Tiger's Obsession Collection (Erotic Romance Complete Series - 6 books)

by TorreS, Pet

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  This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental

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  Revision: November, 13, 2013

  Title: Ardent Affection

  Author: Pet Torres

  Original title: Afeição ardente

  Translation: (2013) Pet Torres books

  Electronics edition: (2013) Pet Torres books

  Dedicated

  To my parents

  To my sisters

  To my nephews

  Acknowledgments

  To my dear readers

  The Florence and the machine band

  I got enthusiastic about its music.

  “I do not consider myself a writer; I'm just a person trying to express my sensibility and fantasy onto the paper through my writing.”

  PET TORRES

  "Be at the aim of a gun, but you get out of Larsson TIGER's green eyes sight ..."

  Ardent affection, Pet Torres

  Synopsis

  Larsson TIGER's obsession with the young Emily affects his businesses. He desires her only for him.

  On his thirty-fourth birthday he always chooses one of his girls to spend a night with him.

  Will Emily be chosen tonight?

  Something unexpected could occur...

  Emily longs to steal a kiss from the majestically beautiful Larsson TIGER, hoping to lure him into a trap, where the ardent affection can be his prison.

  Prologue

  They say that hope is the last to die. In my view hope is the last to survive...

  Too many disappointments, suffering and obstacles, that much of the time our own destiny imposes on us mercilessly.

  The only light at the end of the tunnel or the bottom of a completely dark well is love...

  This one thing, which can turn monsters into real angels, even though they only wear black clothes...

  Larsson TIGER is one of those monsters, whom I idealized would be an angel dressed in black to rescue me on the edge of that dark and deserted road...

  Chapter 1

  "Enough, bitch!"

  ~Larsson TIGER

  My steps are smooth and highly sexy as I walk in my red sandals to the nightclub. The play of light diversifies the hue of my skin, my hair and also my clothes.

  I stop walking in the middle of the hall. There are several people there. I’m sure more than half of these men are rich.

  Men who are there for a reason...

  Looking for fun and pleasure...

  My hand glides through my hair as I look ahead and see Larsson TIGER sitting on a black couch at the end of the nightclub. He is accompanied by two prostitutes.

  One of them slips her hand inside Larsson's black overcoat and caresses his abdomen. He smirks at her and the woman, with her light brown hair, involves him with her cunning hug, seeking absolute physical contact. But I swallow deeply at the rage and jealousy biting me. At this time I want to get close to them and end up with their fun in the public eye.

  I walk further and stand in front of them, however, far away from where they are. Where I stop and stand is close enough for Larsson to finally see I got to the club.

  He raises his head, looks ahead, and his eyes become bright and gaze in my direction. At that moment he gazes at my body covered by a long, red satin dress with a huge slit in front of my right leg. I stare at him and I forget completely that there are two women around him.

  He slowly gets up from the couch and walks forward, but I remain staring at him as he approaches me.

  His hand slides through his dark hair, when his gaze is prostrated before my ruby-red image.

  Larsson remains still before me and raises his hand in my direction. I place my delicate hand in his.

  He squeezes it and leads me to the couch where he was sitting before.

  The owner of the club sits back down beside the two prostitutes and motions to me to sit at his left. His hand slides over my thigh uncovered by the crack of my dress, but I stand watching his ardent hand in contact with my velvety skin.

  The two women try to attract his attention towards them, turning up their extensive pairs of breasts while they begin to stimulate him with caresses on his scalp and on his arms.

  I bite my lips angrily and look away, avoiding seeing that repulsive scene.

  I confess that I wish Larsson TIGER was mine and only mine. I have no intention of sharing him with other women.

  However, I abandon my egoistical thoughts when I feel Larsson TIGER's hand gently sliding down my belly and his fingers compress the region below my navel, as if he were squeezing my buttocks.

  I could close my eyes to enjoy his pleasurable touch if I was not being done in front of several people.

  His lips wander around my neck. They go up and reach the extremities of my ear.

  "Go to get a drink for me!" He mutters next to my ear.

  I get up from the couch, stare at him and see that his gaze still contemplates me. I walk gently toward the bar and ask the bartender for a drink, telling him it is for Larsson TIGER. The waiter immediately prepares one of his employer's favorite, sumptious drinks.

  The waiter mixes pineapple liqueur with ice and adorns the glass cup with a thin slice of lemon.

  I hold the drink and walk back to the couch.

  Halfway, I slow my pace as soon as I look at the back of the club, towards the black couch and see one of the women sitting on Larsson’s lap.

  She is blonde and is wearing a provocative, black dress.

  My cheeks turn red while I feel jealousy advance the green light within me.

  Then I begin walking heavily, forgetting the softness of my steps when I went to get the drink in the bar.

  Larsson gazes at me as I am walking toward the couch. He fixes himself up, pulling up his dark overcoat and removes the woman from his lap, sitting her beside him.

  However, my gaze still is on him, and eventually I stop before them, before Larsson. He coolly looks at my face as he is waiting for his drink.

  In that moment, I pinch my lips and throw his whole drink against him. Larsson closes his eyes and feels the drink run down his face and his chest.

  The two women stare surprised at him and then they stare at me. I stare at them again and throw the glass cup against the ground and it shatters into pieces.

  I turn my back to them and walk hurriedly through the crowd of people in the club.

  Larsson gets up from the couch and walks among the people, while the two women remain seated on the couch.

  I try to hasten my steps more and more toward the dark and deserted corridor as I sense that someone is coming after me. Maybe Larsson's guards have orders to throw me in the swimming pool like they did the other time. Or perhaps Larsson himself wants again to warm my face with his aggressive hand.

  "Not one more step!" A male voice commands behind me. I stop moving but remain facing forward.

  He approaches me with his heavy steps and stops in front of me. His face, neck and chest are completely smeared with the pineapple drink liquid.

  I do not dare to challenge him with the sound of my voice or the movement of my body.

  His gaze looks stormy, while his skin is slimy due to drink I threw against it.

  He walks backward and leans his back on the wall of the dark hallway, looks at me as I remain still in the same position and orders me, “Clean this dirt you made!"

  I turn to him and question him, "How?"

  "With your tongue!"

  I approach him and touch his black overcoat, downing it to the height of his arms. His chest is completely naked and expose
d. His gold chain with the tiger pendant enhances his body's beauty.

  I stare at him again and he stands patiently, waiting for me to cover him with the touch of my tongue.

  I touch my lips to the skin on his chest and slide my tongue towards the areas where I can taste that there are traces of pineapple liqueur. Even though I am keeping my head down, I realize that Larsson writhes with pleasure against the wall.

  I have to admit to myself that this also delights me, seeing him freaking out about the provocative effect of my burning tongue.

  I suck his skin with longing and he shivers from head to toe. My tongue goes up by his throat, his neck and moves along the contours of his facial area, his forehead, and nose and goes down his chin.

  My tongue circulates around his lips and I dare to try and steal a kiss from his lips, but he's faster than me, opens his right hand and holds my face before my lips touch his.

  His hand turns my face to the side and he pushes me away from his path.

  "Enough, bitch!"

  He removes his back from the wall and walks back through the corridor, while he lifts his overcoat back over his shoulders.

  Chapter 2

  "Dozens of men require Emily tonight."

  ~ Constancia

  I turn at once, tasting another dose of pineapple liqueur on my lips, and return the drinking glass to the bar.

  I look up at the ceiling and see the games of lights moving in a circle over my head. Then I smile as I think about how much fun the environment looks.

  As usual, the nightclub is full with people and Larsson TIGER becomes richer every day.

  I look over my right shoulder and I see him sitting on the dark couch in the corner of the club. There is a red-haired whore companying him. She is sitting by his side, keeping her legs crossed.

  Her name is Valentina.

  She manages to capture his attention as they talk about some interesting subject, perhaps on some pornography about a threesome. Valentina can smile at his side all the time, unlike me, who always provokes him when there is an opportunity for it.

  Again the feeling called jealousy advises me to tease him somehow.

  A song from Florence and the Machine Band, called Remain Nameless starts playing right in that moment.

  I rise from my seat and gently make my way to the center stage in the club.

  There is no one on it.

  In a matter of seconds, all eyes in the nightclub turn toward that stage. That includes Larsson TIGER's eyes.

  At that moment my body starts to move according to the music. I feel I am overflowing with sensuality and my hands run over my body, in a short tight dress in tiger print.

  My sandals are gold and perfectly match my dress.

  I kneel to the ground and eye Larsson TIGER as I am hinting to him, as I forget that there are hundreds of men there and they are all completely fascinated by my sensuality exposed through my dance. My eyes move through the soul of Larsson while at the same moment I am contouring my breasts with my hands and hold them with full force.

  Larsson crooks on the couch, looking quite excited at my performance. For a moment he thinks he sees a tigress on stage. The green in his intense and bright eyes motivates me to continue dancing. I turn my head and my hair shakes strongly, falling on my face. I get up and start dancing in crouched position.

  A young handsome customer comes to the stage and stands behind me. His hands touch my hips and he begins to dance along with me. I feel his erection skimming the break of my buttocks.

  My body becomes more and more animated, recalling the day in which I danced with Larsson TIGER in a nightclub for the first time and he said I moved so well. I then wriggle my body and go down almost to the ground and the customer lowers himself together with me.

  Larsson squeezes his eyes at us and remains looking in our direction.

  His gaze demonstrates aversion, surprise and certain excitement towards me.

  A guard approaches Larsson and leans toward him. Larsson remains sitting, raises his neck at his employee and says something close to his ear. The club guard turns his back and walks toward the stage. Within a few seconds, I am dragged by the arm.

  The guard takes me away from the stage and also the hall of the club.

  Shortly thereafter, Larsson gets up and walks among the people. Now he is walking through the dark corridor, burning his cigarette.

  "Mr. Larsson." Constancia exclaims behind him.

  Larsson interrupts his own steps and looks back over his right shoulder. Then Constancia remains still and quite euphoric.

  "Dozens of men require Emily tonight."

  Larsson remains serious and orders her in a discontented way, “Order them to fuck their mothers!"

  He looks ahead and begins walking again.

  Constancia shakes her head at his back in surprise. Larsson has never disappointed his customers, much less ordered that they fuck that way. She turns her back and walks back to the club hall.

  I hear the door slam behind me, after someone has entered the office. However, I remain sitting in the chair in front of Larsson TIGER's desk.

  His guard pulled me off the stage and brought me straight to the office.

  I gaze from the corner of my eye when Larsson's steps become increasingly close behind me.

  I have not heard his voice yet, but by the sound of his walk I can tell he is pretty angry.

  His fingers crush his cigarette into the silver ashtray on his desk. He walks to me; his right hand strongly holds my hips and makes me stand.

  The tip of his chin tightens my neck as he dares to order something close to my ear.

  "Never do that again!"

  His erection seems like it’s burning behind me. I can feel it becoming stronger against my ass.

  A shiver goes up my spine while I feel his warm breath against my neck. His right hand grabs my chin and he makes me face him forcibly.

  "You played very dirty with me tonight!" His lips compress and he bends his face to the side. "And I did not like any of this!"

  I remain silent.

  "I do not want you to expose yourself to my customers that way!" His hand tightens on my jaw in anger. "I do not want you to get on that stage and insinuate to me that way!"

  I still remain silent, just feeling him behind me.

  "Get it?"

  He screams in my ear, but I remain mute before him.

  "You got it, E-mi-ly?"

  He turns me to face him, just pulling me by my throat.

  I stare at him. I dare to look into his green eyes. I observe the perfect shape of his lips and petition his green eyes again as I say between my teeth,

  "I CAME INTO THIS WORLD TO ROB YOUR HEART, IN THE SAME WAY AS YOU CAME INTO THIS WORLD TO ROB MY VIRGINITY."

  Then I feel his hand warming my face for the third time. I hold my own face while I hear him exclaiming at me, "Bitch! Do you think who you are?"

  He shakes his head and smoothes his black hair back.

  The dim light in the room makes him partly cloudy.

  "You are facing Larsson TIGER."

  He walks around his desk and gives a punch with his fist on his table. At this moment I close my eyes as I imagine that one blow could have been on me.

  Again I see the terrifying monster that resides within Larsson TIGER.

  His hand strongly holds my jaw again as he stops in front of me.

  "No bitch challenges me!" He pushes my head back. "And to rob my heart you need to be a very astute female thief!”

  He brings my face to his and frees me then.

  "SLUT!"

  His hands strongly hold my wrists, lifting my arms above my head. He turns my back to him and pushes me against his desk. Some objects begin shaking from the impact of my body against his desk.

  My body from the waist up is pressed against his table while he still keeps my wrists above my head.

  I am stunned and immobilized by his sudden movements.

  At the time his heavy breathing moves like
the wind against my nape and back.

  I close my eyes and whisper when I feel him desperately opening his black jeans behind me, using only his right hand.

  Then his right hand comes under my dress and violently pulls my black panties, which are ripped apart and he throws them on the floor.

  He puts his face close to mine and whispers me in a very excited manner,

  "I'll sink your ass!"

  My tongue meets his face. At that moment I try to suck him with despair.

  He puts his erection into my anus and massages it with the tip of his penis moving up and down in slow motion. I lift my ass and shake my body against his steel as it is hard and warm.

  I feel my insides throbbing, burning with an ardent desire that a small part of his body provokes in me.

  "Sink into me!"

  I mumble in increasing covetousness.

  Larsson TIGER holds intensely my hips and straightens it in the perfect direction for his steel to invade me without brakes.

  I release a loud moan when he finally slams into me from behind.

  Chapter 3

  “He never kisses women on their mouths."

  ~Natasha

  "Wow! Today is Larson TIGER’s birthday!" Natasha informs me, lighting her cigarette before the open window and a gray smoke rises above her nose.

  Valentina walks out of the bathroom wrapped in her towel after her quick wash under the shower.

  "Who will he take to his house tonight?" She questions with excitement. Maybe she is sure she will be chosen on this night.

  I pull the sheet off my bed and move my pillow to a more comfortable position all the while listening to the conversation between them.