucking metal chains in here and this guy’s fucking used fabric to keep me captive. I can't help but let out at loud laugh. This guy actually thinks he's a big guy, yet here he is knocked the fuck out by his captor.

  The chains are pretty heavy and it takes me longer than expected to secure him. I really need to refuel my body before I pass out. The adrenaline is the one thing that's keeping me going. As long as Dominic is here, all nice and secure then I should be able to get out of here and make a plan. A plan that will remind this jerk that he messed with the wrong fucking guy.

  It's like luck is on my side for once. Not only have I found some chains but they've got a lock on them too. Fucking perfect. I take one last look at this waste of space sprawled out before me and an intense rage burns up within me and I feel like pulling the trigger on the son of a bitch right now. But what would that make me? That would make a pussy, a pus
sy who takes the easy way out.

  "That's never happened before, and it sure as hell isn't gonna start now."

  The cold air hits me as soon as I step outside sending a chill throughout my entire body. I look around to try and get a feel of my surroundings, but I haven't got a clue where I am. All I can see are heaps upon heaps of shipping containers, all stacked closely around me. There's no lights around and it's pitch black.

  "How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here?" I mutter to myself, causing my voice to echo around me. I let out a hysterical laugh as I think about my situation. I can't believe this guy's actually had me holed up inside a goddamn shipping container in the middle of fucking nowhere. Jeez, it takes everything that I have to stay focused, when all I really want to do is head back in there and beat the living shit out of him. The more and more that I learn about this Dominic guy, the more of a pussy he's becoming. He's not exactly a big man if he's been holding me ransom in such an enclosed place. How the fuck was Mitchell supposed to find me here? No way would they have dragged him here. Mitchell's always on the ball and he's got a shit load of eyes that look for him. Maybe Dominic needs a lesson or two in how to do shit properly, because now, it finally looks like he's about to meet his end.

  After about an hour of trying frantically to get out of this place, I finally see a dim glow somewhere far out in front of me. If there's light, surely that means someone has to be around, or a goddamn road at least? I try to speed up, but my body doesn't let me. My chest tightens and I feel as though a part of me is broken. No fucking way can I stop. Not now, not while I'm finally out of there. I need to get home. I need to get back to Anna to make sure that she's okay. If he's so much as touched a single hair on her head, I'll torture him so bad until he begs me to kill him and that's a fucking promise.

  Anna

  My eyes shoot open and I scream out at the body sat before me. A warm, solid hand presses over my mouth and I freeze. My heart is hammering in my chest and all I can hear is the loud thud drumming in my ears.

  Oh fuck. I can't breathe.

  It's still pretty dark in my room, and I struggle to see who is, but as my eyes adjust, I can just about make him out. My eyes open wide, almost popping out of their sockets in the process and he knows that I recognise him instantly. His hand slowly leaves my mouth when he's satisfied that I won't scream again. I try to get the words that I want to leave my mouth, but I can't. My throat is dry and it hurts when I try to clear it. After a couple more attempts, I finally manage to speak.

  "Jensen..." I whisper. Surely I've got to be dreaming right now. "Jensen. Where the hell have you been?" The after effects from being pinned down hit me full force and my body begins to shake violently from shock. I know that he's not going to hurt me, but seeing him suddenly appear in my room has scared the living shit out of me.

  "Shhh." He soothes, while wrapping his big, strong arms around me. Instantly I feel safe and my body melts into his. "It doesn't matter. None of that matters right now. All that matters is you." He whispers into my ear.

  "To hell it does." I shout back. "You've been gone for days. You didn't even call, shit Jensen. You can't just up and leave like that and expect everything to be fine when you decide to come back."

  "Were you worried about me?" His hand gently cups my jaw so that he can pull my face up to meet his and he laughs at me. As much as I've missed him, I feel like slapping the arrogant prick. Yes I've been fucking worried about him and I know I probably sound like the nagging girlfriend type, but shit. I've got good enough reasons to be worried about anyone that's around me. Begrudgingly I pull back from him and lean over to my bedside table and switch my lamp on so that I can see his beautiful, perfectly rugged face a little better. Even though I know that he's really here with me, a part of me needs to see him better so that I can really make sure that it's him.

  "Don't make fun of me Jensen. Miss you? You left me in the shit. I've had to deal with your skank of a shag piece Darcie, not to mention Minnie and Boyd hounding me day and night. Do you even know what it's like not being able to go to the toilet in peace?"

  "Funnily enough I do." He laughs. His eyes never leave mine and a look that I'm not familiar rests on his face and it causes my stomach to somersault. God, how I have missed him. But that doesn't mean that he's getting away with just up and leaving me without a care in the world. Hell no.

  "When did you decide to come back?" I ask. Suddenly unable to keep my questions in any longer. Part of me is dreading his answer. He lives here for god sake and owns Temptation, so it would be pretty stupid of me to think he'd be coming back for me.

  "I was always coming back, Anna. Hey, look at me." He whispers and he pulls my face back up to his and his deep chocolate brown eyes lock on mine. "When I left, trust me it wasn't by choice. It may have taken me longer to get back to you, but I was always coming back. There'll never be a time where I don't come back for you, ever."

  Words fail me and tears begin to fill my eyes. He actually came back for me. I take in some air to fill my lungs and my chest suddenly feels lighter.

  "Jensen Blake, what are you doing to me?" I think to myself. "But where were you? We've all been worried about you, even though Minnie and Boyd wouldn't admit it to you."

  "None of that's important Anna. We can discuss all of that tomorrow, but right now I need to be with you. Next to you, worshipping that perfect body of yours like I should have been doing all along."

  A gasp escapes my parted lips and my mouth automatically finds his as he brings his face closer to mine. His touch alone causes a delightful sensation to spread throughout my whole body, reminding me just how much I have missed him being this close to me.

  The bed dips under his gigantic muscular frame as he nestles himself close to me and the heat is radiating from his warm body. It feels absolutely amazing.

  As soon as my lips meet his, desperately searching for more, I know for sure that right here in this moment that I've been lying to myself if I ever thought that I could survive without him.

  "Sweet Jesus, I've fucking missed you." Jensen moans into my mouth while positioning himself perfectly in between my legs. I open my legs a little wider to allow him the room to get comfortable and I instantly feel him harden against me.

  "Fuck Anna, do you even know how good you feel?" I smile as he moans against my lips. Unable to hold back anymore, I begin to rock my hips back and forth against him, while easing the ache that's drastically building in between my thighs. All too soon he pulls away from me and I feel empty without his weight bearing down on me.

  "Jensen..." I moan, but he silences me by pressing his forefinger delicately into my lips. I watch as he pulls himself up so that he can remove his pants and my worries fade away. For a minute I thought he'd changed his mind. I thought that he was going to leave me again.

  "Lift up." He whispers and I automatically thrust my hips into the air so that he can remove my panties.

  "I've been waiting so long for this Anna. It's been fucking torture being away from you."

  I try to respond, but my words are cut short the moment his lips press against sex. "Oh my god." He thinks it's been torture for him. The guy doesn't even know what torture is. I lose myself to Jensen and his touch completely as he works his tongue delicately and seductively around my core. I couldn't even think straight if I wanted to. I've been desperate for his touch for days and now here he is worshiping my body as if it's the most prized possession in his world. My hips buckles and my stomach tightens as his tongue and fingers bring me to the brink of orgasm. As if knowing how close I am, I try my best to wriggle free, not wanting it to be over so soon, but his big, strong muscular hands clamp down on my thighs and he pins me tight to the bed so that I can no longer move, but enjoy the pure ecstasy that is overtaking my body.

  "Jensen, I can't..." I let out through panted breaths while holding onto his hair for dear life and with one last stroke of his finger and lap of his tongue, I shudder violently as my world comes crashing down aroun
d me, causing my body to convulse from the orgasm that's rippling through my body.

  I don't get a chance to compose myself before he climbs on top of me, his hard, solid erection pressing against my entrance. I've never needed anything so much as I need the feel of him inside me right now. As his tip enters me, I reach around and dig my nails into his backside, pushing him into me that little bit faster and he feels so fucking good. He moves in and out of me, slowly at first, taking his time while he gets familiar with my body once again, until he gradually starts building his pace. My body moves in sync with Jensen's and the connection between us when we're entwined like this is completely out of this world. I couldn't get any closer to him if I tried. The beat of his heart is racing against my chest and our hot, sweat riddled bodies slide against each other until we're both riding out our release.

  I lay back into Jensen's arms and I never want to move again. I'd happily stay here for a lifetime. When I'm in his arms like this I know that I am safe and I know there is nowhere else that I need to be, or ever want to be.

  "I'm glad you're back." I whisper into his chest, unsure if he's heard me, but I mean every goddamn word. When I first met Jensen I just knew I had to stay away. I tried so hard to resist him but look what good that did me. I just never realised I'd become so involved with him so soon.

  "I'm glad I'm back too, baby. More than you'll ever know." He replies and his lips gently kiss the top of my head and he pulls me in tighter into his embrace. That's the last thing I feel before the darkness washes over me.

  Jensen

  I watch Anna as she sleeps peacefully, curled up in my arms and it's a fucking brilliant feeling. A feeling that I never would have thought that I would be able to experience. But this woman, damn how she has changed me in such a goddamn short period of time. What I wouldn't give to fall asleep right next to her, to feel her soft hot body melt into mine. Fuck, I've tried, but my minds on overdrive and I can't switch off. No matter what I do, I can't shift the image of Dominic out of my mind and the plans that I'm slowly putting together in my head are driving me crazy because I can't do it fucking fast enough. I need to make sure that he's gone, done, finished with so that he can't mess with me or anyone close to me again. He sure as hell picked the wrong guy when he chose me as a pawn in one of his head fuck games.