Page 51 of Marked By Obsession

“I’ve thought about bending you over this desk since the day we met,” he whispered in my ear. One hand moved from my breast down between my legs again, and I jumped slightly because I was still sensitive. “And that’s what I’m going to do.”

His hand applied gentle pressure between my shoulder blades, pushing me forward until my chest was against the cool surface of his desk. I turned my face to the side to rest my head on my cheek as I heard the sound of his belt being unbuckled and his zipper lowering.

“Keep your legs spread,” he said and I complied without hesitation.

I felt the head of his cock sliding into my pussy, teasing me with what was to come. My body was still tingling from my orgasm, but I wanted more. Hell, I needed more right now.

“Please,” I gasped, pushing my hips back toward him. I was desperate for him to fill me completely. What I wouldn’t admit out loud was that I’d been waiting for this moment since the last time I was in New York City.

Cain chuckled. “So impatient.” His hands gripped my hips firmly, holding me in place.

When he finally thrust into me, I couldn’t hold back the groan because I finally got what I wanted. He filled me up, stretching me in the most delicious way. I found myself finding the opposite edge of his desk because I knew I needed something to hold onto again.

“You feel even better than I remembered,” he managed to get out, setting a steady pace that had me gasping after each thrust.

My mind went blank as he fucked me over his desk. Every stroke pushed me further into oblivion, making me forget everything including my middle name. All that mattered was the way he felt inside me and the pressure building again in my body.

“Harder,” I demanded, surprising myself with my boldness.

Cain immediately obliged, increasing his pace until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the office. One of his hands moved from my hip to tangle in my hair, pulling my head back slightly.

“We’re going to try this again, little lamb. You’re mine,” he growled into my ear. “Say it.”

I bit my lip, refusing to give him that satisfaction even as my body betrayed me, clenching around him as another orgasm approached.

“Say it,” he repeated, his hand tightening in my hair while his other hand snaked around my body to rub my clit.

The dual stimulation was too much. “I’m yours,” I gasped, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “Fuck, Cain, I’m yours.”

His rhythm faltered for just a moment before he drove into me harder than before. I came with a cry I couldn’t suppress, and I soon found myself draped across his desk. Cain followed moments later, groaning my name as he spilled inside me.

For several moments, we stayed frozen in that position, both of us trying to catch our breath. His weight pressed me into the desk, and I could feel his heart hammering against my back. When he finally pulled out and stepped away, I felt strangely empty and cold.

I straightened up slowly because my legs were shaky beneath me. When I turned to face him, Cain was already tucking himself back into his pants. I suddenly felt very naked despite still wearing my bra and heels. I started to move my body and come back into myself when I made a mistake and elbowed his mouse, causing his computer to move out of sleep mode. The screen lit up, and my heart froze as I scanned what was before me. I expected to see something like spreadsheets or emails, but that’s not what was in front of me.

I found myself staring at images of myself. There I was, leaving my building and according to the date on the image, the photo was taken six months ago. Another photo showed me at a coffee shop I go to when I have a moment. A third captured me having lunch with Cassie at a restaurant several weeks ago.

Anger refueled my adrenaline as I felt like I’d been plunged into ice water. I finally was able to control my limbs and I managed to stand on my own two feet. When I turned to face Cain, he was staring me down, waiting to see what my next move would be.

I gave him the first seven words I could think of, all the while not caring how naked I currently was. “What the fuck is this all about?”

21

CAIN

Sutton froze, but her gaze narrowed as she studied me. “The Westlake acquisition? That was years ago.”

“The Westlake acquisition was just the beginning,” I said, watching her face carefully. “You were an unknown variable that cost me nearly sixty million dollars because of all of the time and effort that went into making that deal happen. That kind of disruption… got my attention.”

Sutton grabbed her blouse and her fingers worked frantically at the buttons as her hands trembled slightly. “So you’ve been watching me since then? Following me? Photographing me?”

“Among other things.” I leaned against my desk with my arms crossed. “Your routines. Your habits. Your preferences. Your relationships—or lack thereof.”

“And what? You decided to acquire my father’s company just to get to me?”

I tilted my head just before I responded. “Prescott Vantage was a solid acquisition target regardless. But yes, you were the primary asset I was interested in.”

She finished buttoning her blouse and reached for her pants. “That’s sick.”