Obsession – Dark Romantic Suspense Novel Read Online Jane Henry

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Mafia, Suspense, Thriller Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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“There’s that camera in your car, Cain.” She flushes. “You told me I could play around with the surveillance footage, get familiar with it, so I did. That one wasn’t turned on, but…” her voice trails off as a cold trickle of sweat falls down my neck. The surveillance footage. Skylar’s been able to access it because I gave her permission and the password. I thought it was the easiest job to give her, one that wouldn’t trigger any response…

But there’s more than our standard footage on those recordings. Goddammit, I’ve got every video I ever took of Violet on those. If she saw them…

“Cain!” Violet turns to me. “We have to go see what she found. If there’s anything on there that gives us a better view of the person following us, we need that intel, and now.”

“I’ll get it.” I give Skylar a sympathetic look, as she’s staring at me as if I have two heads. “When Henri’s done with what he’s doing right now, I’ll have him contact you. Thanks, Sky.” I tug a lock of her hair and give what I hope is a reassuring grin. “I need to talk to Violet alone.”

“Why?” Now Violet’s giving me the confused look.

“Vi. Upstairs,” I say, and I feel like a total douche when I actually feign limping. “I have to get off my feet for a bit.”

Douche.

DOUCHE.

Violet nods and takes my hand. “Alright. Sky, I’ll be in touch. And thank you.”

“You guys need something to eat?”

“Yes, God, please,” Violet says with a smile. I grunt in agreement. “Send up sandwiches or something?”

We head upstairs. I quickly shoot Henri a text.

Sky found our archives. Delete. You know what.

I slide my phone in my pocket.

“You know… some days, I feel like we just met. Other days feel like we’re an old, married couple.”

My mind is focused on the footage, what’s on there, what Skylar could’ve easily found if I wasn’t careful.

Did she already find it?

“Yeah?” I’m distracted.

“Yeah.” On the landing, she spins to look at me, her voice wary. “Okay, Mr. Master.”

My heart does a little leap.

“Yeah? Violet, move.”

“Move? Now I’m your employee?”

Her voice takes on an edge.

“I am not letting you bait me.”

“Oh, don’t I know it,” she says, her violet eyes snapping at me. “You’d just as soon haul me over your knee, wouldn’t you? Hmm?”

“What the actual hell has gotten into you?”

“The better question is, what the hell got into you?”

Oh no, she does not turn this back around on me. “I’m warning you. Knock it off, or you do not like where this is gonna go, babe.”

She stands her ground, hands on her hips. “And now you’re threatening me? Oh, no sirree.”

I’ve had it. I bend, yank her over my shoulder, and finish walking up the stairs. She predictably scissors her legs and slaps my back.

“Don’t you dare use your big, huge body to overpower me!” A door opens, and our housekeeper Alma holds it wide. “Oh, my, my, my,” she says, then goes right back in and closes her door again.

I slap Violet’s ass perched over my shoulder, hard.

“Don’t you dare!”

“Just did. Or what?” I spank her again.

“Or I’ll scream!”

“Then what? Scream to be rescued?”

She howls and smacks my back. I walk past my bedroom to the library, slam the door behind me, and lock it.

“What are you doing?” she asks, her tone laden with panic. “Caiinnn…”

I’m driving her to distraction while Henri does what I asked him to. I don’t want to fucking fight with her anyway.

“Cain, are you doing what I think you’re doing?”

The wind howls outside the window, raging with the threat of freezing rain. But here, in front of the fire, the wood crackles and burns with the ferocity of a dragon.

“What if I don’t want to?” she says, even as an edge in her tone begs me to take her, dares me to make her.

“You promised me.” I’m already unfastening her jeans and shoving them halfway down her thighs. “Hands over your head.”

With a whimper, she wriggles but obeys. My jeans tighten when she makes me hard, that angry but obedient side to her the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. She wars with herself. She fights it. There isn’t a submissive bone in Violet’s body, but she wants this.

Needs this.

Craves this.

And she doesn’t like to flat-out defy me. She’s done it a few times, but most of the time, Violet does what she’s promised … to give herself to me fully.

I reach for the top she wears, fitted to her body like a glove, and yank it up and over her head. She wears nothing but a little red bra with cotton cups and tiny satin laces. In one flick of the wrist, the bra is open and her breasts fall free. I take a moment to lick and nibble, kiss and worship each of them, until her back arches and she releases a low moan.


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