Obsessed

by Ashton Blackthorne

  “Which is?” Jax began to feel a sickening dread in his stomach.

  “They’re all dead. You killed them.”

  Jax felt himself sinking into her madness. What the hell was she talking about?

  “That’s ridiculous. They’re not missing. Brianna is the only one missing.”

  “That’s what you think. Check your phone.”

  Jax cringed as he quickly punched in ‘Missing Models’ into the search engine.

  His eyes widened in terror as he read the various headlines from the last few weeks.

  Model Fiona Grayson, Missing

  Samantha Frank, Missing.

  Tabatha Wayne, Local Model, Missing.

  Every last one of them were missing just as Chelsea had said. Jax felt the vomit tickling the back of his throat.

  But that had nothing to do with him. It was her.

  “You’re fucking insane. Let Brooke go. This is over, Chelsea.” He inched towards her. Maybe he could tackle her and grab the remote switch from her hand before she hurt Brooke.

  Looking up, he saw that Brooke had nearly succeeded in freeing herself. He smiled at her before turning back to Chelsea.

  “I used to think I was crazy, too. But the voices have never been wrong. Never. When I was nine and they told me to kill my best friend, Mollie because she was evil they were right. Mollie lived only to become the biggest slut in town. She got pregnant and had an abortion. They wanted me to kill her before she could murder her unborn child.”

  “So, are the voices telling you to kill me?” Jax ventured.

  “No. They only tell me to watch you. They tell me that you’re evil and must be stopped, but not by me. I am only to follow you and report on your activities. A replacement will be coming soon. My time is almost over.” She spoke as if she were programmed. Her voice even sounded different almost robotic.

  “Look, I don’t really care why you followed me, Chelsea. I think you need help. Let me get you some help. I can call some people and get you into the best treatment facility in the country. No one will ever know you’re there.” Jax bluffed hoping she would take him up on it.

  She shook her head. Her eyes misted with tears.

  “No, that won’t be necessary. My time is almost over.” She repeated.

  “It doesn’t have to be. You’ve made some mistakes. We all have. Let’s see how we can get you some help. I talked to your father and Tristan. They both love you and miss you.”

  She jerked her head up.

  “You saw them? Are they okay?”

  Jax nodded.

  “I’m glad,” she whispered.

  “Jax, I want you to know I did love you very much. Despite everything, I still believe in your books. You have a gift for writing. Focus on that. Drive out the evil.” Her eyes closed for a moment.

  In that instant, Jax dove for his gun. His fingers found the cold metal of the barrel as he gripped it. Chelsea spun around her hand on the remote her finger hovering about the switch.

  Jax cocked the gun and aimed it at her.

  “Drop it, Chelsea!”

  She shook her head as her thumb came down on the switch. The rope holding Brooke whipped back and snapped. Jax clamped his eyes shut feeling his heart shatter.

  As he peered up at the balcony expecting to see his beloved Brooke hanging there dead, he saw the rope empty. Brooke was sitting against the staircase clutching her throat, but she was alive.

  Chelsea stared in amazement. Seconds later, Jax fired the gun. Bullets flew through the air hitting her three times in the chest. She crashed to the concrete floor with a thud.

  Jax raced up the staircase to retrieve Brooke. He wrapped his arm around her to help her down. Her neck was rubbed raw, but other than that she appeared unharmed.

  Just then, the piercing wail of sirens filled the air right outside the warehouse. A squad of half a dozen officers stormed the warehouse.

  “Jax Paulson! Are you okay?” Two officers approached them. They nodded.

  “That’s Chelsea Goldstein. I had to shoot her to escape.” Jax motioned in the direction of Chelsea’s still body.

  The officers helped the couple outside to a waiting ambulance. Kristi threw her arms around the pair as soon as she saw them.

  “I’m sorry. I had to call them. I knew Chelsea was planning something awful.”

  “It’s okay. She’s dead. I shot her.” Jax rubbed his face with his hands. Brooke sniffled as the paramedics wrapped a blanket around her shoulders.

  “Thank God.”

  Inside, a female police officer knelt down beside the body of Chelsea. She placed her fingers on her neck.

  “Help me,” Chelsea’s voice was barely a whisper. The officer motioned for back up.

  “It’s okay. We’re going to get you help.”

  Chelsea coughed and blood spattered from her mouth. The bullet wounds in her chest oozed a continuous flow of blood. The officer knew she wouldn’t make it.

  “I have to ask you something.” Chelsea whispered grabbing at the police officer’s hand.

  “Yes?”

  “Who lies beneath the shadow of the pyramid?” Her gaze searched the officer’s brown eyes.

  “You do, honey, you do.”

  “Oh thank you, thank you. I can finally go now.” With that, Chelsea closed her eyes. In moments, she stopped breathing.

  The paramedics rushed inside the building. The police officer gingerly laid Chelsea’s body back on the ground. Carefully, she folded her lifeless hands over chest.

  “She’s gone.”

  Epilogue

  Disturbed had sold more copies on its’ first day of publication than any other book on the planet including the Harry Potter books. Jax was overwhelmed by how well it had been received. Critics were heralding it as the most impressive fiction book of the century. Others called it an absolutely breathtaking book that established a whole new fiction genre: Reality fiction.

  ‘Reality fiction-the very idea seems like a dichotomy, but the genre brings us into a world where fantasy and reality meet where one becomes indistinguishable from the other. Jax Paulson has perfectly illustrated a world where horrible things which happened to him in his fictionalized world become actual events taking place in his life.’

  Within the week, Disturbed nailed the number #1 slot on the NYT, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today.

  “Jessica Pierce would’ve been so proud.” Kristi said while toasting Jax and Brooke at their release party.

  Jax was in his element. Everything he ever wanted had come true. The horrible events of the past had faded away and the future looked bright. He had given his PA, Kristi a bonus check of $2 million dollars enabling her and her family to live in comfort for the rest of their lives. He gave Jessica’s grieving family a sizable donation for her son to attend the college of his choice. He even started a first time writer’s start up fund in her honor called the Jessica Pierce Indie Author’s Fund.

  Despite all the good things that were happening to him, Jax couldn’t help but feel a nagging sensation in his gut that something still wasn’t right. The models were still missing. Their bodies had never been found.

  And even with Chelsea gone he still didn’t feel safe. Something was happening to him.

  Maybe Chelsea was right.

  Maybe he was evil.

  THE END

  Sneak Peek at What Lies Beneath

  Don’t miss the second book in the Obsession Duet, What Lies Beneath! Coming late November 2017!

  The sound of her footsteps echoed throughout the empty building as Amira pulled the door open to the evidence room.

  Chelsea Goldstein.

  She flipped her long dark hair from her face as she took the evidence box from the shelf.

  Suddenly, she heard something.

  A rustling from behind her in the darkness.

  “Who’s there?”

  She heard the sound coming closer and closer. Amira’s heart pounded in her chest. As a police officer, she had nerves of stee
l. She took a deep breath.

  “I lie beneath the shadow of the pyramid. You will, too.”

  The voice shattered her as she spun around to face him.

  “My God, they were right,” she whispered holding her hand over her mouth.

  They usually are.

  Copyright © 2017 by Ashton Blackthorne

  Third Edition

  Published by: Blackthorne International

  All Rights Reserved.

  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted by any means – electronic, mechanical, photographic, recording or otherwise – without prior permission from the author.

  This book you are about to read and subsequent books in the Insatiable and Dark series are loosely based upon my own life. Specific names of people, places, and details of specific events have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved. It is NOT to protect the innocent I assure you.

  Warning from the Author

  Additionally, I would like readers to know that I ALWAYS practice and endorse safe sex. Condoms are consistently used. Sometimes, I do not choose to include specific safety details in the narrative as I feel that it damages the readers’ experience of the book. I encourage EVERYONE reading this book to always practice safe sex which includes getting regularly tested and using condoms.

  Also, many scenes in this book contain graphic depictions of BDSM. This lifestyle can be very rewarding and pleasurable to those adults who choose to participate in it.

  However, as with most things there are dangers.

  Always be certain when indulging in these acts that you have a partner who is caring and alert to your needs. Employ a safe word and if that person doesn’t stop when it is used then that may be construed as abuse. Please review reliable internet sources if you feel that you are in an abusive relationship.

  ****This book was previously released as Broken, Book One of the Insatiable Series. I combined the second book, Shattered into Broken to make one book. The third book, Bound to Him is available separately which is now the second book in the series.****

  Broken

  Ruthless. Unstoppable. Sexy.

  So, so bad.

  My gorgeous secretary calls me a bad boy in a good suit. I’ve built up quite a reputation over the years women have dubbed me “So, so bad” and men have called me the biggest, baddest shark on Wall Street. They say I’ve been everywhere, done everything…

  And it’s all true.

  I get what I want when I want it.

  And what I want now is Veronica.

  Her gorgeous curves beckon to me demanding that I succumb to her irresistible charms.

  But I can’t.

  Not yet.

  You see, I have a secret. A deep dark secret lurking inside me. For years, I’ve been broken, shattered, betrayed by someone who should’ve loved me beyond reason.

  Now that secret is threatening to be exposed.

  And I can’t have that. No matter what.

  Not even if it costs me what I treasure the most.

  Her.

  **Broken is the first book in the Insatiable series.***

  Prologue

  She was the sexiest woman I’d seen in a long time…

  It was 8 AM on a dull ordinary Monday morning when I stepped onto the elevator of the seventy floor building I worked in. Several other people got on so I moved to the very back.

  As I placed my briefcase down at my feet, I looked up to see a stunning young woman stepping on.

  She was dressed in a snug gray skirt slit high up the back. It outlined her tiny waist. Her blue blouse matched her incredible blue eyes and fit tightly across her full breasts. Her hair was long and softly curled. She caught my eye and I winked at her.

  Easily, she made her way to the back of the elevator stopping directly in front of me. Without saying a word, she turned around to face forward. Glancing down, I admired her firm ass. The door parted again and even more people got on. The elevator had gotten extremely crowded and she backed up right against my cock.

  Slowly, she arched her back and began to move her ass. Immediately, my cock grew hard.

  Leaning forward, I brushed her silky hair from her ear.

  “Don’t look at me. Spread your legs,” I whispered.

  She sucked in her breath her body tensing up at my words. Then she parted her legs ever so slightly.

  “More,” I whispered again.

  She complied as I eased my right hand up the back of her skirt. Her thighs were velvety smooth as my fingers climbed upward. My fingertips brushed the bottom of her lacy panties feeling how wet she already was. Pulling her panties to the side, my fingers were drenched with her juice. Rubbing her swollen clit, I pushed my finger forcefully up inside of her.

  Instantly, her legs stiffened as a soft moan escaped her lips. I began to slide my finger in and out gently at first then building to a vigorous finger fucking.

  She stayed facing forward as people continued to get on and off the elevator. The men on either side of me gave me sly knowing grins.

  Her pussy began to pulsate around my finger. I’d loved to have bent her over right there and stuck my cock right in here. She was so tight.

  She became more aroused, so much so I could feel her juices soaking her thighs. Suddenly, her legs clenched as she came. Another tiny moan escaped her lips. Several people turned to look as I eased my finger from her, slowly dragging it down her leg.

  The elevator stopped at the top floor. My floor.

  As I made my way toward the front, she followed me out.

  “Are you getting off here?” I asked innocently. She couldn’t have as only my office was on this floor.

  “I already did, thank you.” With that, she blew me a kiss and got back onto the elevator.

  Wow, what an amazing start to the day!

  “Fuck me, Mr. Blackthorne.”

  The hot sexy blonde pleaded with me as I readied myself to enter her.

  I leaned up on my arms gazing into her deep blue eyes. She ran her hands over my muscular chest, her fingers tracing each well-defined muscle. She wrapped her legs around my waist. I’d waited so long to have her. I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. Ever since she’d started as my assistant I’d been fantasizing about fucking her. Taking her on the desk in my office, in the conference room, on the floor by the elevator, in the elevator. Every morning when she sat my coffee down I gazed at her firm, full breasts in her tight blouse nearly bursting open the buttons. I longed to tear it open and bury my face in her cleavage.

  Grabbing her waist, I flipped her over on her knees. I leaned back to admire her beautiful body. Her tits hung lushly. Her nipples were small and erect. A perfect shade of dusky pink. Her ass pushed up in the air, waiting for me to slide deep inside her once again.

  I’d been longing to touch those perfect tits and I reached around to squeeze them. They more than filled my hands. I tugged on her nipples twisting and turning them making her needy. Finally, I pressed my thick hard cock against her opening. She threw her head back tossing her long honey colored mane in the air.

  Thrusting forward, I buried myself deep inside her. She felt so good my eyes rolled back in my head. Her pussy was velvety soft, soaking wet, and hot. It gripped my cock so tightly I nearly came on my first thrust.

  “Oh my God, Ash, you’re stretching me too much!”

  But I knew I gave her much more pleasure than pain. I held her by her hips pulling her back onto my cock grinding deep inside her. Then I reached up and wound her long hair around my fist as I pumped in and out. Her ass looked delicious as she bounced back and forth. She cried out as I slapped her ass hard, leaving a brief red mark.

  “Ash, oh my God, I’m coming!” She screamed. I slapped her ass again relishing the sound of my hand striking her soft flesh. I felt her contracting around my shaft and the sensations were so strong, so pleasurable, I felt myself coming deep within her.

  Falling forward, I wrapped my arms around
her. She snuggled against me as I buried my face in her sweet scented silky hair

  “Ash, I’ve wanted you for so long.” She whispered.

  I sighed deeply, content to relish the moment.

  “But I guess this means I’m going to have to quit.”

  “WHAT?”

  1

  The sound of my alarm awoke me with a start. I found myself alone in my bed. No Amber. It had only been a dream. Rubbing my head, I climbed out of bed. I set out for my usual run through Central Park enjoying the unusually warm weather. In late fall, New York is usually quite cold. Today I didn’t even have to bother with a sweatshirt. As I ran back through the park, the dry fall leaves crunched beneath my feet.

  The golden color of the leaves reminded me of Amber.

  After that dream last night, my desire for her was even more intense. My cock still throbbed as if she had been riding it last night.

  But Amber and I had made an agreement.

  There was only to be a professional relationship between us.

  When I’d hired her six years ago Jeremy Goldstein, my partner, had warned me against bringing a woman like her into our firm.

  “Why not?” I’d asked. She was educated and well qualified for the position.

  “Why not?” he’d asked. “Just look at her.”

  Look at her, he’d said. Hell, in the beginning I couldn’t do anything but look at her. She was petite. Tiny waist, unbelievable legs, incredible cleavage, long blonde hair and fabulous charm.

  When Amber walked into the interview, my initial thought was that she had the wrong office. Surely a beautiful, young woman like her was a model.

  She surprised me. Not only was she gorgeous which was putting it mildly, she was highly intelligent with a quick wit that matched my own. Her qualifications were stunning. She had a degree from Northwestern in finance. She’d worked for a major investment bank for the past four years. When I pressed her about her career goals, she informed me she didn’t want to pursue an MBA or work for anyone else.