by Crimson Syn
Dirty Obsession
The Ravenhead Corporation
Crimson Syn
Copyright © 2018 by Crimson Syn
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Contents
DEAR READERS
Author’s Note
Prologue
1. Cassandra
2. Drake
3. Drake
4. Cassandra
5. Cassandra
6. Cassandra
7. Drake
8. Cassandra
9. Cassandra
10. Drake
11. Cassandra
12. Drake
13. Cassandra
14. Cassandra
15. Drake
16. Cassandra
Epilogue
Afterword
Beautiful Betrayal
Prologue
Special Author Spotlight
Unscripted by Author Jax Hart
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Also by Crimson Syn
Stalk the Author
To all those naughty girls out there who hold sinful secrets and dirty obsessions, this one’s for you.
DEAR READERS
Hello my sinful readers and welcome to The Ravenhead Corporation.
For those of you who love your alphas dark, seductive and obsessive, then I introduce you to Drake Archer.
Dirty Obsession started out as a naughty Daddy Novel for Father’s Day and it turned out into so much more. This Daddy made me go into a dark chase filled with lust, obsession, power and control. A storyline that is filled with an intense new world of cybercrime and terrorists ready to tear this couple apart.
Drake Archer’s loneliness has reached a pinnacle and now that he’s found the one he wants, he’s not planning on letting her go. His dark seduction will have all of you moaning his name as he desperately tries to win the heart of his little girl.
Cassandra Haynes doesn’t expect the power that Drake holds over her. She fights, but in truth, she wants to give him everything he needs. As long as she doesn’t lose herself, as long as she could trust that he won’t hurt her, than maybe she can love him as much or more than he loves her.
Naughty Reading,
Crimson Syn
Author’s Note
Dirty Obsession is the first book in The Ravenhead Corporation series. It is a hot insta-love, daddy alpha novella that is sure to ignite the pages with all that steamy sexiness we all love to indulge in.
Stay tuned after the story for a Sneak Peak at Beautiful Betrayal and meet Drake’s handsome cohort, Maxwell Cunningham.
A special treat awaits you right after as I do a Special Spotlight of one of my favorite authors, the handsome Jax Hart. Hold on to your panties ladies as I give you a glimpse of Unscripted and a very sexy Silver Fox.
Prologue
Drake
Three months ago…
I’d been searching online for months for this fucker. He’d already infiltrated Ravenhead twice. We’d been able to put up firewalls against him within seconds, but he kept sneaking into the system through the backdoors. I had men all over the server, guarding it and checking for any glitches or malware that may interrupt our feeds or data. This asshole was quick and sharp. He was digging for something, but I was going to find him before he could touch one tendril of Ravenhead’s cyberspace.
Being the head of Security for Ravenhead Corporation I had access to all global security including classified FBI programs. If you wanted to find somebody you came to me. The Corporation dealt with the defense industry’s security program and manufacturing of weapons. We mostly contracted out for the U.S. military, but we also worked with foreign allies, which put us on everybody’s radar.
I started in Ravenhead about ten years ago when I was leading a case for the FBI. Lucian Steele had sought out the help of the agency because of a hacker who’d been trying to gain military information through his systems. I was the special agent in the Cyber Crime Division who was leading the case. It took us three months but we found the team of foreign hackers who were trying to download a weapon list from Ravenhead’s vault. Luminary. Taking them down was one of the best achievements of the FBI to this day.
Before I left Ravenhead, I was called in by Lucian who asked me to retire and come work for him. I was hesitant at first, at thirty-two I had a good job in the FBI, but the check and benefits Lucian offered had been tempting. Ten years later and here I am, Chief of Security for the corporation and Steele's right-hand man. It was a great opportunity, the right move at the time. I had everything I ever wanted or needed, but as you know, success comes with a price and this one came with the price of loneliness.
At forty-two, I’d given up on having a family-a wife. I didn’t regret my choice, but there were moments where I wanted more, where I yearned for that connection again. Which is why I let myself get dragged into this mess in the first place. It was during this damn cat and mouse chase that I came across her site. I didn’t expect to find her dirty as fuck thoughts as I was delving deep into the darknet tracking this son of a bitch down, but there they had been. Her blog was filled with these erotic smut stories that held me captivated. This woman wrote things I desired, I craved. She was a horny little kitten needing a Daddy to take care of her.
I’d saved her blog only going back to it once in a while, but her stories kept bringing me back. Night after night she’d write them, and reading them had become an addiction for me. Her stories didn’t just arouse me, they made me want her, want what she conjured up in that dirty little mind of hers. My plan was going to ignore the feelings and move on, that was, until tonight.
I’d been searching for this hacker’s signature for hours with no leads. As I stretched my arms out a familiar ping popped up on my computer. It was a private account I had set up on the side. Clicking on it, the bright green light indicated to me that she was on her profile, probably writing another one her dirty fantasies. I wasn’t a man that needed to talk online to get what I wanted. Women usually approached me, but none that I wanted to get to know as much as this one.
I hadn’t expected her to answer me. I didn’t even know why the fuck I was contacting her. Perhaps I needed the company or maybe I wanted to find an outlet for this pent up sexual frustration. Either way, I was the one who reached out. I was the one to blame. Her fantasies drove me to seek her sweetness. Fuck! I wasn’t even aware how far I was about to go into the rabbit hole.
She had an avatar that was driving me crazy. All you could make out were her dark brown locks and her delectable cleavage. Her breasts outlined in a blue silk shirt. It was simple, she wasn’t revealing too much, but enticing nonetheless. Then again, it could all be a lie, she could be some ugly housewife sitting around with nothing better to do. The thought alone wrecked me.
To be honest, I didn’t think she would respond, nor did I think it would go further than a night of fun.
Fuck, how wrong I was.
Ghost: Just wanted to let you know how much your stories arouse me. You get into my head and I can’t seem to get you out. I only want to greet you and say thank you for sharing your fantasies, sweet girl.
Candee: Oh my. Why thank you. I do enjoy enticing my readers.
I stared at the screen, shocked that she had answered me so quickly. I paused for a moment, my fingertips lying on the keys. My impulse has always be
en to find out more and that’s exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to find out who she was.
Ghost: You definitely entice my senses. I keep wondering, what entices yours?
I paused, waiting patiently, and after a few seconds of not getting a response, I figured she was better off anyway. I was about to shut down my desktop when her message popped up.
Candee: Strong, possessive daddies entice me. Are you a Dom or a Daddy?
I laughed, if she only knew.
Ghost: A little of both.
Candee: Mmmmm, sounds very enticing. I must say, I like your blog.
I frowned. There wasn't much on my blog. I kept it as vague as possible. In this case, it was filled with random pics of places, food, re-blogs of her dirty stories that I saved so I could go back to my favorite ones. I never gave my real name, where I lived, I never gave away a thing, I needed to protect my identity at all costs. I couldn’t have my private life exposed so I created several fake accounts at a time. It was a front that allowed me to surf the web and find out information. Some of the accounts I created were mine and some were for the corporation. They allowed me to get close to the people threatening our security.
Candee: I see my name on there, quite a bit. Looks like you really enjoy my writing.
Ghost: I do.
Candee: Hmmm…
Ghost: Why do you like my blog? There’s not much on there?
Candee: That’s why. You’re not a perv. You’re blog’s not full of naked women. I like that.
I frowned and bit down on my lip. If she only knew how much I wanted to see her naked. How I’ve imagined her sprawled on my bed, her hand between her wet pussy as she enticed me some more. I brushed a hand down my face, scratching at the scruff that lined my chin.
Ghost: Is that you in your avatar?
Candee: Yes. Is that you in yours?
I looked at my pic and yes, it was me. Just my torso visible. A charcoal suit, my hand adjusting my blue tie.
Ghost: Yeah, that’s me.
Candee: You look yummy.
Ghost: So do you.
Candee: Can I ask what you look like?
I hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to divulge too much information, but after a few seconds, I figured what the heck. It was a give and take situation at the moment, and I needed her to feel comfortable enough to give me everything I wanted.
Ghost: Six foot two, dark hair, light blue eyes, a beard. I’m forty-two, how old are you, baby girl?
Candee: I’m five-foot-four, a bit on the curvy side, dark brown hair, brown eyes. I’m twenty-eight. Is that too old for you?
Ghost: Not at all, baby girl. Just perfect for me. Are those wicked stories written from experience?
Candee: Not really. I just write down things I fantasize about. Things I’ve watched and imagined.
Ghost: You have dirty fantasies.
Candee: That you have read and seem to enjoy.
I smiled. She was a wicked little thing, I liked her spark. She was different, arousing and I wanted more.
Ghost: I’m sure I can think of a few fantasies I’d like to give you.
I waited a few seconds, and once again it took a little longer than I wanted for her response to come through. After a minute or so, she answered.
Candee: What kind of fantasies?
I smiled. The kitten wanted to play, and I was going to give her just what she wanted.
Ghost: First, tell me what I can call you.
Candee: You can call me Candee.
Ghost: That’s not your real name. I want your real name.
Asking for her real name was taking a risk, but I needed to know.
Candee: You tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.
I should have waited, I shouldn’t have given her what she wanted, but like I said, I had to give to take.
Ghost: Drake
Candee: Is that really your name?
Ghost: Yes.
Her reply once again came through after a few long, lingering seconds.
Candee: My name is Cassandra
My sweet Cassandra. I tried it out a couple times, rolling it off my tongue like I would her sweet clit.
Ghost: Nice to meet you, Cassandra.
She sent me a smiling emoji and I sat there, staring at it for a moment. What the fuck am I doing? Pining over a stranger like a high school boy. This girl, this stranger, had me tightly wound and ready to explode.
Candee: I also go by kitten, or baby girl.
My cock had been throbbing since the moment she greeted me. As we spoke I realized I wanted to do so much more to her then chat. I wanted to meet her, to dive into her deepest darkest fantasies with her and get to know every inch of her sweet, curvy body.
Ghost: Then I’ll be glad to call you my baby girl.
Candee: Nnngh. That makes me hot.
Fuck! She was definitely a needy little kitten. If she wanted to play then I’d bite.
Ghost: You’re in need of a strong hand, aren’t you?
Candee: Are you willing to be that strong hand?
Ghost: That depends on you.
Candee: Oh? And how’s that?
Ghost: Are you willing to give me what I want?
Candee: And what is it that you want?
Ghost: You.
I waited a moment, staring at the word as it hung in the air, but her reply didn’t come through. I was pissed off. I knew I was being too forward. No woman would give themselves up to a stranger so easily. I leaned back in my chair, hoping she’d reply. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Nothing. As I went to turn off the desktop, once again that addictive little ping notified me of her reply.
Candee: Why do you want me?
I smirked knowing I was close, knowing I had peaked her curiosity.
Ghost: Because I want to do all sorts of naughty things to you. I want to make your fantasies come true, baby girl.
Candee: My fantasies are dirty, naughty, innocent.
I smiled, knowing she was caving.
Ghost: So are mine, except for the innocent part. Mine are wicked. Mine involve defiling my new baby girl.
She took a second to reply, but she replied nonetheless, and I knew I had caught her.
Candee: Make me yours then, Drake. Tell me, what would you do to your new toy?
Fuck! I had her right where I wanted her. My hand was slowly stroking my cock beneath my boxers. I wanted her so fucking badly.
Ghost: Where are you?
Candee: Lying in bed.
Ghost: Good. Now spread your legs for me. Tell me. How do I make you feel?
Candee: You intrigue me. Make me throb a little.
Ghost: I want to make you quake from the pleasure I give you.
Candee: Nnngh, yes.
Her responses had my dick swollen and I imagined her moaning and whimpering for me, her legs spread out revealing that pretty pink slit of hers. I wanted her to myself. I didn’t want her talking to any other man. I needed to reassure her.
Ghost: Before we go into this, I need to tell you that I don’t ever do this. I didn’t expect you to answer me, so I’m assuming you do this a lot.
Candee: You assume wrong. I didn’t expect to do this at all. Just feeling a little lonely tonight. Vulnerable maybe.
I groaned inwardly.
Ghost: I’m a jealous man, kitten. I want you exclusively for myself.
Candee: That sounds rather possessive. You don’t know me, I don’t know you.
Ghost: If you want to be mine, then you’re mine and only mine. If not, then we end this here.
I waited patiently, knowing it would take her a second to respond. When the reply did come in, my cock twitched in excitement. In front of me was a picture of her, not her face, but her body. She was beautiful. Long brown waves that ran down her back. Soft alabaster skin. A loose top that dipped so fucking low the tips of her breasts peeking out. I could see her soft pink lips in the shot. She was biting down on them, all innocent like. Her legs were in little black sleeping shorts, crosse
d one over the other in a sexy pose.
Ghost: You’re fucking beautiful.
She sent me a blushing emoji and then a kiss. She was so fucking cute I couldn’t stand it.
Candee: I want to be yours.
Fuuuck! I tugged harder on my cock, staring at her luscious tits in the picture. My eyes focusing on those lips as I pictured them on mine. I wanted to suck on them, bite them for her.
Ghost: Spread your legs for me baby girl. Tell Daddy what you feel.
Candee: Nnngh. It feels hot, Daddy. So wet and hot.
Ghost: Fuck!
I dragged my hand down my face and straight to my cock. This was beyond dirty, this was wrong in every way. Yet, I couldn’t help but get dragged into this dark, naughty world by her. I wanted to give her all the pleasure in the world. I wanted her to know she was going to be mine. That I was going to take possession of that sweet little pussy of hers. Me.
But I had to go slow. I could find her if I really wanted to, it would be so easy, but I wanted her to come to me of her own volition. I wanted to work her into revealing herself. I needed to see more than just pouty lips and brief glimpses of her body. I wanted all of her. And besides, the not knowing was part of the fun. Because it was fun. At least that’s what I kept telling myself.
Candee: Drake. Make me cum for you Daddy.
For the next hour, I devoured her messages. I gave her everything she needed. Learned her little triggers. She liked to be called my baby girl, she liked me telling her she was naughty, dirty. It was all so fucking taboo yet so fucking perfect. As I stroked my cock for her I focused on just giving her pleasure. I groaned as I jerked my cock, allowing myself to indulge in her naughtiness.
