Dangerous Obsession (Men of Valor Springs #4)

Chapter Seven

Jax

My brows knit in confusion as I stare at the whimpering man in the middle of the room. For someone so confident that I wouldn’t dare touch him because of his relation to the mayor, he sure doesn’t seem so cocky now. He stopped mouthing off the second my fist connected with his jaw. For all his whining and whimpering, one would think I did more than punch the truth out of him.

The Andreyev family runs Valor Springs, and everyone knows you don’t bring drugs into this fucking town. If the local crime family doesn’t deal drugs, then no one is allowed to. It’s one of the reasons Valor Springs as whole doesn’t really mind our presence. I needed to be sure that there isn’t someone secretly dealing drugs under our noses that I need to take care of, but this fucker confirmed that he bought them a couple towns over and decided the Shadow Lounge was the perfect place to have a little “fun” with his date.

If his idea of fun is attempting to drug an innocent woman or punching the manager when he gets caught, then he will be spending a whole lot of time talking to my fists. The only fun he will be having tonight is in the hospital when they fix his broken jaw.

I shake my head, running a rag over my wet knuckles. The fucker got his blood and tears all over my hands, and I don’t want Arya seeing the red coating them.

“If the mayor hears about this…”

“He won’t,” the fucker sobs. “I’m sorry. I won’t do anything so stupid again. Please don’t kill me.”

“It wouldn’t matter if you told the mayor or not. We own him and everyone else in this town. You are banned from coming to the Shadow Lounge, and if I hear you’ve done something this to another woman ever again, I don’t care how far you run. I will find you, and I won’t be nearly so merciful.”

“I won’t,” he sobs.

That’s all I need to hear. I toss the rag to the floor and exit the room, straightening my jacket as I walk to the door that leads back to the club. I pull the door open to walk out, my eyes seeking Arya immediately, and I breathe a relieved sigh when I spot her seated where at the bar.

She’s leaning over the bar top, her head buried in her arms with her long dark hair splayed around her, curtaining her face. My eyes trail the outline of her dress and her exposed thighs, all my blood rushing south at the sight.

Fuck, she is goddamned sexy.

The beast in me growls to take her. To get inside of her tight little pussy, claim her, and get her pregnant. Now that I have welcomed the image of this perfect angel swollen with my child, I can’t shake it off.

There is one hurdle that comes in the form of her big brother, but he doesn’t scare me, not really. I might have used him as an excuse in the beginning, but I want Arya and I will make her mine. Forever.

I walk over to her and claim the seat beside hers, leaning in when she doesn’t immediately notice me. “Having fun, princess?”

She sits up, turning those golden eyes to me, and with a single glance, she sucks the air from my lungs. “Jax,” she breathes, wetting her lips, and my eyes drop to that sexy little mouth. “I-I didn’t notice you.”

“I just got here,” I say, my gaze dropping to her cleavage. My dick is hard as nails from being so close to her, and it’s taking everything in me to not claim this girl in front of these snobby assholes. I settle for grabbing her seat and pulling it closer to mine. “You look bored. Maybe I shouldn’t have brought you here.”

Something akin to sadness crosses her face, but it’s gone before I can get a clear read on it. “This isn’t exactly what I had in mind when you mentioned coming to the club. I get why Vlad spends so much time here. And why he’s never let me tag along.”

“Oh, I thought you knew what kind of a club the Shadow Lounge is.”

“No, I mean, I knew it was a club with exclusive membership. They have those in Belgium too, but they are meant to cater to spoiled rich kids who want to party. I thought this was more or less the same thing. I had no idea it is a gentleman’s club.” She shakes her head as if to shrug off a thought before changing the subject. “Are you done? Do you need to stay a while?”

There is something off about her, I realize for the first time. Earlier tonight, she was eager to come here, but now, she seems almost…shaken. As if something or someone is bothering her. “Did someone approach you or say something to you?” My voice is low, dangerously so.

“Jax…”

“Who?” I growl, my eyes sweeping the room, but all the people watching us quickly drop their gazes. These men might be the top of the food chain in Valor Springs in terms of wealth, but they all know me well enough to know that money doesn’t mean shit to me. If someone did in fact say something to her, I will ruin them.

“Jax,” she whispers again, grabbing my arm and forcing my attention back to her. “Someone did approach me, but I handled it. I will tell you all about it later.”

“Who was it? Is he still here?”

“I…I don’t think so.”

“If someone said something to you, then I need to know. You are Vlad’s sister, a Bratva princess, and you’ll be treated with the respect you deserve.”

Her eyes drop to the bar, and she gnaws her lower lip before lifting her eyes back to mine. “Is that how you see me too?”

“What do you mean?”

“As Vlad’s little sister?” she asks, toying with the zipper of my jacket. “To everyone in this town, I am an extension of Vlad and not my own person. Unless my name is mentioned in conjunction with Vlad’s, then I don’t exist. I want to be seen as my own person, by you especially.”

I grab the hand toying with my zipper and bring it to my mouth, uncaring about who the fuck is watching us. All I see is this precious girl as I kiss her fingers. “I see you for who you are, Arya,” I say hoarsely, running my gaze over her body. “Every perfect inch of you.”

She flutters her thick lashes at me before dropping her gaze to the floor. For a long torturous minute, she doesn’t say a word, and it seems I am not the only one anticipating her reaction. It almost feels like everyone in the club is fixated on the dark-haired beauty with eyes of gold.

And she keeps us—me—waiting. Hungry and needy for scraps of her. This desperation is unlike anything I have felt before. It claws at my skin, demanding that I please this girl. Protect her, take her, fuck her… love her .

I want to claim her for myself in front of these men and hope the news reaches everyone in Valor Springs. Everyone needs to know that I have laid claim over the Bratva princess. That she belongs to her very dangerous and possessive bodyguard.

Arya is mine!

Fuck, she became mine the second I brushed my lips against hers, but now more than ever, I stand firm in that conviction.

When she lifts those big golden eyes to me, I hold my breath in anticipation of her next words. “I don’t know if I can believe you,” she whispers, tugging her hand from mine, but I tighten my grip around her fingers, unwilling to break the connection. “Before you became my bodyguard, you never paid me any attention.”

“I am now,” I assure her, keeping a firm grasp on her fingers. “You are the only thing I see, princess. The only person I want.”

She licks her lips, dragging that pretty tongue over her lower lip, and when she speaks next, I almost don’t catch it, too lost in the movement, but then the words slowly filter in and my eyes shoot back to hers. And everything becomes white noise, her words ricocheting around my mind like a damn pinball.

“Then prove it.”

My fingers tighten on hers, but I need to be sure that I heard her right. This time, I need to hear the words out loud and read them on her lips. “What did you just say to me?”

“You said I am the only thing you see. The only person you want. So…prove it.”

***

I have to remind myself not to break any traffic rules as I drive through the busy streets of Valor Springs. It isn’t normally this busy in town, but it’s a bloody Friday, and for some reason, everyone and their grandmothers decided to come out tonight.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

I glare at the kids crossing the road. To be fair, they are walking at a normal pace while crossing, but goddamn it! Can they not see that I am in a hurry to get somewhere? Do they really have to drag their feet? And why is the fucking light stuck on red!

My cock is as hard as nails, digging into my fly with precum staining my boxer briefs, and…fuck! I know I will fucking lose control if I turn to look at the temptress seated in the passenger seat of my car, so I keep my eyes on the light that just won’t fucking change.

Control. I need to fucking control myself before I am tempted to pull over to the side of the road and take her in plain view of the whole town.

You said I am the only thing you see. The only person you want, so prove it.

Oh, I’ll prove it alright.

It’s true that up until recently, I rarely paid attention Arya Andreyev, but once she slid into my focus, she stubbornly stayed there. I know there will be hell to pay when Vlad catches wind of the fact that my services have extended to more than protection, but I don’t care. He pushed me into protecting his sister, and now I have decided to make the role a permanent one.

Mine!

“Jax?” Arya says from my side, brushing her fingers over my arm. “The light’s changed.”

I look up, and sure enough, the light is green. About fucking time! “I’m taking you to my place,” I tell her. It’s much closer than Vlad’s mansion, but I also need her in my space, want to see this perfect angel in my bed, arching into my touch with every caress.

“Okay.”

Her response is whispered, a soft caress that only serves to electrify the air between us, filling it with so much sexual tension, I have to roll down the window to let in some air. My pulse is drumming rapidly when I pull up to my apartment building. I park the car in my spot, and Arya is already pushing open her door before I can exit the car.

There are few words exchanged between us as we make our way from the garage to the elevator and the top floor of the building. I can feel her eyes on me as she trails me down the hallway to my door.

I pull my key from my jacket and unlock the door, moving aside to let her into my home. “I’ve always wanted to see where the Andreyev’s fiercest enforcer lives,” Arya muses as she walks deeper into the apartment. I follow inside, shutting and locking the door behind me, and I expect to hear nerves in her voice when she speaks, but…I don’t. We both know what we came here to do, and it boggles my mind that she doesn’t seem one bit nervous about the whole thing.

“I’ve never done this before.” She brushes her hair behind her ear. “But I guess you already knew that,” she adds with a chuckle.

“Arya—”

“I heard that boys prefer girls with a little experience, so I want you to know that I know what I’m doing. I couldn’t make myself watch any adult film in its entirety, so I read about it instead. I know it’s supposed to hurt the first time—”

I close the distance between us, grabbing her chin and tilting her face so that her eyes are locked on mine. Those big, beautiful eyes blink trustingly at me and undo me. “Let me take care of you, princess,” I rasp, brushing my mouth over hers and tasting the sweetness of her lips with the caress. “Let me prove it to you that yours is the only body I want. Experienced or not, you are what I prefer.”

A rush of air escapes her parted lips. “Jax, I—”

I lean down and grab the back of her knees, lifting her off the ground. Her dress rides up her waist, leaving her bottom half exposed. The position places her pussy right above my erection, and the move to rub my cock against her is almost instinctual. She wraps her legs around my hips and winds her arms around my shoulders, whimpering with need when my mouth slams down on hers.

The kiss is feral, hungry, and desperate.

I can’t seem to get enough of her taste, and she is just as crazed as I am, sliding her hands down my chest and tearing at my shirt. Her desire matches mine when I drag my mouth feverishly over hers, rocking my erection into her bare pussy as I carry her to my bedroom. I draw her taste into my lips, kissing her so hard our breath becomes one, and I swear I feel our souls merge as well.

I don’t break our lips apart until we’re panting for breath.

“Mine!” growls the beast in my chest, growing insistent with the need to claim this girl. Christ, I can’t wait much longer. Arya has been teasing me all fucking day, and now, I need to be inside of that hot pussy. Buried so fucking deep, she’ll feel me for days.

She will only ever feel me!

Arya kisses my jaw when I reach behind her to open the bedroom door. Her lips are frantic as she tugs my collar to the side and licks a path down my throat like a feral little kitten. I grunt against the press of the needy girl, carrying her to my bed with quick strides.

“Need to be inside of you, princess,” I growl, lowering her onto my bed and following her down. She parts her legs to accommodate me between her thighs. I trail my lips down her neck, and she arches back, giving me access to her beautiful porcelain skin. My hands are on the straps of her little dress, tugging them down to reveal her beautiful body.

Christ, I’ve been looking forward to the moment I would tear this tiny piece of clothing off her, but not yet. Right now, I settle for peeling it slowly down her body to reveal her perfect tits, pink nipples hardening against the cool air.

Her mouth parts on a whimper when I lean down and suck her left nipple into my mouth, drawing on it lovingly as I drink in her flushed expression. She looks like a dream with those perfect lips parted and her eyes half-dazed.

“Oh God, Jax!” She whimpers when I graze the rosy bead with my teeth before shifting my attention to the other nipple. I long to take all the time in the world to love on her, but my balls are drawn up tight, aching with the need to feel her tight walls squeeze around my shaft.

“Fuck, princess, you taste like a fucking dream. Every inch of you is gorgeous,” I grind out, kissing the spot between her tits before tracing my lips down her body, tugging the dress down as I go. “I could spend a lifetime kissing your body, lapping at your wet little pussy until you’re creaming all over my tongue, but I need to be inside of you now!”

“Yes,” she cries, which turns into a moan when I slide my hand under her dress and yank the material down before tearing it completely off her body. I bring my middle finger to her sex, and her thighs part willingly for me. I curse under my breath when I find her dripping. I knew she would be aroused, but fuck, her arousal clings to my fingers, and with the way she thrusts her hips against me, I can tell she’s more than ready to finally take my cock.

I push back and unzip my pants, shoving them down right along with my boxer briefs before yanking them off and tossing them away. I don’t care to check where they land, my eyes on the girl lying on my bed, watching me through lust-drunk hazel eyes with her dark hair splayed on my pillow. My cock is so fucking hard, it hurts with need. I don’t remember ever wanting someone as much as I want Arya Andreyev, so much so that I’m nearly losing my mind.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, princess,” I say, settling back between her thighs. My eyes are on her as I run my middle finger over the valley of her pussy before teasing her tight entrance. I push slowly against the resistance, watching her face for any discomfort, but her eyes stay on mine, looking at me with trust. “I have been thinking about this all day. You have no idea how many times I came close to fucking you in public.” Her lips part with a cry as I rub my thumb over her clit and push my finger deeper into her sex. Moisture floods my finger with every stroke to her swelling bud until she’s writhing needily on my bed, her eyes dazed and body flushed so prettily. My cock twitches in response to her desperate reaction, throbbing painfully.

“Do it,” she whispers, her voice almost inaudible. “Want to feel you.”

I withdraw my fingers from her sex and guide my cock to her entrance, rubbing the shaft between her folds and gathering moisture on the tip. I’m panting as I work my shaft into her tight hole, and it takes sheer force of will to not thrust the rest of the way into her pussy.

I need to take it slow with her. The thought of hurting this girl in any way sets my teeth on edge, so I slowly push into her tightness, watching her expression for pain, but she keeps her eyes on me. My balls tighten, ready to burst, but I hold back, grasping hard onto my slipping control.

“Fuck, princess, you are so fucking tight, and I am not even halfway in!” I grunt, my voice pained.

Arya brings her hands to my waist and rolls her hips, urging me to move forward. “Do it,” she says, begging for my cock, but I remind myself that it’s her first time.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“I can take it. I can take you. Please do it,” she pleads, her legs opening wider to accommodate me. “Please…Daddy.”

I go blind.

Something snaps in me at that word on her lips, and I slam forward, tearing through her barrier and burying all my thick inches into her tight little channel. Her back arches, and for a second, her expression morphs from pleasure to pain before it clears. Fuck, her pussy is wrapped tight around my cock, pulsing so hotly around me that it takes everything in me to not spill.

I wrap my hand around her thigh and yank her hard against me, eyes locked on hers as I roll my hips to help her adjust to my girth.

“Say it again,” I demand through gritted teeth. “I want to hear you say it again.”

“Daddy,” she whimpers, wrapping her arms around me. “Take me. Make me yours.”

I’m helpless to do anything else.

With a rough growl, I grip tight to her ass and start fucking her in hard pumps, thrusting fast into her tightness with such desperation it has her eyes rolling back. She likes it—the violence of it. My perfect princess likes it soft and gentle, but rough and unhinged.

I wrap my free hand around her throat, and her eyes flare at the move. Oh, she likes that too.

“Mine!” I grind out harshly, unable to keep the possessiveness from my voice. Not that I try. She needs to know who she belongs to. Christ, she looks so fucking beautiful lying on my bed, taking my cock like it was made for her. So fucking gorgeous. Her tits bounce with every drive of my cock, and her beautiful golden eyes are unfocused. I want to feel her climax around my cock. I want to see her pretty mouth part in a pleasured scream.

Fuck, I will make her scream out my name when she comes apart.

“Daddy, oh!” She sobs as I slide in and out of her pussy, my balls tight with the need to spill, but I am determined to last more than a few minutes for her first time. Her breathing begins to change, coming in short pants when I angle my cock to graze her clit with every stroke. She grabs the sheets, sobbing as I thrust into her in fast strokes until she starts to tremble.

“Mine. You belong to me, princess.”

“Yes, yours,” she cries, her back arching with every thrust until her lips open on a scream, one that no doubt makes its way to the neighbors. Her pussy clenches hard around my shaft, and a violent shudder racks her entire body. She digs her nails into the sheets as she screams through her orgasm, her body trembling with the intensity of it.

I don’t allow her a moment of reprieve, furiously slapping my cock into her and bringing my finger between her legs to strum her clit. She cries out in pleasure as I punch my cock into her, fast and rough, until I feel the familiar tingle at the base of my spine seconds before I come with a growl. My muscles strain painfully as I spill my seed into her heat, rubbing at her clit until she’s coming again, her pussy clenching hard around my cock and milking me of my cum.

Our cries become one, like our bodies. Her pleasured sobs mingle with my rough groans. Every thrust joins us as one until my muscles turn lax.

I drop down beside her, panting harshly as I struggle to get my breathing back to normal. What the fuck was that? Nothing could have prepared me for what just happened between Arya and me.

Nothing could have prepared me for the way my heart drums when I draw the girl into my arms and hug her tight. In all of my thirty-five years of living, I never allowed myself to care for anyone. I dated women, and I respected them as partners, but I never cared enough to entertain murderous thoughts at the thought of someone else touching them.

I turn my head and press my mouth over her temple, letting it linger a while, afraid of the man I am becoming because of this girl. The world is not ready to deal with me in this state.

Arya Andreyev is quickly turning me into a very dangerous man.