Dangerous Obsession (Men of Valor Springs #4)

Chapter Five

Jax

Tomorrow comes sooner than I’m prepared for.

I had every intention of dropping off Arya at her home and driving away to take care of business, but the second we step into her home, something changes. The brightness I witnessed in her during the day is suddenly replaced by shadows.

Arya turns to me in the foyer and pastes on a smile she clearly doesn’t feel. “Thanks to you, I got to spend the day outside for a change,” Arya whispers, fingering the hem of her sweater and smiling at me, but it’s difficult, nearly impossible to ignore the disappointment in her expression. “I’m convinced Vlad would have locked me in here for eternity if you hadn’t agreed to be my bodyguard.”

This is my cue to leave.

I should nod and walk away, but I don’t. Something on her face has me stepping forward and cupping her cheek. I know better than to initiate any physical contact in Vlad’s home. The man would come at me guns blazing, and that’s the last thing I need to deal with.

Even so, I can’t exactly ignore the sad look on Arya’s face.

“What’s wrong?”

Arya shakes her head. “It’s nothing.”

“Tell me.” She shakes her head again, trying to evade my touch, and that is a first. Since picking her up this morning, the girl has leaned into my touch every chance she’s had, and this is the first time she has tried to avoid it. “Arya.”

“It’s Friday,” she finally says.

My brows furrow in confusion at her words. “What happens on Fridays?”

“Well, there is typically no one at home on Fridays. Vlad and Rue are out of town. They like to use the weekends to explore new places and have some time alone together. Without them here, the staff left for the weekend and will not be back until Sunday afternoon.”

I see.

“You are alone in the house.”

Fuck, I did notice the quiet stillness the moment we walked in, but I never expected there to be no one at all in this massive house. Why the fuck didn’t Vlad tell me this when he asked me to guard his sister? Sure, there are the guards outside that patrol the property, but they never come into the house unless called. I can protect Arya when I’m with her, but what would happen if someone snuck past the guards with everyone gone? If this is a normal thing, then someone could have picked up the fact that no one is home on the weekends. Sure, this home is a fortress with state-of-the-art security features everywhere, but nothing is totally fail-proof.

“It’s fine, really,” Arya lies. “I don’t mind spending time alone in this huge mansion. I spend most of the weekend in my room reading a book or something. I barely notice it. I don’t mind it, really.”

I can’t tell if she is trying to convince me or herself when clearly that is not the case. And to think that she’s been spending months locked alone in this massive place every weekend. I know Vlad did it for her safety, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it. If I know my best friend, he allowed himself to be convinced that Arya was happy to be left behind. I know he would never intentionally hurt her feelings, but I also know he’s been distracted by Rue and their pre-marital bliss. Why the fuck would Arya even choose to stay in Valor Springs? She would have more freedom if she agreed to move away. Why stay?

“It’s not safe for you to be alone here,” I state, and she shakes her head.

“I’m not a child, Jax. I’m nineteen. I can stay home alone and be just fine.”

“Age is not the issue here, Arya. There have been several attempts on your life—”

“Two,” she interrupts. My eyes narrow on hers. She is not taking this as seriously as she should be, or she would have agreed to move away when her brother told her to.

“There were two that you know of, princess,” I grind out, my voice hard. “Either one of those could have claimed your life if you weren’t so lucky. I need you to take this seriously.”

“I am.”

“It doesn’t look like it.”

Arya shrugs and shifts her gaze from mine. “What do you want me to do, Jax? Listen to my brother and let him ship me off to another country?”

“You would be safe.”

“I would be lonely,” she counters. “Vlad sent me away when I was seven years old. He shipped me off to a foreign country and to a boarding school where I knew no one. I was this awkward American kid who couldn’t speak any of the country’s three official languages. I put all my focus into learning at least one so I could make friends, and even then, it wasn’t the easiest thing for me to do.”

“He sent you there to protect you because you matter to him.”

“I know that, and that’s why I don’t reset him for it, but I was lonely a lot. I missed being around people who knew me. I craved the familiarity of the home I was raised in.”

“Arya…”

“I know that you and Vlad don’t think I’m taking the threats seriously, but I am. I would rather stay locked in here where I get to see you and Vlad and Rue than go back to a place where I have no one,” she says, her voice pained. “So yeah, I don’t mind spending the weekend in this mansion by myself if it means I get five days of the week with the people I love. I… I can take it. Besides, who’s to say that someone wouldn’t follow me back to Belgium? If I did move, I wouldn’t be living at a gated boarding school with security staff anymore. I’d be on my own.”

Jesus Christ!

This is not what I expected to hear from the youngest Andreyev. I wonder if Vlad knows this is how his sister feels. Maybe he does, but I suppose her safety will always be a priority to him. Not that she doesn’t have a point. I’d already had the same thought about danger following her abroad.

Fuck, I can’t leave her alone after hearing all that. But Fridays are my busiest nights. The Andreyev family operates several shady businesses that I help manage, but they also own legitimate businesses in Valor Springs. One of which is the Shadow Lounge, an exclusive club that caters to the needs of the wealthier members of Valor Springs. Every weekend, I have to check in to the club to make sure things are running smoothly, but for the most part, my threatening presence and the Andreyev name are enough to keep the patrons in line. Money tends to give people the illusion of power, and my presence ensures they all behave.

I can’t stay here with Arya, not when I have my other obligations to the family waiting on me, but I can’t leave her here. I would never forgive myself if anything happened to her, but more than that, I would be distracted all evening thinking about the lonely girl I left behind. I can’t—won’t—be another person who leaves Arya all alone.

Arya is watching me mull over the options, and I can tell in those pretty eyes that she will accept whatever decision I come to. The thought of leaving Arya alone in this house even for a few hours isn’t an option. Unlike Vlad, I don’t trust someone to not get to her while she’s home alone. Fuck!

“Have you been to the Lounge before?” I ask, coming to peace with the fact that this girl matters to me more than she should. More than I should have allowed her to.

“Vlad has never let me, but the drinking age in Belgium is sixteen,” she responds, her lips twisting in a smile—genuine this time—when she notices the look on my face. “I went to a club on my eighteenth birthday with some classmates. I only had one drink. I just wanted to try it out.”

“You are coming with me, and you won’t be drinking tonight.”

Her eyes light up, and she steps into my space, fluttering her lashes at me with excitement. “Really? You are taking me to the Lounge?”

“No,” I say, grabbing her shoulders, but she’s practically vibrating with excitement. “Let’s get one thing clear. I am not taking you to the club. You are accompanying me on a work errand to the club for a few hours at most to check on things, and then I am driving you back here. Sober.”

She nods at my words, but her smile remains. “Great! I need to go freshen up. Oh my God, I don’t even think I have the right clothes to wear to the club.”

She’s already gone before I can remind her that it doesn’t matter what she wears since she won’t get a chance to enjoy the club floor. I watch as the girl runs upstairs, her long dark hair swinging prettily as she skips up the steps. I shake my head, disappointed in my inability to resist Arya. I have dated before, but nothing that lasted more than a few weeks. The women who went out with me called me the coldest man they’d ever been with and claimed I never made time for anything but my work. They were not wrong.

From a young age, it was imprinted on me on what my role would be, and I never strayed from it. Perhaps I could have become something different, but I never quite developed any interests as a kid or an adult, so I poured everything into becoming an effective enforcer, and it paid off. It didn’t do any favors for my love life, though.

My Bratva family hardened me before the military had a chance to do any major damage to my personality. The thought that some five-foot-nothing girl with eyes that shine brighter than gold can influence me so easily is laughable in itself. No one has ever had this kind of hold over me. Everything I have done up to this moment has been with a sober mind, but around Arya, I can’t seem to think straight.

She makes me forget how dangerous it is to touch her.

With her beautiful hazel eyes that carry a unique and perfect blend of earthy colors, she’s managed to wrap me around her little finger. So much so that I know I would do anything for her.

Anything.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I imagine it’s the Shadow Lounge’s manager asking if I’m coming in tonight. I take it out, and sure enough, it’s him. I check the time before firing back a message to let him know that I’ll be showing up a little late tonight.

I look up the staircase where Arya disappeared, but there’s no sign of her. She mentioned freshening up, but I didn’t think it would take this long.

Fuck it, I might as well go check what’s taking her so long.

I take the stairs up to the first floor where I know her room is located. I’ve heard the slamming of her door after an argument with Vlad enough times to find her bedroom without issue. I walk to the door and rap firmly on it. “Arya?”

“I’m almost done,” she calls out, her voice muted. “On second thought, come in. I need your help with something.”

I turn the knob, and it doesn’t occur to me for a second that I might be walking into a room with a half-naked girl standing in the center. Arya is wearing a short dress that clings to her curves, and as I enter, she turns away from me, and I see that the dress is open at the back, revealing the milky smooth expanse of her back from her shoulders to just above the curve of her ass. All the blood in my body rushes south, and my cock fills in record time.

Fucking hell!

I have touched that body, felt it pressed against me, but nothing beats seeing her bare skin. Her ass is just as perfect as the rest of her, and realize that I can’t look away. Fuck, I want to bury my cock inside of her, tear through her barrier, and claim this temptress for myself. Everything in me screams to touch that perfect body, but my feet are frozen to the floor.

“Princess…” I croak out, my throat closing up when I try to speak.

“Can you help me?” she asks, gesturing over her shoulder to her back, but I barely glance at her face. I don’t see anything but her bare skin.

“You called me in here, and… you are nearly naked.”

She looks down at her body as if she’s just realizing her own state of undress. “Oh,” she whispers, her cheeks and neck flushing as she attempts to pull the neckline of the dress up with her hands but is unsuccessful. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late for that, princess.”

I don’t know how I make it to her, only that I do. I wrap my arms around her waist, spin her to face me, and yank her flush against my hard body. Her lips part on a gasp, and I take advantage of that, slamming my mouth hard against hers. She whimpers, seemingly surprised by the kiss, but it only lasts a few minutes as she finally wraps her arms around my shoulders and pushes up against me.

I wrap her hair around my fist and tug lightly, dragging my tongue hotly over hers. The kiss is feral and hungry and… I need more.

I crave this girl more than air itself. Her intoxicating scent, the needy way in which she responds to my touch. The breathy little sighs she makes as if she’s been waiting for this moment for a lifetime.

“You know how to bring a man to his knees, don’t you, princess?” I ask, tightening my grip around her waist as I brush my lips over her whimpering ones. “Calling me into the privacy of your room while practically naked. Were you testing me to see if I would pounce, lick your wet little pussy again like I did back at the library?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpers, curling her delicate fingers around the collar of my shirt. “I mean no. I didn’t do it on purpose. I wasn’t trying to tease you.” Her tits rise and fall, her back arching and pushing those full tits up against my shirt as she speaks. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…”

She gasps when I push my erection hard against her belly. “Do you make mistakes like that often, invite other men to see you half-dressed?”

She whimpers, shaking her head frantically. “Only you.” She trails her hand down to my chest and tugs open a button. “You are the only man that’s ever seen me like this, I swear it.”

“Damn right,” I growl, my voice unfamiliar even to my own ears.

She wets her lips and nods, those beautiful golden eyes watching me with so much trust it floors me. “Only you.”

With a rough groan, I slam my mouth down on hers, licking our tongues together in the most erotic of moves. The kiss is wet and downright obscene. It’s sinful…forbidden. Every graze of my tongue reminds me of her flavor, and I cannot get enough. She whimpers, her fingers tugging hard at my buttons, seeking out skin.

I let go of her hair to cup her nape as I twist my lips hungrily over hers until we’re both out of breath. I rock my hard cock against her pussy while I devour her sexy little mouth, and she responds in kind, mewling and writhing against me just as needily.

The kiss goes on for God knows how long. There is no way of telling with how addictive her lips are, but when I resurface, it’s to the sound of my buzzing phone. I grab it from my pocket and toss it onto the bed without so much as glancing to see the caller ID.

I don’t care who is calling.

The whole world could be coming to a fucking end, and they couldn’t pry me away from this perfect little body. Whoever it is on the other end of the line will just have to wait until I have worshipped every inch of this perfect girl, and I am about to do just that when Arya suddenly pulls back.

“Jax,” she whispers, her tongue sneaking out to wet her swollen lips. Lips swollen and chapped from my kisses. “Wait. The p-phone—”

“Can wait,” I rasp, dropping my lips to her neck and licking the smooth column of her throat while trailing my hand down tits, pushing her dress down until it’s pooling at her feet, then fondling the perfect globes with my hungry palms, pinching her pebbled nipples in turns before trailing my hand down her stomach.

“What if it’s important? I know you are busy man… Oh!” Her head falls back with a cry when I drop my hand between her legs, holding back a groan at the realization she was fully bare beneath her tiny dress. I drag my knuckle over her wet sex and part her feminine lips. I keep a firm hand on her waist as I drag my middle finger over the valley of her wet pussy, spreading her arousal over her sex. “Jax… Oh my God!”

“You are so fucking gorgeous, princess,” I grind out, kissing a path down her neck before leaning down to close my mouth around a taut nipple, rolling my tongue around the peak, and losing myself in her smooth skin. Her pleasured cries mingle with the loud ringing of my phone, but I choose to filter out the latter. I release her nipple with a pop to shift my attention to the other, all the while teasing the swollen bud between her legs with fast strokes.

“Jax!” she sobs, grasping onto my hair when I start kissing a path down her body. Her breath is racing, but I want to see this beautiful flower come apart in my arms. I want to show her the beast she’s turned me into.

“Open up for me, princess,” I rasp, raking my hands down her thighs and nudging them open, exposing more of her sodden sex. There is little strength keeping me on my feet, and when I go down on my knees, it feels like a reprieve. This time, I don’t have to worry about someone attacking us at the library. No, I can lose myself in her scent and flavor.

My eyes are closed when I lean in and inhale her sweet peachy scent…intoxicating like the rest of her. I can’t wait. I know what she tastes like, have felt her warm arousal on my tongue, and I crave those sensations like my next breath.

With a deep growl, I grab her left knee and bring it over my shoulder, clasping her ass in my hand before leaning in for a taste. Her pleasured sob rings in my ear when I drag my tongue over her drenched pussy, lapping at her sex and tasting her smooth arousal on my tongue. I moan roughly, digging my fingers into her ass as I lick at her sex like a starved animal, bathing her clit in fast strokes that send her thrashing about, but I keep my grip on her firm.

“J-Jax… Oh!”

It’s not enough, I realize. Loving her body once, twice…it will never be enough. There isn’t a definite number I can give myself or a limit of how many times I will have her body until I am done. I will always crave her broken moans and the feeling when she combs her fingers through my hair, grabbing a fistful and tugging me closer to her sex. It’s almost as if she can’t get enough as she rides my face eagerly, coating my jaw with her slick arousal.

And my favorite moment…when she comes apart.

I drag my tongue over her swollen clit, sucking the bud between my lips with slow suction, and that’s when it begins. Her leg stiffens around my shoulder, and her pussy starts to pulse wildly around my tongue, letting me how close she is. I apply firm suction to her clit as she rides her hips faster against my face, and that is when the dam breaks.

She orgasms with a scream that would no doubt alert everyone on the property if the house wasn’t empty. Her sex clenches and releases around my tongue rapidly as tremors rock her body. Her back arches and tits shake from the intensity of it, and I keep my mouth on her, dragging on the orgasm until she’s sobbing from the intensity of it.

Christ, she’s perfect. Every flushed inch of the girl is perfect, and I need to be inside of her.

My phone starts buzzing once more as I lower her knee from my shoulder and rise to my feet, ignoring the annoying device on the bed. My eyes focus on Arya and her dazed eyes and flushed tits. Perfect. Every last inch of this girl is perfect.

“I want to do it too,” she whispers dazedly but before I can make sense of what she’s talking about, Arya drops down on her knees, her hands going for my zipper.

“Fuck, princess, do you even know what the fuck you are doing?”

She nods. “I’ve read about it. I know a little,” she says, her blush deepening. “Y-you can show me what you like. I want to make you feel half as good as you made me feel. Please show me how?”

Fuuuck!

How can I say no when she says and does things like this? Her lips are swollen from the kisses we shared and her eyes are drowsy with need. She looks like a fucking dream. I don’t think I will last long enough to teach her anything, but I am too fucking turned on to even think about it. I quickly pop open the button and tug down the zipper to my pants along with my boxer briefs. I can’t get my dick out fast enough. “Eyes on me,” I instruct, grabbing a fistful of her hair and forcing her gaze on mine. “Keep them on me.”

My voice is hard, and my body is drawn taut with need. I run my eyes over her face and down to her puckered nipples before shifting back to her face as I stroke my dick feverishly. She watches me for a moment, then brings her hand up to replace mine. I slide my free hand into her hair and draw her lips close to the tip of my leaking cock.

“I am going to coat your pretty throat and that sexy mouth with my seed,” I say, feeling myself teeter closer to the edge. I tighten my grip on her hair when I feel pressure build in my balls and the tell-tale tingling at the base of my spine.

“Do it,” she whispers, her eyes firmly on mine. “Make me yours.”

And so, I do. Arya parts her lips, and I slowly guide my erection into the hot, wet heat of her mouth. I give her plenty of time to pull away, but she surprises me by grasping my hips and pulling me in further, until I hit the back of her throat. Her teary eyes meet mine and she takes a deep breath through her nose before swallowing around the head of my cock, and that’s all it takes.

I come with a roar, one that punches its way out of my throat. My eyes stay on that pretty face as I stroke the length of my cock that wouldn’t fit in her mouth, shooting my cum into her mouth and down her throat. Her eyes flutter closed as I pull out, and she sticks out her tongue to catch the few drops that escaped.

“Fuck, princess,” I pant, swiping my thumb over her cheeks and sliding it into her mouth, my breathing labored when she closes her mouth around my digit, it’s downright erotic. If I didn’t know any better, I would have thought she’s done this before, but…I do know better.

Mine was her first kiss, her first touch. I gave Arya her first orgasm too, and I will be sure to be the only one who will ever make her feel this way.

I take her hand to help her to her feet, and she immediately falls into my arms, wrapping her hands around my waist and burying her face into my shoulder. “I knew it would be like this with you,” she whispers. “All those pages I read, alone in my room, wondering if I would ever feel as good as the girls in those stories, and all I could think about was you.”

“Princess…”

“I’m yours now. You are not allowed to leave.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I wrap my arms around her shoulders and hug her tight. When she sighs against my shoulder, I figure that is the appropriate response to her words.

Mine.