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His Obsession (The Owners #2) Page 29
Author: Sam Crescent

She came apart in his arms, and he finally gave in to his orgasm. He buried his head in the curve of her neck and shoulder as his c**k pulsed inside her. The image he got of his seed inside her womb prolonged his orgasm.

Afterwards he carried her into the shower. They washed together. No words were spoken between them. He dried her and carried her back to bed. Stephen wrapped her in his arms while she drifted off to sleep. He stared down at her as she slept. She looked relaxed in sleep. He stroked her hair out along his pillow.

“I love you,” he said to her sleeping form. He thought about the feelings consuming him when Lucas and Sean were around her. The need to hurt them had filled all of his senses until there was nothing left. Whatever the threat was at the club he knew he would keep her safe. She sighed in her sleep, her hand reaching out to him. Stephen held her all the time, relishing the new feelings inside him. The problems at the club concerned him a great deal. The moment the realisation hit him of his feelings towards Ursula it had awakened an understanding and a need to keep Possession running. There were other men out there who felt this need inside him. He knew why Possession was built. The club was a vital part of his heritage.

He had to do everything he could to protect the club. She settled away from him, and Stephen left the bed to go down to his study. He fired up his computer and logged into the important data to access the clubs accounts. There was a file he kept on Lloyd Black in case a need ever arose. The man had turned into something dangerous. With the wealth the Blacks had, he knew they had to be behind the danger the clubs were now threatened with.

There was documentation at his club about the complaints received from the man. Stephen reread through the complaints with an open eye. When the case of Rebecca’s abuse had first come around he thought all the letters had been about her. On closer inspection it appeared Lloyd had been very good at keeping a lot of secrets.

The women described in the letters were all different, with a multitude of hair colours and figures. Lloyd had broken one of the fundamental rules of both clubs, the rule about not cheating on their wife. Rebecca wasn’t the only woman in the letters. He hadn’t answered any of the complaints.

Picking up the phone Stephan rang James. The other man picked up after the second ring.

“Hello,” James said. Stephen knew he’d woken him up.

“Do you have any files or complaints lodged against Lloyd Black?” he asked.

“Stephen? For f**k’s sake it’s three in the morning. Can’t this wait until morning?”

“I’ve just been going through my own stuff, and did you know Lloyd had a lot of women on the side? Also, according to this information I’ve got, his entire stocks plummeted back in two thousand and eight? But do you know what the more interesting fact is?” Stephen waited for James to respond.

“You’re not going to let me sleep, are you?” James began moving around. Stephen heard a feminine sigh over the line followed by doors opening and closing. “All right, I’m all ears.”

“Lloyd didn’t suffer from the down-turn. His stock went down, but his accounts stayed the same.”

Stephen scrolled through all the information he’d acquired on Black but hadn’t looked at. He couldn’t believe his sloppiness over the last few years. His father would be ashamed of him for his lack of attention.

“The Blacks have had money as long as our families, Stephen. There are tonnes of explanations for this,” James said.

Stephen didn’t buy it. “Then how come his name is on the lease of the same warehouse where that f**ker took Violet?”

“What?”

“Lloyd had a history of gambling. The only access he got to the club was due to his first wife, who left him. Rebecca was his second wife and the perfect cover. I have a horrible feeling about Rebecca that we don’t even know about.” Stephen moved the phone to his other ear while he accessed the information he knew about Rebecca.

“Are you letting your imagination run wild, Knox?”

“You’re nervous. You only use my last name when you’re nervous.” Stephen checked over her information.

“I don’t like where you’re going with this. I don’t want to think of Black as a pimp. He was a total ass**le, but getting caught up in this shit? Stephen, if any of this works out to be true do you have any idea of the repercussions for us and our businesses?”

“We need to talk to Rebecca. That’s the only way we can find anything else out.”

“I hope to God you’re wrong. I can’t handle another day of this shit.”

The sound of his door opening made him quickly shut down the computer. “I think we need to tell the others and then go and see Black.”

“Agreed. I bet Ursula is standing opposite your desk right now.”

“Yes.”

“I would like to taunt you.”

“Bye.” Stephen hung up. Ursula wore a robe covering her glorious body. He wondered if he could burn all of her clothes. He liked the thought of seeing her na**d every day.

“What are you doing?” she asked. She pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. He had never noticed how thick and full her hair was.

“Some work needed my attention.”

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

He logged out of the computer shutting it down. “Nothing. I’ve been negligent of my responsibilities. That won’t happen anymore.” Stephen walked round the desk capturing her in his arms and kissing her deeply. “You’ve changed me in ways you don’t even know.”

She smiled. The sleepiness made her so adorable.

“Come back to bed. I want you to hold me.” He followed her upstairs more than content with her in his arms.

Chapter Thirteen

The following morning Ursula made pancakes. It was a Saturday, and snow had fallen over night. Stephen was showering while she cooked breakfast in nothing but a robe. She heard him walking down the stairs as she flipped each pancake over.

The coffee had finished percolating, and she poured him a cup before grabbing the syrup from his supply cupboard.

“You’re making breakfast?” he asked.

“I always make breakfast.” She handed him the coffee while he stared at her. Turning away, she put the cooked pancakes on a plate then poured syrup over all of them.

She did the same for hers. They sat opposite each other eating.

“Okay, what do you want?” he asked after a few moments had passed.

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