Darling Obsession

Chapter 11

Quinn

W hen we get to Harlan’s place, Manus drops us at the front door. The nice butler greets us as Harlan drags me inside by the hand. I guess I don’t walk fast enough for his liking, because he picks me up—and tosses me over his shoulder, carrying me upstairs.

Holy shit. Men really do this?

Upside down, blood rushes to my face. My hair is all over the place. I’m glad I can’t see the butler. I really hope he’s not watching this, but hell, I would if I were him.

On the drive here, Harlan drilled me with questions. Am I on birth control? Am I sleeping with anyone else? Did I really break up with Justin?

I guess the answers I gave satisfied his computer-brain’s need for information, because he takes me straight into his bedroom, and tosses me down. I scream. I can’t see where he’s tossing me, so until I land on the king-size bed, it’s startling.

He closes the bedroom door, and tears off his suit jacket, stalking over to me.

I scramble up to a sitting position as he stands over me, unbuttoning his black shirt.

“Hi. Um, this is fast,” I say nervously.

“It’s not fast,” he says with intensity. “I’ve wanted this since I first saw you.”

Mind blown.

“At Velvet?”

“At the bakery.”

“Oh…” My brain scrambles to make sense of this new information, and file it in logical order. Which is more challenging than it should be, as Harlan peels his shirt off in front of me. He’s wearing a tight black undershirt, and I already know he’s strong, but he’s surprisingly cut under his suit. I see pecs, hard nipples, and a rippling six-pack hugged in black fabric.

Before I can even rip it off with my eyes—or my hands—he grabs me under my knees. I’m yanked toward the edge of the bed. Then he spreads my knees, dropping me flat on my back. He towers over me, his hands traveling up my inner thighs.

“Wait.” I blink up at him. “You came into the bakery? Before that night I served you at Velvet?”

His hands pause in their exploration, his eyes meeting mine. “Yes.”

Oh, boy. How deep does this stalker rabbit hole go?

“When?”

His eyes darken, as if with the memory. “As soon as I was told that you were the one.”

Then he leans down and kisses me. Soft and hot, then deep and scorching. And with so much hunger, I’m soon melting into a tingling, horny mess as he ravages me with his mouth like he wants to swallow me whole.

The whole time, he hovers above me, making me long for his body to press down on mine.

God damn, he knows how to kiss.

How can someone so cold kiss so hot?

I can’t believe I’m here, on his bed, and he’s kissing me like this. I could make out with him like this for hours .

But… what were we talking about?

I find my spine in the puddle I’m rapidly becoming, and force myself to wrench away, because I need to know this shit. “The one… what?”

He draws up above me, and his hands land on my breasts, squeezing. His eyes hold mine, hot with desire. “My perfect, decoy Darla.”

“Um…” I struggle to make words as he massages my breasts, then pinches my now rock-hard nipples through my dress. “Did you really break up with her?”

He pauses the massage, unfortunately. “That’s what you want to talk about right now?”

“I told you about Justin.”

“I already told you I broke up with her.”

“Yeah. But we’ve established that you’re a liar, so…”

His expression darkens warningly, and one hand slides down my body—and over my panties. I quiver as he squeezes my pussy. And when his fingers brush my clit, I jerk involuntarily. My ovaries squeal.

His hand is so warm through the cotton. God, that’s good.

“Careful, Quinn,” he warns. “I like it much better when you say nice things to me.”

When have I ever said nice things to him?

His eyes gleam at me as I try to remember. I think I said it was nice that he got me a job? Maybe I called him handsome at some point…?

Did that go to his head?

That’s probably the last thing anyone needs here.

But I’m melting as he gently massages my pussy through my panties. I swallow, lest I start drooling on his expensive bedspread. My whole body warms as his thumb rubs gently over my clit, back and forth, and I figure he’s earning a compliment.

“Um. Okay…” My voice shakes. “You’re very, very good at that.”

“Thank you.”

“Is Darla really out of your life?”

He scowls, annoyed by the distraction, as he manipulates my clit with focus. “Yes,” he growls, as my eyes roll back in my head.

“How… serious were you? Um, you have nice hands.”

I can tell he finds the questions tedious and annoying, but maybe he’s tolerating them because I’m asking so nicely.

“Not serious,” he grumbles as he teases his fingers up and down the lips of my pussy through the thin fabric.

“It’s just that… oh, god … your sister said you seemed to be obsessed with her. That you said you were ‘holding out’ for her. What does that mean?”

“What does it matter?”

“I just want to know. It sounds like… you were saving yourself for her.”

“I’m not a virgin,” he says dryly, “if that’s what you mean.”

“But maybe you were saving your heart for her?” I gasp as he pinches my clit through my panties. “Did you… love her?”

“Quinn,” he growls softly. He tugs at my hard nipple at the same time he fondles my clit, and a little moan slips out. I tremble, really trying not to completely lose it here. His eyelids lower. “Are you jealous, beautiful?”

My cheeks burn. He called me beautiful.

“Yes.”

He laughs, a low, sexy chuckle that makes my nipples even harder.

“That’s the first time I’ve heard you laugh,” I say nervously.

“That’s the first time you’ve said something hilarious.”

“Why is it hilarious?”

“Because,” he says hotly, pulling at my panties, “there’s no woman you should be jealous of right now.” He manages to slide them down and right off, tossing them across the room before I can fully process that I’m half naked. My dress is up around my hips, and he’s got me spread open again.

He lays his hands on my inner thighs, gently spreading me open with his thumbs, and says roughly, “This sweet pussy of yours is the only one that’s getting my mouth.”

He kneels down, his hungry gaze between my legs, and his mouth follows.

I gasp when his tongue flickers over my opening. And when it thrusts inside, I choke back a cry.

I mewl helplessly as his luscious lips meet my clit, followed by his devilish tongue. I buck from the sheer pleasure, and he presses me down with a hand flat to my belly.

Then he proceeds to ravage my clit and my entire pussy with his hot, ravenous mouth, as if the devil himself possessed him to do it.

He spears me with his tongue, then laps hungrily.

I moan and pant.

When he starts suckling my clit with intent, pleasure converges on that one sweet spot so fast, I’m shaking.

I dare to look down, and when I see his gorgeous face between my legs, his mouth on me, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks, I don’t think I can withstand the rush of desire. This bossy, controlling man on his knees, all his power focused on sucking me toward climax…

I make a ragged, desperate sound of pure pleasure and helplessness, and his eyes drag up my body to lock on mine.

The look of lust and satisfaction on his face does me in.

My pussy shudders, aching to be filled, and my clit pulses in his mouth.

He groans.

“Oh, god. Harlan. Fuck. I’m gonna?—”

He stops completely, just before I explode.

He swipes his tongue over his lips as he stares me down, like he’s daring me to go off. Do it, that look says, and see what happens .

My heart pounds. I’m shaking all over.

I swallow, and try to catch my breath.

He gives me a moment’s reprieve, and pulls me up to sitting, deftly unzips the back of my dress, then tears it up over my head and tosses it away. My bra goes next, and I’m completely naked.

He’s not. It doesn’t seem fair, but it doesn’t seem like it’s up for negotiation, either.

He’s singleminded about it as he pushes me onto my back again, and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth. Suckling, with the same focused intensity, and what can only be called tenderness , that he used on my clit. It’s so delicious, all I can do is moan and take it.

His fingers slide over my clit, swirling in leisurely circles as he tongues my nipple, then dives onto the other one. He sucks harder now, and I’m right there with him. When he sinks his teeth into my breast, I squeal and arch, so ready for it, I could almost climax.

I’ve never had a guy bite me like that before, but I am instantly here for it.

He snarls. It’s a hungry, feral sound that makes my core clench with need.

He releases me, grabs my hips and flips me over like I’m weightless. I’m folded over the side of the bed, and he yanks my hips so my bare ass tilts up, toward him.

Then he smacks it.

I yelp. It stings, and heat flashes through my core, fading into a tingling warmth.

My mouth hangs open. I’m shocked by my own arousal.

I’ve been spanked before. And kissed. And eaten out. But this man just does it different.

He does everything better .

I hear fabric shifting, the unzipping of his pants, and desire courses through me.

“You want more?” he taunts, in the silkiest, hottest voice, it sets me on fire.

I don’t know whether to be more embarrassed about my reactions, shy, or just fling myself open in abandon. I cling to the bedspread, squeezing it in my fists, holding on for dear life when I whisper, “No?”

“Oh.” He clucks softly. “Well, then I guess I’ll put this hard cock away, and let you get dressed.”

I make the most embarrassing eep sound, and he tsk s at me.

Then he waits, a long-ass minute, for me to get up. Not touching me at all.

But I don’t move. I can feel his ferocious heat and want. I can hear him breathing. I know his eyes and all his attention are locked onto me, and it’s fucking intoxicating.

“Did you just lie to me, Quinn?” he says softly.

I mumble something into the bedspread, hiding my face against it.

When I don’t really answer him, he grips my ass in both hands—and shoves his bare erection against my pussy. It’s long, hard and silken-hot, and I immediately rub up on it, practically purring like a cat.

“You said no to me.” His voice is deadly soft. Low, controlled, and hotter than hell.

I’ve never wanted anyone so badly.

Not even close.

I try to breathe like I’m not totally losing my mind. I just want him to take over, so I don’t have to think about it.

But he won’t let me avoid his questions. He grabs my jaw, and gently turns my head so he can see the side of my face.

“Answer me. Yes or no?”

I nod, yes . It’s all I can manage. He can probably feel my pulse slamming against him.

When he flexes his hips and rubs himself against me, my clit spasms. And I know he feels it.

He groans softly.

“You’ve been a very bad girl, Quinn,” he says gruffly, but he sounds happy.

Have I?

“You talk back.” He smacks my ass again, sending a thrill through me. “You defy me.” He notches his cockhead right into the opening of my pussy. Just the tip. “You lie to me.” I feel him throb, and I shudder.

It’s maddening, and I buck, trying to take him deeper.

“I’m afraid you’ve earned yourself some punishment,” he says softly, and I can hear the fucking glee beneath his words.

Monster.

He spanks me, one stinging blow followed by another, then over and over, until I’m humming with pleasure and heat, and my cheeks sting.

Then he smoothes his hand over them gently, and I push up into him, wanting his touch.

In answer, he slides his hand to my lower back, another to the back of my neck, pinning me down to the bed. Controlling me.

“But tonight…” He teases me with a couple of shallow thrusts. “You’re going to do exactly as I say.”

When I just gurgle helplessly in response, he prompts, “Aren’t you?”

Whatever this game is he’s playing, I’m loving it.

I have never in my life had a man take control like this in bed. Taunt me. Punish me with pleasure.

What the hell have I been missing?

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I choke out. Because clearly that’s what he wants to hear. And I just want him to keep doing what he’s doing.

More.

“Yes, what?”

Umm. What? He wants me to come up with something, right now? He wants me to think ?

Impossible.

I have no idea what he wants me to say.

“Yes, what , Quinn?” he prompts, his low tone a warning.

Finally, my mind spits out an answer from somewhere in my memories of him.

“Yes… sir?”

As my reward, he mutters, “Good girl.” Then he shoves himself deep, filling me with his swollen cock. The feeling is so intense on so many levels, I cry out.

“Beg for it,” he orders.

“Please!”

I moan helplessly as he fucks me, with long, leisurely thrusts, his hips battering against me. He groans with satisfaction as he does it.

I think I’ve legit died and gone to some heavenly version of hell. Harlan is the devil, and he plans to fuck me for eternity while I beg.

Right now, I’m beyond okay with it.

Suddenly, he stops. I squirm and pant, wanting more.

“More?” he demands.

“Yes,” I gurgle.

“I don’t hear you, pretty.”

“Yes!” I gasp. “Sir!”

I’m rewarded with a deep thrust. But then he stops again, just the tip nestled into me.

I growl, a desperate, guttural noise, as I try to force my hips back, and he presses me down, holding me off with that one hand on my lower back, the other still gripping my neck. He’s owning me. Playing me like an instrument.

He chuckles, a sound of pure male pleasure.

“You’re gloating,” I pant. “It’s not sexy.”

My pussy flutters helplessly around his dick as he nudges it deeper, totally betraying my words.

“Is that how you talk to the man who’s going to make you come harder than you’ve ever come in your life?” he purrs.

I laugh, but it’s a nervous, starving sound. I struggle to maintain some dignity. “How can you be so sure?”

He answers darkly, “Because neither of us is leaving this room until you do.”

His tone is so ferocious, so intent on his objective, I feel mildly panicked.

I’ve never had someone so fiercely focused on getting me off. But any nervousness is whisked away into oblivion as he proceeds to fuck the hell out of me… until my moans and cries bleed together into a filthy song of ecstasy. I’m seeing stars, my whole body is quaking, and there’s a river of my juices streaming down my thighs.

When he pauses, panting over me, his cock seated deeply within me, I feel him spasm. I know he’s fighting back his arousal, hanging on, so he doesn’t come before I do.

He takes a steadying breath.

The thrill of knowing he’s so turned on, over me , sends me to a high I’ve never known. My whole body flushes with excitement. My core tingles, aching with the need to come.

Then he starts fucking me again.

The friction of my clit rubbing against the bed, combined with the pressure of his cockhead rubbing my insides as he pummels me, is pure insanity. I think I’m going to come while getting fucked from behind for the first time in my life.

Hard.

I groan and rub myself against the bed like an animal, dying for it.

But Harlan slows his thrusts. He slips his hand around my throat, and folds over me, so his heat envelops me. He’s heavy, his body hot and slick with sweat.

His fingers gently squeeze my throat as he purrs in my ear, “I could slide my fingers over that sopping wet pussy of yours, play with your swollen little clit, squeeze it, slap it… tease you however I like until you come for me.” All the while, he fucks me, slow and deep, his swollen cockhead driving me mad. The angle has intensified, and he’s rubbing into my front wall, sending tingling warmth through my clit.

I’m humping the bed in response, what little I can maneuver under his weight.

“But I’m not going to,” he mutters, dragging his luscious, hot lips along my neck. His tongue caresses my ear, and I shiver.

My clit throbs incessantly.

“I want to feel you come, from the inside out, while I fuck you. I want you to climax on my hard cock because you love the feel of me inside you. You’re going to come all over my dick like the good girl I know you really are, sweet Quinn.”

I’m sobbing now, the feeling is so exquisite. So raw and hot. So excruciating, as he drags his cockhead through my swollen lips, then pounds into me, again and again.

“Tell me now,” he growls softly into my ear. “Tell me you want to come for me.”

“Yes. I—I want to come. Sir.”

“For me,” he growls.

“For you,” I gasp.

“It’s nice when you call me sir,” he murmurs. “But I prefer my name. Say it.”

“Harlan,” I choke out.

He squeezes my throat, gently. “Now beg me. Beg for release, pretty girl.”

“Yes,” I gasp, shuddering as his hips keep ramming, forcing me higher and higher. His swollen cock inside me… The friction of the bedspread against my clit… His hand wrapped around my throat.

“Yes, what?” he demands.

“Yes. Please. Harlan. I want to come.”

He chuckles softly, with satisfaction. “You’re going to, sweet girl. You’re going to come so hard. But not until I allow it.”

Oh, fuck.

Heat is coiling tight between my legs. Pleasure surges in my core, even as I try to hold it back. To delay the inevitable. To make it last…

“I can’t,” I choke out. “I can’t stop…”

“Shh. You will. Not yet, baby. You’re going to hold it until I say.”

Oh, no. My pussy clenches around his dick when he speaks like that. It just fuels me higher.

Maybe I am a bad girl.

“Shh,” he murmurs again, and I realize I’m getting louder, practically screaming with each thrust.

He slows his pace again, fucking into me deep, but so slow, as if that will calm me down.

It does not.

“Quiet now,” he says, but he’s gloating again.

Heat expands through my chest.

I gasp for air, trying to calm down. I’m hyperventilating.

“That’s a good girl. You’re not going to come until?—”

“God. Harlan! I can’t…” I squirm and buck, tears running down my cheeks now.

“Did you just interrupt me, darling?” he whispers hotly in my ear.

And that does it. Something about him calling me darling while holding me by the throat and fucking me with such control, and telling me not to come… sends me over the cliff.

I scream and hump the bed like a mad woman, my pussy squeezing his cock, as I implode. I’m sucked into a black hole, screaming. And when I’m spit back out, my core is spasming wildly and Harlan is grunting above me, fucking me hard .

“That was very naughty of you, Quinn,” he grunts. “Coming before you’re told…” But he sounds delighted about it.

I couldn’t care less if he’s mad, glowing as I am, trembling with aftershocks and splayed like a wet noodle beneath him.

“You want my come, Quinn?” he growls.

“Yes!”

Do I. There’s literally nothing else I want more in life right now than the feeling of Harlan Vance losing control, right in my pussy. I’m floating in euphoria as he starts to shudder, losing his rhythm.

He pants in my ear, almost helplessly, “Fuck, baby. You’re making me come so hard…”

He sinks his teeth into my neck with a growl.

I can’t even respond. I’m whirling into utter space again as my pussy clenches suddenly and hard, and he pumps into me, both of us coming. I feel the jerks, the hot pulses of his pleasure deep inside me as I groan deliriously, my pussy shuddering and pulsing right along with him.

I’m just lying here, rolling in orgasm as he comes in me. Because he’s coming in me.

When he finishes, he swears and sags against me.

I pant beneath him, too stunned to do a thing.

I’ve never come like that before—in response to a man coming inside me. Without any other stimulation.

I mean, he was still gripping my throat and he bit my neck… but that was new, too.

What is this black magic he’s cast on me?

I can’t even move, I’m so boneless as I drift back to earth, trying to find myself in all of this.

And when I do, I feel a strange stinging sensation, deep in my chest.

With crystal clarity, it hits me what just happened here.

I just crossed a giant, dangerous line. The one that I drew for myself when I promised myself that I’d bring him the cake, thank him for the job, let him know I wasn’t taking it, and gracefully exit his life, forever.

I promised myself that I wouldn’t keep seeing him. I wouldn’t seek him out again. And if he ever crossed my path, I’d walk the other way.

Now I’m trapped beneath him, naked, he’s still half in his suit, and his cock and his come are deep inside me.

I just leapt over the line, naked and screaming, begging him to let me come for him. Without a parachute.

Or a condom.

As he settles against me, his face pressed to the back of my neck, neither of us speaks.

I know I need to be sensible here. I can’t get confused about what this is. Because what just happened between us was sheer, horny madness.

I need to be clear with myself about what this is: hot, hot sex. And what it isn’t: a budding relationship.

To ground myself in reality, I try to remind myself what’s important. The only things that truly matter. Mom, and our bakery dream.

I can’t get distracted by a man.

Especially not one like Harlan Vance.

Even if the sex between us is mind-blowing.

I need to heed the warnings my intuition has been waving in my face, the giant red flags that won’t let me forget his lies. His power. His ability to hurt me.

He’s not my boss anymore.

But if I’m not careful, he could be something else.

Something with far more power to ruin me.

Lying here, crushed beneath his weight, my internal warnings feel like ominous whispers of truths to come.

As his heart beats against mine, I warn myself not to like this feeling too much.

Men like Harlan are thrilling but volatile, like the most dangerous ocean currents.

You think you’re safe in the shallows, keeping them at a distance.

You don’t even see it coming before they take you under.