Obsession (Obsidian #1)

Chapter 1

Saint

The club pulses with bass so heavy it rattles the walls, but I stopped hearing it ten minutes after I walked in. I never come for the music or the crowd. I come because the only thing that ever quiets the static in my head is the tight grip of control wrapped around someone else’s throat.

My phone buzzes in my pocket for the umpteenth time, no doubt my father, Sol, updating me about some Obsidian bullshit that I’ll have to take care of when I get back. Being the heir to the club and the VP has its perks, freedom and a night of peace isn’t one of them.

Which is why I come here.

It takes me a few minutes to find a target, my eyes roaming the bodies slick with sweat until they spot the man across the packed floor.

“Oh, he’s perfect,” I mutter to myself.

Slightly unruly dark curly hair covers hazel-green eyes, eyes that are slowly rising to meet mine.

The guy’s body is facing the bar, showing off his lean form and jeans clinging to narrow hips and a perfect ass.

But the best part about that man is his soft features, the elegant fingers, and lack of ink, just a quiet, watchful stillness in the middle of chaos.

And then our eyes lock.

I feel the pull low in my gut and cross the floor without thinking, cutting through bodies like they are not even there.

“You looking for something?” I purr, voice low enough to cut under the music.

The man’s breath catches in his throat, his cheeks coloring slightly as his eyes dip to my mouth. His gaze lingers there before dipping lower, the man clearing his throat and then meeting my eyes again.

“Maybe?” the man whispers.

I chuckle as I gesture to the back hallway. “How about me?” I drawl, stepping a little closer. I place a firm hand on the man’s hip, slowly dropping my hand lower to cup the firmness of the man’s ass. “Hmm?”

The man just nods. I turn on my heel and head down the hallway. I always know how to pick them, always know the men who will fall apart under my hands without threats, coercion, or anything else. As Obsidian’s VP, very few people stand against me, but their submission always comes with a price.

They want something in return. Money. Status. Power. My father.

That last fuck hurt the most, the man in my bed trying to get with my father rather than me. If that man was still alive, I might be more pissed. But the moment I learned what my latest fuck had been up to, I blew the man’s head clean off and promptly went out for a smoke.

The back room is a small storage space the club uses for overflow liquor and forgotten coats.

The one bulb in the corner is barely bright enough to scare away the shadows, but at least here, it’s quiet enough to actually hear each other.

The man slips inside just as I kick the door shut and lock it before turning around.

The man’s chest is already rising faster, lips parted in silent invitation.

I step in close, crowding him until the man’s back hits the wall with a soft thud.

I plant one large hand beside the man’s head and let my other palm settle on the side of his throat, thumb pressing just under the jaw where his pulse is hammering.

“You gonna be good for me?” I purr, my voice dropping a few octaves.

The man’s eyes flutter half-closed at the pressure on his throat. “Yes.” He clears his throat as his hands slowly press against my chest. “Are... names? I... Sín.” The man says his name like Sheen, which is both adorable and hot as fuck at the same time.

“I’m not giving you mine. That’s not what this is. Just something hard and fast. You in?” I tilt my head to the side, waiting for Sín to nod. My cock thickens instantly at the second soft ‘yes’ of surrender. God, this man is perfect. “Good. On your knees.”

The man drops without hesitation, faster than any other fuck I’ve gotten in years.

He sinks straight down, knees hitting the concrete floor, hands already working my belt open with eager fingers.

He drags the zipper down, frees my thick cock, and wraps those elegant, uncalloused fingers around the base like he has been waiting all night to do exactly this.

I slide my hand into Sín’s dark curls and tighten my grip. “That’s it. Get your mouth on it.” I press my free hand against the wall, using it for purchase.

The man leans in and takes me deep in one smooth, hungry glide. Wet heat envelops my cock, Sín’s throat opening around me without resistance, and the tight squeeze of those lips makes my hips jerk forward on instinct.

“Fuck,” I growl. “Swallow every inch like you were made for it, Sín.”

The man moans around me, the vibration rolling straight down my spine and straight into my balls.

He works me to the root, nose pressed tight to my pelvis, lips stretched obscenely wide.

Spit already slicks down his chin and drips onto the floor in messy strings.

His hands grip my thighs hard, pulling me deeper, like he needs the stretch in his throat more than air.

I rock my hips in slow thrusts, fucking the man’s mouth with as much control as I can muster.

My gaze dips down to Sín’s pants, a dark wet spot against his jeans, the fabric tented.

“Look at you. On your knees for a stranger with your throat full and your cock leaking in your jeans. You love this shit, don’t you? ”

The man whimpers and nods as much as he can, eyes glassy and wet with effort. He swallows around my cock again and again, trying to pull me even deeper each time.

My grip in Sín’s curls tightens. “Greedy fucking mouth. Sucking me like you’ll die if you don’t get my cum down your throat. That’s right. Take it. Take every fucking inch.”

I fuck the man’s face harder, building a steady rhythm that has wet, obscene sounds filling the tiny room. The man’s own cock strains hard against his jeans, that wet spot blooming at the front, but he never touches himself. He just keeps his throat open and lets me use it completely.

I pull out with a filthy pop, strings of spit connecting Sín’s swollen lips to the head of my cock. I haul him up by the hair, spin him around, and shove him chest-first against the wall.

“Pants down. Ass out. Now.”

Sín hesitates, I wonder if I have read this moment wrong. I need to be in control and as wonderful as getting my cock sucked is, I need to pound something and hard.

“No?”

Sín twists around, fear radiating through his expression. “Lube? Do you have lube?”

I let out a small growl, wondering who has used this poor man without preparing him properly. I dig into my pocket and produce a small packet of lube between my fingers. “Yeah and I’ve got more.”

The instant relief on Sín’s face pisses me off, more at whoever tried to ruin Sín. Then I remind myself that this is a one-off, a way to get my frustrations out before I have to return to being VP again.

I wait another moment before shoving Sín’s jeans and underwear to his thighs.

His ass is smooth and perfect, already clenching with obvious need.

I rip open the package and squirt it on my fingers, press two against that tight hole, and push inside slowly at first, letting the man feel every inch of the stretch.

“You need to stop, you fucking tell me.” I never give that out to my one night stands, not because I would not stop but because I have never needed to say it.

Sín relaxes an inch further, his forehead thunking against the wall, but he pushes back immediately, taking the intrusion with a broken sound of relief.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I mutter, scissoring into Sín’s ass roughly, curling hard over the man’s prostate on every pass until the man’s legs start to shake. “Been a while since anyone wrecked this pretty hole, hasn’t it? Or do you just save it for men who know how to use it right?”

“Please,” Sín breathes, voice already wrecked and hoarse. “Need it. Need you inside me.”

I lift an eyebrow, surprised I have found such a willing participant.

Usually there is more conversation or at least pushback but it is like Sín has been waiting for a similar opportunity.

I briefly wonder if someone has sent Sín here to get into my head, to fuck up the Obsidian’s plans and the drug we are spreading throughout the city.

Not possible. Just fuck the guy and go.

I add a third finger, fucking him open with blunt, relentless strokes.

“Begging already. Christ. You are perfect. Made to be fucked open and used until you can’t think straight.

” I have no plans to make this an entire evening, but just the idea of wrecking this man over and over and over makes my cock thicken further.

I pull my fingers free, spit on my cock, line up with Sín’s ass, and drive in with one brutal thrust that buries me to the hilt.

The man cries out, both hands flat against the wall, even as he pushes back. I clamp a hand over Sín’s mouth and grip his hip hard enough to leave bruises that will last for days.

“Quiet,” I growl against Sín’s ear. “You take what I give you, and you thank me for it with this tight little ass.” I pull out and slam back in. “I don’t need anybody coming in here and seeing me pound this sweet little hole.”

I fuck him harder then, deep and punishing strokes that slam the man into the wall on every thrust and make the wet slap of skin on skin echo through the small room.

Sín pushes back desperately, meeting every drive, his whole body shaking with the force of it.

I bite down on the curve of Sín’s shoulder through the shirt, teeth sinking in just enough to mark.

“That’s it. Squeeze my cock just like that.” I pause as Sín moans into my hand. “Fuck, really fucking love this, don’t you?”

I reach around, wrap a rough hand around the man’s leaking cock, stroking him in time with my thrusts, my thumb swiping over the slick head on every upstroke. “Come on. Come for me. Show me how much you love getting used like this.”

The man comes with a muffled sob against my palm, ass clamping down so hard that my vision whites out at the edges.

I fuck him through it, my hips snapping brutally against him as I chase my own release until the pressure inside me finally snaps.

I bury myself deep and flood the man’s hole with hot, thick pulses, grinding through every last drop while the man trembles and clenches around me.

For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing and the faint drip of come leaking out around my cock.

I stay inside him, forehead pressed to the back of the man’s neck, hand still covering his mouth.

The static in my head is finally gone. The pipeline, Sol’s orders, the eastern corridor threats, the seven-year-old screaming in my chest for a mother who never looked back.

.. everything has gone blessedly quiet. All that remains is warm skin, my spent cock, and the soft, trembling body still yielding under my grip like it never wants to be anywhere else.

I pull out slowly, watching my come leak down the man’s thigh in thick, pearly trails. The man makes a soft, wrecked sound, like losing my cock hurts worse than the brutal fuck itself.

I tuck myself away, zip up, and step back.

Neither of us speaks.

I unlock the door and walk out without looking back. But the image stays burned behind my eyes—the way the man dropped to his knees, the way he opened, the way he gave everything without hesitation.

For the first time in years, I feel something dangerously close to peace.