His Obsession: A Dark Romance (Black Hearts MC Book 1)

by Violet Noir

  “Oh fuck,” he growled as his cock pumped me full of his hot cum. Kade thrust harder and rammed into me while he emptied his load inside of my quivering pussy.

  When he pulled out of me, I immediately felt the loss of him. I’d expected him to look satisfied or content, but instead, his face was a mask of rage.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Kade

  Her little pussy was so tight and wet, I couldn’t believe how good she felt. My knees were torn up from pounding her ass into the concrete, but I didn’t care. I ignored the pain and kept pounding her.

  Elise’s body tightened up around me as my own climax built. She was moaning and writing underneath me and eventually began to match my thrusts with her own.

  I tried to hold back, but I couldn’t. She was so tight and wet. I’d never felt anything like it. I punished her little pink nipples even as I brought her close to ecstasy. They stayed hard, and I knew then that she got off on the pain.

  That was it for me. I called out her name as my cock exploded inside of her. She came with me, and her tight pussy milked me of every drop of my sticky eruption.

  When I was finished, I pulled out of her quickly. I’d thought that I’d be happy and satisfied after such a good fuck, but I hated myself.

  I stood up and turned my back on her. I didn’t just hate myself, I hated her for making me feel things I didn’t want to face. I’d lost control with her, and it made my skin crawl. I hadn’t waited for Elise to beg for my cock, and that left me frustrated, confused, and furious.

  She looked so scared and bewildered. I didn’t know if I should stay and try to comfort my little doll or get the fuck away from her before she screwed up my head some more.

  After I cut Elise loose, I paced the room. She just sat there watching me like I was a jungle cat who might pounce at any moment. Elise didn’t speak, but that was okay. I wasn’t sure I could handle whatever was going on in her head at the time.

  I decided not to stay with her. She was fucking up my head, and that was dangerous for both of us.

  “Get up,” I barked. “Your room is in there,” I said and pointed toward the small bathroom with the old mattress I’d brought down for her.

  She didn’t move at first, so I grabbed her by the shoulders and led her in. I put my palm in the middle of her back and shoved her in before locking the door behind me.

  Just before the door slammed shut, I’d seen her stumble back onto the mattress. She looked so small and fragile. Locking her up like that reminded me of when I’d been left for dead. I shook my head and started for the stairs. I couldn’t let that memory back in. I would not let her make me remember what it was like to be locked away in a concrete cell.

  But as I crested the top of the stairs, the flashback hit me full force. It was more than just a memory. I could feel the desert heat and smell the sand around me.

  I was in the middle east on a covert mission. We were a ways from the city about to invade a terrorists compound. Our mission was to take him, and any of his high-ranking officials who happened to be on the property at the time, out quickly and quietly. In and out. Shot to the head. Leave the women, children, and goats alone.

  But it was a trap. The informant who’d given us the intel was working for the terrorists. As soon as we breached the compound’s walls, spotlights came on and we were surrounded by insurgents.

  A firefight broke out that left all but three of us dead. Myself and two others were taken hostage. I was eventually taken out to a small village and put in the hole in the ground that would be my home for almost a year. But, my first few weeks were spent in a concrete holding cell under the compound.

  It wasn’t much bigger than a closet. I was stripped of my clothes and left with nothing more than a bucket. They led me out of the cell at gunpoint once a day to empty the bucket and get my daily ration of bread, gruel, and water. If I was lucky. On bad days there was no food or water. I never knew what kind of day it would be. Whether I got food and water didn’t have any correlation to my behavior. No one talked to me. No one looked at me, and no one would tell me why I was being held.

  I snapped out of it and sat down at the top of the stairs. Being locked away in a desert prison and feeling like my government had abandoned me was terrifying. It couldn’t have been much worse than what I was doing to Elise.

  Guilt washed over me and threatened to drown me. How could I leave her down there in conditions not much better than what I’d endured? And the worst part was that I’d chosen to become a soldier. Elise had never chosen her life.

  “Fuck,” I whispered. I noticed the first stirrings of empathy that I’d felt in a long time. I didn’t like it, but it wasn’t a switch. I couldn’t shut it back off.

  I also couldn’t bring her upstairs. Elise might try to set the rest of the house on fire, or she might try to run. She hadn’t chosen to become a sex slave. And, she didn’t deserve to be a prisoner, but that didn’t change the fact that she had no idea how to survive out in the world.

  “Fuck,” I said and kicked the step below me.

  I didn’t want to hate her, but I hated the fact that she was making me think about the past. The whole situation made me a mess of emotions. I wanted to punish her, but I wanted to protect Elise, too. But who would protect her from me? There was no one. It was only me, and I had to be a man.

  Chapter Twenty

  Elise

  I sat on the mattress with my knees pulled up to my chest. My cheeks felt hot, and I felt so ashamed. I wanted the things he did to me, and that was humiliating. What was worse was that I thought I might want them again.

  What the hell was wrong with me? I’d never wanted one of my captors before. Even the rare times that my body responded to one of them, I didn’t actually want them to keep doing what they were doing. It was different with Kade.

  I stood up and washed myself as best I could in the old sink. I missed the fancy toothpaste and soap I’d had in my old bathroom. Why was I so stupid? If nothing else, at least I’d had more physical comforts before I started the fire.

  At least then Kade didn’t seem so angry with me.

  He was obviously a terrible person for keeping me prisoner, but I was curious as to whether there was more to him. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. He was a monster, but he wasn’t the devil.

  I could also tell beyond a shadow of a doubt that he would never let me go. I’d have to kill Kade to get free of him, and I didn’t know if I had that in me. Would going to prison for murder be any better? I could claim it was self-defense, but would anyone believe me? No one believed whores. That was one lesson I knew by heart.

  If I wasn’t going to be able to escape, my only other option was to try and make things better. Perhaps if I got to know him, I could learn what would make Kade happy. I was certain that he would treat me better if I made him happy. Look at all the nice things he’d bought for me before I tried to set his house on fire. No one had ever spent money like that on me. Well, they’d spent a lot of money to fuck me, but they’d never done it to give me nice things.

  I made a decision to try harder to please him. When he brought me dinner, I said, “thank you,” and accepted it with a small smile.

  He looked shocked. “You’re welcome, Elise,” Kade said and kissed my forehead tenderly.

  “Will you stay with me while I eat?” I asked.

  “I was hoping you might come around,” he said and led me out of the bathroom.

  In the place where he’d fucked me before was a card table and folding chairs. The ropes and towel were gone. He’d set up a place for us to sit just in case I decided to be good.

  He took the tray with my dinner from my hands and placed it on the table before pulling out my chair for me. “Please, sit.”

  I sat, and he took the chair opposite me. It was a little awkward eating naked, but I was too hungry to care. Plus, the cold metal of the folding chair felt good on my sore pussy.

  The food was covered with a little metal dome like I’d
seen on television. I had to wonder if he’d expected me to be nice to him or if Kade was trying to make up for the things he’d done to me earlier. Either way, the show of kindness and care wasn’t completely lost on me.

  There was steak, already cut up into bite-size pieces, mashed potatoes with white cheese, and steamed green beans with butter and little slivers of almonds. My eyes went wide at the sight and smell of the food. I’d never had anything so fancy.

  “What if I hadn’t been good?” I asked. I wondered if he still would have given me the food.

  “I’d like to say that I’d have given it to you anyway, Elise, but there’s a peanut butter sandwich and a glass of milk in the kitchen just in case,” he said somberly. “I would have let you look at this meal before I took it away, though.”

  So, I knew right then and there that I was right. If I was good and respectful, I’d have nicer things. I could work with that. The positive reinforcement was better than being beaten for every little thing. I’d once been beaten unconscious for not saying “thank you” when one of my owners gave me a slice of cold, spoiled pizza. I could be polite in order to get the things Kade seemed to want to give me.

  At least, I knew I could do it for a while. If I earned his trust, then perhaps he’d end up giving me enough freedom that I could make an escape.

  I took a bite of the steak, and the juicy flavor exploded inside of my mouth. It was like nothing I’d ever tasted. Kade laughed, and I realized that I was smiling and wiggling with delight. I took a bite of the mashed potatoes and almost moaned with pleasure.

  When the food was devoured, I had to resist the urge to lick the plate clean. Kade slid my pill across the table to me.

  “You didn’t touch your Coke,” he said and handed me the icy cold bottle.

  I’d only ever had soda once. Me and one of the other girls at Tamara’s had snuck it from the kitchen when were supposed to be cleaning. I only got one drink of the sweet, bubbly liquid before we got caught. We paid a dear price for that little bit of soda.

  “Is it all for me?”

  “Yes, Elise. You can have the bottle. That’s why I brought it to you.”

  “Thank you,” I said and gulped half of it down after popping the pill in my mouth. I’d actually begun to look forward to a time when I didn’t need them anymore.

  “How are you doing with the pills? Are they helping?” Kade asked.

  “Why are you keeping me here?” was my response.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Kade

  “If you’re ready to tell me the truth about the fire, and tell me how you started it, then I’m willing to talk to you,” I said.

  “I shouldn’t,” she said and bit her bottom lip in the most delicious way.

  “Well, then I guess we’re done here,” I said and started to get up.

  “Wait. Okay. But, if I tell you, I don’t want you to blame her. I’m not a snitch, and it’s not her fault. It’s all mine.”

  “What are you talking about?” But then it hit me. Gabriella. Had my housekeeper really tried to help her escape? But then why leave Elise in the basement and call me first? Something didn’t fit.

  “I took the lighter from her when she brought me my food and pill. I smelled cigarette smoke on her, and I knew she probably had the lighter with her. I didn’t think you would let your employees smoke, so I knew she had to be sneaking cigarettes. That meant she had to keep her smokes and her lighter on her. It would’ve been too risky for her to leave them lying around.”

  So, Gabriella had started smoking again, and because of it, Elise had started a fire that could have burnt down my house. And, my property—my doll—could have been killed.

  “Thank you for telling me,” I said. “I’ll deal with Gabriella.”

  I saw a flash of something in Elise’s eyes, and I could swear it was jealousy. “I didn’t want to snitch,” was all she said.

  I realized why she’d be jealous. Elise thought that I intended to deal with Gabriella the way I’d dealt with her disobedience.

  “It’s not like that with Gabriella,” I said, and I saw Elise’s shoulders relax a little. “I won’t punish her the way I punish you. I’m not attracted to her, and she really is just my housekeeper. I’ll more than likely just dock her pay for the damages.”

  “Please, don’t.” Elise said. “I’m sure she needs the money.”

  That made me smile. Even in the face of everything Elise was going through, she was worried about others more.

  “It won’t be much. Just enough to remind her to follow the rules. I’ll take a small amount of money for a long time. I can assure you her she won’t suffer, Elise. But I can’t just let it go. Her insubordination could have gotten you killed.”

  “It was my fault.”

  “It was whose fault I say it was. Understand?” I said, and she gave me a little nod. “If we’re going to get along, little doll, you need to remember that I am the man in this… arrangement.” I couldn’t say relationship. It wasn’t a relationship until Elise consented to it.

  “I told you everything you wanted to know,” she said. “Will you tell me why you’re keeping me here? Tell me what is going to happen to me, please.”

  I wondered if I should tell her the truth? Seeing her in the cage at Bruno’s place made me think about my past. I felt a pull at my heart when I saw her, and I’d never had one of Bruno’s whores affect me that way. That’s why I’d taken her. I kept her to protect her from a world she couldn’t manage. Instead of answering, I decided I wanted more information from her. I wanted her to tell me with one hundred percent certainty why she’d risked her life to start that fire.

  “I will tell you that as soon as you tell me the real reason you almost got yourself killed starting that fire.”

  Her shoulders slumped. “When I said that I did it to escape, that was the truth. I just wanted to get away.”

  I could accept that. Elise didn’t know how bad the world could be for a woman like her.

  “I took you because I don’t like Bruno. He’s a low life piece of shit who abuses women. You were the prettiest of his pets, so I took you for myself. It was the best way to make him pay.”

  She laughed, and I was stunned. “Aren’t you the pot calling the kettle black?” Her voice had turned serious. “You’re just as bad as him. I’m still a prisoner. You still beat me and tortured me with a vibrator.” Her cheeks flushed a little. “I’m still not free.”

  I wanted to snap at her that I’d treated her much better than Bruno ever had right up until she tried to burn my house down. But, I took a deep breath and considered what she’d said. I’d told her we could have a conversation, and I intended to make good on that promise even if she was being a bit too mouthy for my liking.

  I’d never kept a woman as a captive before. It wasn’t like I had a revolving supply of sex slaves. I had no idea why Elise had brought out that side of me. I didn’t need her to get laid. There was more than one unattached girl that hung around the clubhouse who wanted to ride my cock any time I asked. At least a few of them had asked around about becoming my old lady. No, I didn’t need Elise, but I was still convinced she needed me.

  “Bruno is looking for you, Elise. I’m keeping you for your own good. If I turn you loose, you’ll end up dead or working the corner.”

  But I knew that wasn’t completely true. I had enough contacts with the MC to send her somewhere safe. The old ladies at another clubhouse could help her and teach her how to live outside of captivity. But, that would have meant that she’d end up someone else’s old lady. That thought made my blood boil. I wasn’t ready to let her go.

  Not yet.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Elise

  There was more I wanted to know about Kade. I’d seen some of the scars on his body, and some of them looked like the ones on mine. That alone made me feel connected to him, if only in a small way.

  I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened to him. We’d known each other physically, b
ut I knew almost nothing about him personally. I wondered how he would react if I asked him about his past. Would he get angry and defensive? Or, would it please him that I wanted to know him?

  There was no way for me to know if I’d ever even get the chance to ask. It felt like things were progressing between us, but that could have just been my imagination. It was entirely possible that the rest of my life would be just as it was now.

  I didn’t want to let that scenario play out in my head, but it did. I imagined him coming downstairs and taking me out of my cell to fuck me whenever it suited him. He called me a doll, and maybe that’s all I was. He’d take me out to play with me when he got bored, and then shove me back in my box when he was done. I was sure that could go on for years until I got too old, and then he’d either sell me cheap or just take me out somewhere remote and put a bullet in my brain.

  Those thoughts had me near panic when the door opened. I wiped the tears away from my eyes with the back of my hand as Kade walked into the small room.

  “Come on,” he said and motioned for me to follow him.

  “Where are we going?” I couldn’t believe I’d asked. I knew better than to ask, and I braced for a slap. But it didn’t come.

  Instead, he turned around to face me again.

  “I’m moving you to my bedroom,” he said, then turned away.

  I’m not sure why, but that thought filled me with trepidation. Being trapped in a cell or a cage in the basement I could handle. I was familiar with that, but being taken up to his bedroom? That was a whole new territory. So, I had to wonder if I should face my fear and go, or if I should put up a fight so that he’d leave me in the basement.

  In the end, I figured that being in his bedroom had to be better than the tiny concrete bathroom. Whatever the expectations were for me up in the main house, I could cope. That was something I knew how to do.