Dark Obsession (Famiglia Book 4)

by Andrea Joy

  I’ve just barely closed my eyes when the sound of a door clicking open reaches my ears. I still, but when no other sound comes, I relax again and allow my mind to drift. Until a corner of the duvet lifts, letting in the chilly air and the bed dips. Cold fingers begin tracing down the middle of my chest making me shiver. Before they can dip any lower, I grab hold of the wrist attached to the wandering hands and reach up with my other hand to flip on the lamp on the side table. I wish I hadn’t. I pause, my throat suddenly dry, as I stare at the person who crawled into my bed. The light from the lamp makes her blonde hair look like a halo.

  “What are you doing?”

  She twists her hand from side to side, and I stupidly let go of her wrist, allowing her to continue her exploration of my naked chest. “Please, Mason.” Her voice is a breathy whisper. “I need you. I want you.”

  “Sofia —”

  “Don’t act like you haven’t wanted me too. I’ve seen the lingering looks, Mason. Felt the lingering touches,” she says, cutting off my protest. Her lips press a kiss to the underside of my jaw, just below my ear and I groan.

  “I’m almost old enough to be your father,” I argue, but my voice doesn’t sound so convincing even to my own ears.

  “Maybe if you were fifteen when I was born, Mase.” She lick up my jaw, curling her tongue under my ear lobe and sucks it between her lips.

  I know I should move away, get off the bed and put as much distance between us as I can. I should firmly shut her down and make sure she knows that nothing can ever happen between us. I’m thirty-four for Christ sake. I should know better. But I don’t do any of those things. Like an idiot, I continue to lay still as she explores my body with her fingers, lips, and tongue.

  “It’s almost a whole lifetime,” I finally manage to say, grateful when it doesn’t come out as a moan. My breath hitches when her fingers slips under the waistband of my boxer-briefs and she takes my length in her hand. I do let the moan escape then. Fuck. What the fuck’s wrong with me?

  “God, you’re big. I can’t wait to have you inside of me, stretching me,” she purrs in my ear as her hand strokes my length.

  That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. I was never a saint to begin with anyway. Her gap year is up soon and she’ll be leaving for some fancy design school on the other side of the country. I swat her hand away and then grip her hip, flipping her onto her back and settle between her legs.

  Sofia grins up at me, her hands pressing into my lower back and trailing up towards my shoulders. Her legs wrap around my waist and it’s then I notice that she’s completely naked beneath me. My dick rubs between her lips and I groan. She’s already wet.

  “Tell me again.”

  Her hands momentarily stop their exploration of my back but then start roaming again. “I want you, Mason.”

  I slide through her folds a couple more times and then on the next slide up, I reach down between us and aim the head of my cock at her entrance and push in. Fuck, fuck, fuck, she’s so tight. Like a vice squeezing my dick. I hold still or risk losing my load already and peer down at her. The expression on her face is not one I expect. It looks like she’s almost in pain, but that can’t be right.

  Shit.

  “Sofia.”

  Her eyes are closed, and she shakes her head even as her brows continue to furrow in pain. Her hands leave my back and then she’s covering her face with her palms.

  “Sofia,” I try again, but the sound I get back sounds suspiciously like a sob.

  Oh no. No, no, no.

  I start to withdraw from her, but her hands come down and she grips my arms.

  “No. Please. I want this. I really do. I just… it…” she trails off, a pink hue crossing her cheeks as she turns her head to the side, looking away.

  I settle a little more fully on top of her, careful not to completely crush her under my weight, and grip her chin between my fingers, forcing her to look back at me.

  “Why didn’t you tell me?”

  She lets out a fast breath and looks at me like I’m an idiot. “Because I knew what you would say. I’ve wanted you to be my first for a while now, Mason. I-I love you.” The last part is said so softly that if I wasn’t looking at her, I would’ve missed it.

  My heart clenches at the statement but I ignore it, both the declaration of love and the feeling beginning to take root in my own heart.

  “I’m going to pull out, but I’m not going anywhere.”

  The light in her eyes dim a little more, but she nods and turns her head back to the side staring at the cream coloured wall as I slowly pull out of her body and stand. I go into the attached bathroom and wet a washcloth before entering the room again. I clean her up and toss the cloth to the floor. There’ll probably be a wet spot on the carpet in the morning, but right now that’s the least of my worries.

  “Bend your legs.”

  Sofia startles, but does as I’ve asked and bends her legs. Curiosity flashes across her blue eyes as I crawl on my knees up the bed, up her body. I kiss her first. Something I should’ve done before. The tension I wasn’t fully aware of in my shoulders ease at the sound of her moan when I lick between her lips and dip my tongue inside her mouth. She tastes even better than I imagined. Like the sweetest fruit with a hint of champagne.

  I kiss down her neck and over her collarbone. Shifting slightly, I flick my tongue over one of her nipples making her shiver and gasp. Then I do the same to the other, grinning when it elicits the same reactions. I continue kissing and licking my way down her abdomen, dipping my tongue in her belly button. I shuffle further down but before I can get my mouth on her clit, her hand shoots out, pressing against my forehead and halting my move forward.

  “What are you doing?” She pants, closing her legs as much as she can with my head in the way.

  I shake off her hand on my forehead. “Do you trust me?”

  Her teeth sink into the flesh of her bottom lip and my dick gives a little twitch against the mattress. Eventually, she nods.

  “Then let me make you feel good. Let me show you what your first time is supposed to be like, Sofia.”

  She lets out a shaky breath but lets her legs fall open again. I can tell she’s still hesitant, though, and I vow to make sure she knows just how beautiful she is before the sun rises. I resettle between her legs with one arm resting across her belly, I circle her clit with my tongue and seal my lips over it, sucking the sensitive bud into my mouth. Sofia’s hips buck up at the contact and I increase the pressure of my arm across her body, holding her down.

  “Oh, god, Mason.”

  Sofia bucks and squirms against my mouth but I don’t let up on my hold. I slide a finger through her wet heat, making sure to go slow and allow her to adjust to the intrusion. Even though she just had my cock inside of her, I don’t want to cause her any more pain than I already have.

  Her fingers slide through my hair and curl into the short strands. I wince at the sharp pain, but it’s not enough for me to abandon what I’m doing. If anything, it just makes me want to continue. After several moments, I add another finger and curl them on each withdrawal. The moan that slips from between her lips is hot as fuck, but it’s also loud. I lift off from her clit and pause the movement of my fingers.

  “Shhh. If you don’t want your cousin to come in here, you’ll have to be quiet.”

  “Sorry. Sorry, it’s just… oh god.” Her chest moves with every panted breath, her fingers still clenched in my hair. “I need you, Mason. Please.”

  Hell, she doesn’t have to ask me twice.

  Her hand falls away from my hair, allowing me to rise to my knees and reach over to the bedside table, grabbing a condom and lube from the drawer. I can’t believe I had forgotten earlier. I never forget a condom, but somehow with Sofia, all my common sense gets washed away. Sofia watches me rip open the foil wrapper and roll it down my shaft. The light shines back in her eyes, but something else too. Her words from earlier start to flow back but I mentally shake them off. She can’t
possibly be in love with me. I squirt some lube on the tip of my cock and spread it down my length then position the head at her entrance again, but don’t push in. I plant an arm on either side of her head and kiss her. I can feel her heat and it’s taking every last molecule of control I have left to not thrust into her and bury myself deep within her body.

  “Are you sure?” I ask her again, after removing my lips from hers.

  Her hands come up to cup my face, her blue gaze boring into mine. There’s no hesitation behind her eyes. No fear. She really does want this, but I still need her to say the words one more time.

  “There’s nothing I want more,” Sofia answers and then she’s the one kissing me.

  Unlike earlier, I don’t thrust in one go. Instead, I take my time making sure she has time to adjust to the thickness of my cock. Sofia whimpers into my mouth and I keep kissing her. Reaching down between our bodies I find her clit with my fingers again and rub in slow circles. After a couple beats, she begins to relax again, and I push a little further in. Inch by agonizingly slow inch until my balls are resting against her ass.

  Chapter Five

  SOFIA

  7 years ago

  So full.

  I knew what I was doing when I snuck into Mason’s room after everyone had gone to bed. I knew what I wanted. What I’ve wanted for the better part of two years now. But two years ago, his wife was still alive and I knew that whatever crush I had developed on Mason was going to stay just that, a crush. But she’s been gone for a year now, and maybe the timing is still wrong, but I can’t keep denying what I feel for him. I hoped he wouldn’t freak out and send me away when I crawled into his bed.

  Hope flared in my chest when Mason didn’t kick me out of his room after he woke up to see me in his bed. And then it was snuffed out when he entered me that first time. There was so much pain and again I knew I was stupid not to tell him that I was practically a virgin. I thought I could just wave that fact away like it was more of a nuisance than anything, but holy hell had it hurt. And then the tears came, followed by an overwhelming bout of shame, but still he didn’t kick me out. Instead, Mason worshipped my body. Just like he said, it’s what my first time was supposed to be like. Instead of what it actually was. Which was held down in my bed in the middle of the night while my brother covered my mouth so my screams didn’t wake up our mother.

  “You okay?”

  A smile pulls at my lips and I wrap my legs around his waist like they were before, my hands on his back. “More than okay,” I say.

  Mason grins and then peppers kisses all over my face while he starts to move. It’s a little uncomfortable at first, but the more he moves the better it starts to feel until my fingers are digging into the muscles in his back and I throw my head back.

  Before I worked up enough courage to sneak into his room, I was nervous that I wouldn’t know what to do. I haven’t even so much as given a guy a blow job or a hand job. Hell, I still haven’t. I hadn’t even been kissed before tonight or masturbated. I wasn’t lying when I told Mason I wanted him to be my first. I just didn’t tell him that I wanted him to be my first in everything. Despite not knowing what the hell I’m doing; I don’t fight my body’s natural instinct. When Mason drives back in, I lift my hips to take him deeper and when he withdraws, I drop my hips to the bed beneath me.

  “You’re so perfect,” Mason rasps by my ear, the stubble along his jaw rubbing against my cheek.

  I want to tell him that he’s got it wrong. I’m anything but perfect, but I refrain. It didn’t escape my notice that he didn’t respond to my declaration of being in love with him.

  A weird sensation suddenly begins building. My toes curl and my nails dig deeper into his skin. I’m pretty sure they’re drawing blood at this point, but I can’t seem to bring myself to care right now, maybe once we’re finished, I’ll feel guilty, but I doubt it.

  “Yes, that’s it,” Mason hisses, lifting up slightly on his forearms. His thrusts increasing in speed. He grips one of my hips in his hand and angles my body. “Don’t fight it. Just let it happen, Sofia,” he says and then his lips come crashing down on mine.

  The kiss provides the perfect distraction and I give into the sensation rushing over me like a wave, moaning into his mouth. Mason keeps kissing me as his rhythm falters, and then he shudders against me. His arms blanketing my head on either side. He breaks the kiss but doesn’t move far, resting his forehead against mine while we both try to catch our breaths again.

  “You okay?”

  I close my eyes and trail my fingers up and down his sweat slicked back, trying to ingrain this moment into my memory. “Hmmm,” I hum.

  Mason chuckles, leaning down to pepper the tip of my nose and the corners of my lips with kisses. “I need to get rid of this condom.”

  He reaches down between us, I’m assuming to grab hold of the rubber around the base of his dick, and then withdraws. I wince at the sensitive feeling between my legs. Mason rises up on to his knees and pulls the condom off, tying it in a knot and dumping it in the trash can beside the bed. He disappears inside the attached bathroom for a minute, coming back with a wash cloth. He lays on the bed beside me and gently cleans between my legs and then dumps it on the side. Turning back over to face me, he crawls back up onto the bed, wrapping an arm across my belly and pulling me toward him. He maneuvers us until I’m lying against his side, my head on his chest, and then covering us both back up with the duvet cover. Snuggling up closer, I lace my leg between his. Mason’s fingers trail up and down my bare arm. I can’t help but think how right this feels. I might only be nineteen, but my two previous relationships didn’t feel this right. Maybe it’s because Mason’s my first, or maybe it’s because of Mason himself, but either way, I know this is what I want.

  “Will you be here in the morning?”

  Mason turns to stone beneath me, his fingers pausing in the exploration of my arm. My heart sinks because I know his answer even before he speaks the words. After a couple beats, his fingers continue their journey down my arm, and he starts breathing again.

  “Go to sleep, Sof,” he says, with a kiss to the top of my head.

  I want to argue with him, but I know it’ll be no use. I slide my hand from his chest to his waist and pull him close. Maybe if I hold him close enough, he’ll still be here when the sun rises.

  He isn’t.

  “Morning,” Klara says cheerfully when I enter Braxton’s kitchen the next morning. “Coffee?” She asks, already reaching for a mug with one hand and the coffee pot with the other.

  “Please.” I walk over to the kitchen table and say good morning to Savanna, Klara’s sister. I’m guessing she’s one of the few people who decided to stay the night instead of trying to get a cab back home during the craziness that is New Years.

  “I’m just about to make some eggs for us, would you like some?” Klara eyes me, setting down the mug in front of the seat beside Savanna.

  “Sure. Do you need any help?”

  “Nah,” she says, waving me off. “I’m fine.”

  Savanna rolls her eyes. “Klara never allows anyone to help her in the kitchen. Our mom and I have tried but she just shoo’s us out every time.”

  You wouldn’t be able to tell that Klara and Savanna are related if you look at them separately. Hell, you can barely tell when they’re side by side, but it’s evident in the colour of their eyes and the slope of their noses. That’s where the similarities stop. Klara has white blonde hair whereas Savanna’s hair is coloured a dark black it almost looks blue in the light streaming through the open kitchen window. Savanna is covered in piercings from what I can see; lip, eyebrow, multiple ones in her ear, nose, and labret. Klara is piercing free except for the two in her ears. Savanna has tattoos. Klara doesn’t. They’re like day and night, but from what I saw of their relationship last night at the New Year’s Eve party, they’re close. Closer than any siblings I know. I’m almost envious of their relationship.

  “Did you sleep well? Mason
said he checked on you before he came down this morning and you were still out cold.”

  She hands me a fresh mug and I take a minute to inhale the caffeinated goodness until her words seep in. My hands pause with the mug at my lips. “When… when did he leave?”

  Klara shrugs, her back to me as she cooks the eggs for breakfast. “I’m not entirely sure. Braxton was already downstairs in the gym and I was just getting up, so about six?”

  My shoulders slump. If he left at six that means he waited only long enough for me to fall asleep before sneaking out. I shouldn’t be surprised. I practically begged the man to sleep with me. What did I honestly expect to happen? That I would wake up in his arms this morning with the sun shining and birds singing, and that everything would suddenly be magical? Mason James would admit that he’s in love with me too and we’d live happily ever after? I scoff, immediately covering it up with a cough, and take another drink of my coffee. I just proved to myself what he was trying to tell me all along. I am too young.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  I look up to see Klara standing between me and Savanna, a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in her hand.

  “Yeah,” I say, as she places the plate down in front of me. “Yeah, I’m good. Just tired, I guess.”

  Klara’s eyes narrow as she studies me, and I just hope that the poker face my mother taught me before she left me is working in my favour. When Klara turns around and goes back to the stove, I breathe a little easier.

  “When do you leave for fashion school?” Savanna asks, taking a drink of her tea.

  “Beginning of next week,” I say, around a mouth full of egg.

  “There are my favourite ladies,” my cousin says, walking into the room shirtless and with a towel draped around his neck. He wraps his arms around Klara from behind and kisses up her neck making her giggle.

  Savanna rolls her eyes at the PDA and fakes a gag making me grin. We both ignore the lovebirds as they start to make out and concentrate on eating our breakfast. Savanna gets done before me and announces that she’s going back to bed for a couple hours since her flight isn’t until tonight. Before I can make my retreat, my cousin stops me.