A Lovely Obsession: The Complete Debt of Passion Duet

by Coralee June

  “This isn’t goodbye, Pretty Debt,” he whispered. Fuck, I loved the nickname. I had missed it so much. “But promise me you’ll leave if I don’t come back.”

  “Never,” I instantly replied. Hunter dipped his finger between my thighs and plunged it inside of me. He rubbed his palm along my clit. His lips devoured me as I moaned into his mouth. The pulse in my clit was throbbing. His other hand went back to my breast and squeezed it. My hair fell around us as he fucked my mouth with his tongue, and my cunt with his finger. I rolled my hips around his hand, whimpering demands as I went.

  Faster and harder. I could feel my skin growing wet with sweat and the liquid heat pooling between my thighs. “Promise, Pretty Debt,” Hunter groaned against my bottom lip before biting down on the bruised, plush skin. He tugged and tugged, like he could pull devotion out of me by his teeth.

  “No.” I could feel the crest of my orgasm coming on. “I’m so close,” I whispered.

  “Too fucking bad,” Hunter said with way too much glee. Hunter stopped moving. I knew he would. I knew he’d hold my pleasure hostage until I agreed to keep myself safe.

  “I promise,” I lied. Hunter pulled his wet finger out of my cunt and licked it. Long, slow, and languid. He savored the taste of me with his eyes closed.

  “Do you?” he asked.

  “I do. Now pay your debt, Hunter Hammond.” It was meant to be a teasing comment, in reference to the two orgasms he owed me, but there was more there. More to our story. More guilt and forgiveness and redemption shared between us than we could ever articulate.

  His eyes flashed with an emotion I couldn’t place. He stared at me for two breaths with his lips parted. “With pleasure,” he replied before sinking down my body and plastering his lips to my pussy. He kept pushing and pushing. My legs fell apart. I loved his mouth. Hot and hard. He teased me with his tongue, flicking and brushing in ways that drove me absolutely insane.

  My eyes wanted to flutter closed, but I stared at the beautiful, hardened man surrendering to my cunt. “You taste so fucking good,” he rasped. “I just want to drown in your cum.”

  I shivered at his hot words. “Yes!” I screamed as he flicked against my hardened clit. I was squirming and arching my back, trying to get closer to his mouth, though it felt like too much. His tongue was commanding and sure. The rhythmic move of his mouth was driving me right back to that crest. “So close.” Hunter sank against me, pinning my trembling legs down with his arms while eating me out. I came hard. It had been building up for so long that my body practically exploded from the sensation. I felt my muscles dip and relax. My eyes closed. I ground against his lips as my back arched and moans of pleasure escaped my mouth. “Fuck!”

  “One more,” Hunter said with pride before standing up. I felt limp lying on the bed but already greedy for more. I might have come, but I wasn’t done. Not yet.

  Hunter stripped off his pants and boxers as quickly as possible before hovering over me. “Pretty Debt, this isn’t goodbye sex, okay?” I nodded as he positioned himself over me.

  I flipped over on my stomach and rested my chin on my shoulder. “Make me come, Stalker,” I moaned.

  Not needing any more invitation, Hunter grabbed my hips and pulled my ass toward him. Hardness greeted my tight hole, and I whimpered at the idea of him thrusting inside of me there. “Not today,” Hunter said, as if reading my mind. “I want to take my time when I fuck your sweet ass, Pretty Debt.”

  He rubbed his dick along my slick folds, coating his cock with my cum and teasing my sensitive nub all the same. His hands threaded through my long hair, and I felt him tug. It was then that I realized we were in this position exactly five years ago—right before he drugged me and left me. Emotions clogged my throat, but I didn’t want them to ruin this moment. “Fuck me already,” I said, letting my dirty desires take over because I couldn’t handle my emotions. This felt a lot like the last time he said goodbye to me.

  Hunter stopped. “This feels like goodbye sex,” he whispered.

  “It’s a little familiar,” I agreed.

  Hunter gently eased me back onto my back. He looked me right in the eye. “Pretty Debt,” he whispered before thrusting inside of me. He held onto my thigh as he plunged deeper and deeper. I cried out at the invasion of his hard cock. I locked my eyes on his, not breaking with each punishing thrust or even when he pressed his forehead to mine.

  Our breathing aligned. Our moans filled the motel room. In and out. In and out. Sweat covered both of our bodies, and hours seemed to pass in that moment. Both of us were lost in each other. Fucking and coming, over and over and over again, in the safety of our non-goodbye.

  And when we were done, Hunter held me.

  “Remember what you promised me,” he said. He was determined to make me understand. Fleetingly, I wondered if he was planning on not coming back. Maybe he was worried I’d lock myself in this motel room waiting, drifting away to nothing but bones and grief.

  “You’re going to try your hardest to come back, right?” I asked.

  “I promise.”

  HUNTER

  The mansion at Muttontown had stark white wooden walls covering the expansive exterior. It was an intimidating sort of influence. Pride bled from the large double doors of the entrance. Privilege and secrets could be seen from every carefully planted shrub. The luscious green lawn surrounded a long, winding driveway made of brick, and the perimeter of the mansion had a tall gate of black steel.

  I felt like I was walking blind. Because I spent all day researching where Bloomington lived, I didn’t have time to stake out the Muttontown mansion where his mistress stayed. A few Escalades with tinted windows were parked out front, and as I waited for the right moment to sneak inside, I noticed various men with tattoos crawling up their necks coming and going. They definitely didn’t look like appointed security for the mayor.

  At around ten p.m., Bloomington’s mistress exited from the front door and was escorted to one of the Escalades by a large man. He didn’t even glance up from his phone as he walked her to the car, which told me this was a really inexperienced security team. They might have looked big and intimidating to the untrained eye, but they were lazy and cocky. Anyone worth their salt would have found me already with a simple sweep of the perimeter. This was both good and bad. Good because I could slip in easily, bad because untrained idiots with guns somehow always managed to do the most damage.

  I stared at his mistress. Unlike the red ensemble she wore before, she was now wearing an elegant black gown that was both sexy and classy. I guessed Bloomington had a dress code for his birthday party. I also guessed he wanted her showing up later to avoid confrontation with the missus.

  I wore all black and was strapped with weapons from head to foot. I had a pistol on my hip, an assault rifle on my back, and a Glock on my ankle. There was also a metaphorical knife in my chest from thoughts of Roe. Today had been tragically perfect. Her body was this soft, beautiful thing that shivered and quaked when I touched it. Her cum on my tongue was the sweetest taste. I was a fucking goner.

  But I had to focus.

  I knew that the security system at the mansion would trip the moment I hopped the fence. Luckily, it wasn’t located in a gated community with its own security, but the police station was only ten minutes away. I estimated that I only had seven minutes to get inside, find Mack, and get out. I had been in worse situations, but there was no guarantee that the blueprints I had were up-to-date or even accurate. And on the off chance a police officer was on patrol close by, I could have much less time.

  In a pinch, I could disappear out the back and slip into the neighbor’s yard. I had parked my truck inconspicuously up the road and changed my plates before coming here. Usually, I would have months to coordinate and plan out something like this. I had to think of every last detail on the fly.

  Once I was confident I could break in, I took a steadying breath and pulled my ski mask down over my face before hopping the fence. Every exterior corner of thi
s house had a security camera mounted to it. I didn’t want anyone getting a glimpse of my face. An alarm didn’t sound the moment my feet touched the ground, but I knew I had tripped a silent trigger.

  I sprinted in the shadows up the drive, toward the house, and didn’t bother approaching the front door. There was no way in hell I could kick down a deadbolt in the amount of time I had. I also didn’t want to waste my energy on that shit. There was no telling how many people were inside, and I needed to diligently focus on conserving my time and strength.

  Using the knife I had strapped to my thigh, I punched a first floor window, shattering the glass and creating a space for me to climb through. Once the excess shards were pushed out of the way and there was clearance for me to slip in, I hoisted myself up and entered the home. If the alarm hadn’t gone off when I hopped the fence, it was definitely going off now. I had six minutes at best.

  I quickly realized I was in the sitting room. I didn’t take much time to look at the decor, but noted the oversized furniture and a ridiculous portrait of Lorelei petting a pretentious looking white cat. The pussy had a hot pink collar encrusted with diamonds. Once I had my bearings, I made my way down the hall to where I knew the basement was. I kept my ears open, listening for signs of anyone. There was still one Escalade parked out front, which meant there were still people on the premises.

  An empty house would be ideal, but keeping those guards stationed here meant that Bloomington had something he needed watching. I could only hope it was Mack.

  I inched down the hallway toward where I knew the basement was, but paused when I heard a loud TV in one of the rooms up ahead. My brain scanned my memory of the blueprints I saw, trying to locate the source of the sound in my mind. There was a game room toward the back of the house that neighbored the dining room. Laughter boomed in that direction, making me grow rigid. Who was here? How did they not know I was here?

  I took a moment to direct the adrenaline coursing through my body. It was always the calm before the kill. I took a deep breath and willed stillness through my body. The greatest strength was being able to control your fight or flight response. Your instincts knew it was dangerous; you were prehistorically conditioned through years of evolution and primal preservation to respond to fear. If you could stay calm, you won.

  I went still. I stepped closer.

  In this sort of situation, I knew that it was better to ask questions later. I also knew that it was better to be on the offense instead of the defense, so I quickly traveled down the hallway while gripping my assault rifle in both hands.

  Once at the entrance to the room, I craned my neck to look inside, freezing when I saw three men sitting on a couch. It didn’t take me long to realize that they were drunk off their asses. One of them was snoring, and the other two were watching a terrible vintage porno on the television. Amateur lusty music filled the speakers. I literally caught them with their dicks out. The porno was in a foreign language, and the guards were jerking off and laughing at the eighties hair and terrible acting. I guess it distracted them from the awkwardness of wanking it together.

  Beer bottles and white powder covered the coffee table, and the room smelled like stale farts. It was like walking into a frat house. I guess, while the boss was away, they wanted to play.

  I continued to scan the room, then froze when I saw a fourth body tied up to a chair in the corner. Bruises and blood covered his face, making his features nearly impossible to make out. But I knew instantly who it was. Mack. Getting him out of here would be fucking impossible. From the looks of it, he wasn’t even conscious.

  His hair was greasy, like he hadn’t been allowed to shower in days. His skin was pale and clammy, like he was feverish. I’d bet my left nut that one of the many wounds covering his face was infected. He needed to be cleaned up and put on some antibiotics as soon as possible. I checked my watch. Fuck. I didn’t have time for this. Even if these drunk bastards weren’t paying attention, I knew we wouldn’t be alone for long. It wasn’t safe to linger.

  One of the guys let out a laughing, repetitive grunt. “He, he, he.” It was timed to his meaty strokes, and I could see sweat dripping down his temple. Fucking gross. It felt similar to my last assignment back when I lived in Denver. Flashes of the hooker I shot in the motel echoed across my mind. I didn’t want to stick around. I easily aimed at the one going to town on his dick. The other one had already shot his load into a napkin. I breathed in. Breathed out. Pressed my index finger over the trigger and released a silent bullet through the air.

  Down. Blood. Gore.

  Screams. I released another. And another.

  The three guards were dead in exactly six seconds.

  I was simple and efficient. One minute, I had three grown ass men with families, pasts, sins, kinks, and preferences alive. The next, I sent them flying into oblivion. I was completely calm. Blood stained the powder blue couch. My heart rate slowed. My eyes closed. I could almost smell my mother’s perfume of cigarette smoke and disappointment.

  To some, murder was this traumatic thing that scarred them for life.

  My kills were anticlimactic and boring. This was why I hated it. It made me feel inhuman. It made me feel like my mother’s shitty boyfriend, Forest.

  I jumped into action and quickly jogged toward Mack. Dropping to my knees, I shook his thighs gently, spurring him awake. Mack’s swollen eyes opened and widened as much as they could, taking in the sight of my mask-covered face in delirious confusion.

  I ripped off the tape covering his mouth unceremoniously and winced when he groaned. “Stupid fuck,” Mack moaned while shaking his head.

  “You’re welcome, dick breath,” I replied while pulling my knife out and cutting at the ropes binding him.

  “Why the hell are you here? You won’t make it out alive. I’ve tried t-twice.” His voice was shaky. He was feverish as fuck to the touch. Mack needed a doctor immediately. “None of this is worth it. Gavriel’s blackmail isn’t worth it.”

  I didn’t understand a single word that he said, but I managed to cut him free while listening. I didn’t usually like to know Gavriel’s reasoning. One, because it made me even more involved than I already was. And two, because it just pissed me off. I didn’t like knowing that all of this was for some petty gang shit.

  I hauled Mack up to a standing position, and he looked around the room in confusion. “Is that a dead man with his dick out?” he asked while furrowing his brow.

  “Yes.”

  “I think he broke my nose.”

  “Your entire fucking face is broken. Let’s go.”

  I guided Mack out of the house, gripping his elbow and dragging him along. I kept my ears open for approaching cars and didn’t hear anything. Mack was wheezing and using his free hand to grab his side. Every step seemed to pain him. Fucking hell. I might have to carry him.

  We walked right out the front door, deciding the pomp and circumstance of a grand exit was better than forcing Mack’s broken body through a busted window.

  I was skeptical of how easy it was. Someone should have shown up by now. Mack was practically in the open. The three guards watching him were useless. This was a fourteen-and-a-half-million-dollar home, and not a single cop showed up to check it out. Something was up.

  We exited the front gate, and I had to practically drag Mack down the road. His legs were shaking as he walked. The night moon illuminated the pavement in front of us, and crickets could be heard chirping in the grass. “We’ll never make it. We’ll never make it.”

  I ignored Mack’s repeated musing as we made my way to my hidden truck parked off the road and covered by trees. I was just about to open the door and help Mack inside when I heard it.

  I heard the deadly parade.

  Three decked out Escalades barreled down the road. Some of them had their windows open and guns aimed at the woods. Their headlights cast shadows along the trees, and I knew with complete certainty that they’d either find us or we’d end up in a car chase we wouldn’t w
in. “Fuck.”

  I opened the driver’s side door and shoved Mack inside. He struggled and whimpered as I pushed his back to get him in. Fishing in my pockets, I handed him the keys. “You better fucking stay awake and survive this, old man. If we both die, I’ll kick your ass in hell.”

  “I’d argue with you, but we don’t have time, and we both know you always get your way. God’s speed, asshole.”

  I patted his shoulder. “My phone is in the glovebox. Call Roe and get to her. I’m going to take their cars down. The second I get the first one, you haul ass out of here. The distraction will give me clearance for the other two and should give you enough time to make it out.”

  I slammed the door shut, not waiting for his response. I didn’t have time for goodbyes. I didn’t have time to even think.

  I held my gun at the ready and crouched down. Slipping closer to the road, I watched the headlights as they drove up and down the asphalt, looking for us. I went to my knees, then my stomach. Looking through the sight, I followed the closest Escalade as it sped down the road. I aimed. I breathed in and prayed they didn’t have bullet proof tires.

  One.

  Two.

  Three.

  I exhaled and pulled the trigger, hitting the front, driver’s side tire. The Escalade spun out of control and ran into a towering tree. Wood splintered and exploded at the impact, as a shower of leaves fell down from the branches.

  Behind me, Mack shot out of the woods and passed me on my right before peeling out on the drive.

  The other two cars stalled indecisively, and a few men stumbled out of the first car. Mack drove on, not giving them a chance to catch him, and I waited for one of them to jolt out of their stupor and chase after him. One second passed, and the second car sputtered to life, accelerating down the long road after Mack. I aimed. I breathed in and out.

  Down. I hit the rear tire with ease, sending the car to flip round and round and round. I listened to the crunching of metal. The squealing of tires. It scraped along the pavement and didn’t stop until it hit dirt.