Obscene: A Dahlia Saga Novel

by Natalie Bennett

  “Annie…as in, your sister?” I narrowed my eyes at him and began inching to the opposite side of the table, wanting some distance between us.

  He tracked my movements without turning his head, a smile breaking out on his face.

  “Are you trying to get away from me?” His hand shot out and wrapped around my wrist, adding just enough pressure to remind me how easily he could snap it. I glared down where he gripped me and then back up at his face.

  “Why can’t you just answer me?” I shot back, attempting to pull away .

  “You haven’t even asked me anything.” He continued to grin, laughing at my poor attempt to break free. Giving a sharp tug, he bent my body at an awkward angle, pulling my upper torso over the table.

  “Stop it!” I yelled, lurching down to bite where he gripped me.

  “Katie,” he sighed, easily thwarting my assault.

  He was quick to let me go, immediately winding a hand in my hair like he was grabbing a piece of rope, using it to drag me back around to where he stood.

  A small squeak left my mouth.

  His pretty green hues gave nothing away, his emotions shuttered.

  I wrapped my hands around his wrists and dug my dirty nails in. I felt his skin tear off, but he showed no signs of physical distress or indication that I was hurting him.

  “Calm the fuck down,” he commanded gruffly, violently jerking me left and right by the roots of my hair.

  I cried out and dropped my hands, letting him place me where he wanted like I was a ragdoll.

  He used his solid body to trap me between him and the table, pulling my head back until I was forced to bow.

  My scalp was on fire, the tiny hairs stretched beyond their limit. I stared up at him through the pained tears that had gathered in the corners of my eyes.

  “You picked one hell of a time to find your spine,” he commented, using his thumb to catch the first tear that fell.

  “Let me go,” I pleaded, wriggling beneath him.

  “I can’t.” He leaned down and skimmed his soft lips across my forehead. I could smell a hint of mint mouthwash on his breath.

  “I missed you,” he confessed, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. I was sure I hadn’t been away from him that long, but then again, Mason would tie us together with a ball and chain if he had the option.

  If I wasn’t right beside him, I was too far away.

  Sometimes, I felt as if he wanted to merge us into one being, just to ensure I would always be with him.

  He slightly pulled away to look back down at me, staring so intensely you would think he was reading my mind.

  “You have no idea how lovely you are,” he murmured, stroking my cheek with his fingertips.

  Oh, no. I knew where this would go, and it was the last thing we needed to be doing.

  “Mason, we need to talk.” My voice came out smooth and steady, at complete odds with the rising sense of urgency I felt to get him off me. When he was inside me, I fell to pieces. Nothing else mattered but him.

  “I know what you’re doing.” He let go of my hair, granting my scalp instant relief, and braced himself over me with his palms flat on the table.

  I was in an awkward position; not tall enough to reach the ground, my bandaged feet dangled limply on either side of his waist.

  I could feel the tension in his powerful body. He had a dark look in his eyes, and I knew just what it meant. He leaned back down and I brought my hands up to brace against his chest.

  “I’m filthy.”

  “I like you filthy,” he whispered roughly, sliding his hands up my legs. Heat danced down my spine as he curled two fingers in the waistband of my thong and dragged it down to my ankles, not bothering to completely remove it.

  “Mason,” I objected, but there was no longer any ire behind my words. He made me weak, and I hated it. He was a lethal amphetamine, an addiction I feared I wouldn’t be free of until I crashed and burned, unable to sustain any more of him.

  There was this dark craving inside me that barred my path back to sobriety.

  The permanent mental effects from consuming too much of him had already set in. He pressed his lips to mine in an unusual tender kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and I found my hands on the back of his neck, my anxiety slowly fading as need built in my core.

  His hands slowly trailed back across my thighs, finding their way between my legs.

  “You’re already wet.” He chuckled low and dark, pushing two large fingers inside me.

  I moaned in the back of my throat as he rotated them, curving them up into my sweet spot, making me gasp. He chuckled again and pulled away.

  I heard his zipper go down, and then the smooth tip of his cock was slowly sliding up and down my slit.

  “Are you ready?”

  Before I could answer, he had my legs hooked over his forearms and was burying himself balls-deep inside me.

  A cry tore from my throat, followed by another as he set a brutal pace, rocking into me, thrusting in and out.

  Our clothing added an extra layer of friction between us, but I needed more.

  “Mason,” I moaned, clamping my inner muscles around his thick cock, urging him to move faster, fuck me harder.

  He dropped one of my legs and lifted me slightly by the other one, pushing himself deeper.

  “Is this what you want?” He picked up his pace, thrusting harder, his balls smacking against the groove of my ass.

  The table protested beneath me, sounding like it was seconds away from collapsing altogether.

  I couldn’t form a response to his question; the need to come clouded my mind, and all I could was do was repeat his name in a barrage of moans that increased in volume as he pounded into me.

  I clutched the lapels of his suit, using them as my anchor as the tension building inside me ruptured into a million pieces.

  He caught my scream in his mouth, continuing to fuck me through the shockwaves rolling inside my body.

  He made a sound in his throat, digging his fingers into my flesh. I felt his cock stiffen as he bottomed out, finding his own release.

  We stayed wrapped around each other, our chests rising and falling in matching succession.

  He withdrew and took a step back, tucking his flaccid cock back into his slacks, not bothering to wipe off my juices.

  I glanced between my thighs and saw his semen leaking out of me. Feeling exposed and embarrassed, I shoved my dirty dress down and closed my shaking legs.

  “We shouldn’t have done that,” I muttered, crossing my arms over my chest.

  I felt cold, the needy heat inside me now dissipated. Shame quickly set in. How could I be so aroused at a time like this? What had he done to me?

  The answer didn’t matter right then. Sex wasn’t going to fix anything; it was just a temporary salve that washed away as soon as it was over. When I risked peering back up at Mason, I saw his eyes were glued to my face, shuttered once again, a blank mask.

  “Is she okay?” I mustered up enough courage to ask.

  “She’s around.”

  That was the same answer his father had given when I’d asked about him. There was no vocal inflection in his tone to let me know if that meant she was safe or not.

  “Can I…I want to see her,” I stated firmly.

  “It’s cute you think you have the right to make choices,” he smirked, and slid off his suit jacket. “Your sister hasn’t bothered to call, write a letter, or visit you in seven years, Katie, when she had every opportunity.”

  “Maybe she didn’t, though. How do I know you’re telling the truth when—”

  “I don’t lie,” he harshly interjected, his green eyes narrowing into slits.

  Remembering what happened the first time I accused of him of being a liar, I swallowed my words.

  “I just want to know if she’s okay,” I softly told him. I didn’t really expect him to understand.

  Mason was a hard soul to sway; his lack of morality was what made him so ruthless. Da
nger and desire went hand in hand when it came to him.

  “She’s perfect,” he responded with zero emotion, stepping forward to drape his suit jacket over my shoulders.

  “You’re cold,” he pointed out when I gave him a puzzled look. “Come on.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me off the table, leading me towards the door.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  We stepped out into a long corridor lined with thick doors, all painted black and all shut.

  An odd feeling washed over me. Something in my gut told me this wasn’t a good place to be. The dark damask walls and matching floor had a Gothic feel to them. Little lights were on outside some of the rooms. Some were a normal color, and others were red.

  “Where are we?” I took a step closer to Mason, nearly colliding with his back.

  “My father’s.” He kept a tight grasp on my hand and led me down the hall.

  Why does his dad have a room like that in his house? There was something off about this place; I could feel it in my gut.

  Speak up for yourself.

  “Where is Annie?”

  “I already told you,” he sighed, exasperated.

  "Well, that’s not good enough.” I shocked myself by speaking back to him again. It wasn’t in my nature to be confrontational. In fact, I hated to argue. My strength had always been in my ability to remain silent and work things out in my head, but that was no longer an option, thanks to him. He had me all twisted up inside.

  I’d been asking myself questions that all had zero answers.

  Like, how did I get here? Who was the driver of the blue car? And why did Mason target me?

  I had a delayed reaction when he abruptly turned around and grabbed hold of my face. He forced my head back, making me look him in the eyes.

  “I thought I liked you when you were timid. Whatever this is? This shit that you’re doing? Keep doing it. You’re making my dick hard and giving me a reason to fuck you until I break you.” He squeezed my jaw, leaning down until his lips were mere centimeters from mine. I dropped his suit jacket and brought my hands up to grip his, careful not to move an inch.

  “You said she was perfect. Let me see for myself,” I demanded for the second time, my voice coming out muffled.

  Honestly, I was terrified.

  My heart was racing in my chest like a thoroughbred in the Kentucky Derby, and my hands were moist with sweat.

  I didn’t really want to poke his beast. He could tear me to shreds right where we stood if he wanted. His weight and height added to his sheer natural body strength would render me helpless, but how else would I get answers if I didn’t ask for them?

  His dark brows shot up and he laughed at me again, pressing a quick kiss to my lips before stepping back.

  “So that’s what this is really about?” he mused, bending down to grab his discarded jacket. “Katie-Kat—you’re jealous.”

  His knowing smirk only further angered me. I wasn’t jealous. Why would I be jealous of Annie?

  Because she’s normal and you’re not. Because he’ll pick her.

  Shut up, I mentally snapped. If he wanted her, why would he take me? Unless she was in on it, too…

  “You really think I would do that to you?” he questioned, suddenly sounding angry.

  His mood swings threatened to give me whiplash. He was smiling, glaring, or as blank-faced as a statue.

  “I don’t know, Mason. Why wouldn’t you do that? I don’t know who you are or why any of this is happening to me!”

  I threw my hands up in the air and attempted to brush past him.

  A soft “Oomph” was squeezed from my lungs when he wrapped his arms around me and crushed me to his chest.

  “I told you it’s only you. You didn’t see what you think you did.”

  “What does that even mean?” I squirmed in his embrace, but he held me tight, resting his head on mine.

  I let him hold me, keeping my ear to his chest. Our heartbeats were in sync and I found it disturbing. It was dauntingly clear that I wouldn’t get answers from him unless he wanted to give them to me or I was smart enough to get them on my own.

  I knew I could get away, though. He couldn’t keep me locked away like a prisoner forever.

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  You suck all the excitement out of life if you give away all your secrets, and I had plenty to go around. In due time, I’d let a few accidentally slip out.

  I led Katie down the hall, pretending I wasn’t aware of how scared she was. Her uncertainty was the base I built upon. The tight grip on my hand and the way her pretty blue eyes flickered back and forth from door to door let me know she needed me.

  I made her feel safe. I had the ability to comfort her, to soothe her. It was a power rush.

  It was my intention to make her feel so vulnerable, I could bind her to me, make her see that there was no better place to be than in my bed. Excitement for what was to come had my pulse quickening and me increasing my pace.

  I needed to get her cleaned up and fed before doing anything else. We would be staying at my father’s château for the time being. We couldn’t go home even if I wanted to; I still needed to send someone to clean the dogs’ organs off the staircase.

  I hadn’t meant to cut them open. I’d had an embarrassing lapse in self-control when she disappeared on me, something that hadn’t happened since I killed my nanny when I was eleven.

  It wasn’t the dogs’ fault.

  The most important thing I had to remember was that I kept her favorite one alive. My father stopped me just in time, and that’s all that mattered. One out of three wasn’t bad, in my opinion.

  I glanced over my shoulder, quickly taking in her slight frown before looking away. She wanted to see her sister, but I couldn’t let them reunite just yet. Not until the time was right.

  If they saw one another now, Annie would ruin everything.

  We emerged from the double-doors that separated the corridor from the rest of the massive house, and I led her to my old bedroom.

  As always, Katie, as curious as a kitten, glanced around, trying to glean information from the simple room.

  She wouldn’t get any.

  The Pokémon cards I used to collect were no longer on my dresser, and my gaming system had long ago been packed away. It looked like an ordinary, average spare bedroom—but luxury styled.

  I walked her straight to the bathroom, wordlessly and reluctantly letting her hand go so I could turn on the shower.

  “Strip,” I commanded once the temperature was just right. She looked up at me with a clear objection in her eyes. How had a small interference made such a difference in her?

  I bit back a smile when I reminded myself that her issue wasn’t being brought back to me—it was the fact that she thought I had some type of intimate relationship with her sister.

  I wanted to drill her skull open and find out what was going on inside the jungle that was her mind.

  “What happened to your redhead?”

  My redhead? Fuck, she must have been referring to Ginger. Her voice was back to being soft and gentle, like I preferred. Her sweetness was something I craved—another new development I was trying to adjust to.

  “Take your clothes off or I’ll take them off for you.” I ignored her question like she’d just ignored my order. She diverted her gaze to the floor and slowly began to remove her dress.

  There were bruises on her knees, dirt smudged on her usual smooth skin, and the gauze on her feet needed to come off. Yet, in spite of all that, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. Even taking her apart wouldn’t compare, although I longed to make a perfect incision right down her middle—just to take a peek. I wouldn’t touch anything.

  She crossed her arms over her breasts and let her hair fall around her face. I’d seen her at her lowest point of life, yet showing me her tits still made her feel uncomfortable.

  “Come here.” I crooked two fingers and waved her over. She hesitated for only a second before coming to stand
in front of me, still looking down.

  “Hold on to my shoulders,” I told her, kneeling and lifting her left foot, gently unwrapping the soft cotton pad. Her pussy was right in my face; small hairs were growing back from it not being shaved. I could still smell myself on her.

  I reached up and ran my thumb across her thigh. She tensed and all the blood in my body found its way to my cock. Forgetting the task at hand, I spread her lips apart with two fingers and leaned in to inhale the smell, swiping my tongue right up the middle.

  There were still remnants of my come on her, making me even more eager to devour her. I delved my tongue inside, working it up and down. Her tiny fingers curved into me and a soft sound left her throat.

  I needed more of her; it was never enough to have just a little bit. She was a narcotic I wanted to swallow whole. Fucking her was my Narcan. I had this overwhelming need, a desperate carnal hunger to possess her.

  It was never meant to be this intense. My father underestimated the way I would feel once I had her at my disposal. His small gift to me was beginning to feel like a curse. In one swift motion, I stood, towering over her, reveling at her subconscious response to step back.

  “Get in.” The words came out harsher than I intended.

  Her hues widened and she eased past me to step inside the shower, quietly shutting the glass door behind her.

  I watched the water cascade down the curves of her body. The way she was standing exposed everything for my eyes’ delight. She had a perfect body, and she had perfect skin. It was a flawless canvas I could mold to my desire. She would make such a pretty picture.

  “Everything you need will be on the bed.” I cleared my throat and spoke over the running water, making my way out of the room before I did something unforgiveable.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Mason was gone when I got out of the shower, and I was more than a little relieved.

  Something was off about him. I knew he wasn’t exactly normal, but this was different. I hadn’t really noticed it until he unwrapped my feet. He just seemed…off. And the way he left, leaving me a needy mess, wasn’t like him.