The Owners: His Obsession Part 11

"There is no need to be ashamed, Ursula. a.n.a.l s.e.x can be very rewarding." She tried to pull away from him. "No, I'm not letting you go."

"I can't have this conversation with you," she said.

"You're mine, Ursula. The only person you'll be having this conversation with is me." Arguing with him would achieve nothing.

He began moving inside her. His c.o.c.k plunging in and out made her forget about her a.s.s. The carnal need rose inside her. She pushed back against him, desperate for the release that was building once more. After two o.r.g.a.s.ms she didn't think it was possible to have another. He proved her wrong. His fingers found her c.l.i.t, teasing the bud until she came apart under him.

When she collapsed on the floor, she felt him pull out and lift her in his arms. He began walking up the stairs with her in his arms.

"I can walk," she said, but she wrapped her arms around his neck. He wouldn't let her down. The door to his room was kicked open. She chuckled as he dropped her on the bed following her on the bed.

Ursula noticed his c.o.c.k was still hard and firm. "You didn't come?"

"We haven't finished." He captured her chin in his hands kissing her deeply. She kissed him back as his other hand ran down her body.

"I don't know how much longer I'll last," she said.

"Don't worry. I'll tuck you in when you collapse."

She smiled at him, pus.h.i.+ng him to the bed in the same action. He lay down as she straddled his waist. Stephen stroked her legs as she kissed him. The power she gained from being on top awakened her desire. She took his c.o.c.k and pressed him to her core. Sinking onto his c.o.c.k, their moans combined as he sat up. He pushed her hair over her shoulder, kissing her collar bone then up to her neck. She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure of his lips.

His hands ran up and down her back. He grabbed her a.s.s lifting her up then down on his shaft. Her mouth opened on a sigh as the angle made him rub deep in her body. Licking her lips, she sank her fingers into his hair, kissing his lips. The intimacy of the position and the moment was not lost on her. They were connected in far more primal ways than just his c.o.c.k inside her p.u.s.s.y.

Stephen groaned as her p.u.s.s.y tightened around him. She was so wet and warm. Her t.i.ts pressed against his chest, her hard nipples grazing his own. She looked so beautiful when she accepted her pleasure. He knew he could have her screaming if she only trusted him a little more.

He wanted to claim her a.s.s for his own.

Stephen knew he would do anything to make her happy. He kissed her lips making love to her. The love he felt for her went into everything he did. Her lips opened on a sigh, and he took full advantage. Holding her close he loved her body with the same time and devotion that he loved the woman. She held him tightly. He wasn't going anywhere. His very reason for existing was in his arms.

She came apart in his arms, and he finally gave in to his o.r.g.a.s.m. He buried his head in the curve of her neck and shoulder as his c.o.c.k pulsed inside her. The image he got of his seed inside her womb prolonged his o.r.g.a.s.m.

Afterwards he carried her into the shower. They washed together. No words were spoken between them. He dried her and carried her back to bed. Stephen wrapped her in his arms while she drifted off to sleep. He stared down at her as she slept. She looked relaxed in sleep. He stroked her hair out along his pillow.

"I love you," he said to her sleeping form. He thought about the feelings consuming him when Lucas and Sean were around her. The need to hurt them had filled all of his senses until there was nothing left. Whatever the threat was at the club he knew he would keep her safe. She sighed in her sleep, her hand reaching out to him. Stephen held her all the time, relis.h.i.+ng the new feelings inside him. The problems at the club concerned him a great deal. The moment the realisation hit him of his feelings towards Ursula it had awakened an understanding and a need to keep Possession running. There were other men out there who felt this need inside him. He knew why Possession was built. The club was a vital part of his heritage.

He had to do everything he could to protect the club. She settled away from him, and Stephen left the bed to go down to his study. He fired up his computer and logged into the important data to access the clubs accounts. There was a file he kept on Lloyd Black in case a need ever arose. The man had turned into something dangerous. With the wealth the Blacks had, he knew they had to be behind the danger the clubs were now threatened with.

There was doc.u.mentation at his club about the complaints received from the man. Stephen reread through the complaints with an open eye. When the case of Rebecca's abuse had first come around he thought all the letters had been about her. On closer inspection it appeared Lloyd had been very good at keeping a lot of secrets.

The women described in the letters were all different, with a mult.i.tude of hair colours and figures. Lloyd had broken one of the fundamental rules of both clubs, the rule about not cheating on their wife. Rebecca wasn't the only woman in the letters. He hadn't answered any of the complaints.

Picking up the phone Stephan rang James. The other man picked up after the second ring.

"h.e.l.lo," James said. Stephen knew he'd woken him up.

"Do you have any files or complaints lodged against Lloyd Black?" he asked.

"Stephen? For f.u.c.k's sake it's three in the morning. Can't this wait until morning?"

"I've just been going through my own stuff, and did you know Lloyd had a lot of women on the side? Also, according to this information I've got, his entire stocks plummeted back in two thousand and eight? But do you know what the more interesting fact is?" Stephen waited for James to respond.

"You're not going to let me sleep, are you?" James began moving around. Stephen heard a feminine sigh over the line followed by doors opening and closing. "All right, I'm all ears."

"Lloyd didn't suffer from the down-turn. His stock went down, but his accounts stayed the same."

Stephen scrolled through all the information he'd acquired on Black but hadn't looked at. He couldn't believe his sloppiness over the last few years. His father would be ashamed of him for his lack of attention.

"The Blacks have had money as long as our families, Stephen. There are tonnes of explanations for this," James said.

Stephen didn't buy it. "Then how come his name is on the lease of the same warehouse where that f.u.c.ker took Violet?"

"What?"

"Lloyd had a history of gambling. The only access he got to the club was due to his first wife, who left him. Rebecca was his second wife and the perfect cover. I have a horrible feeling about Rebecca that we don't even know about." Stephen moved the phone to his other ear while he accessed the information he knew about Rebecca.

"Are you letting your imagination run wild, Knox?"

"You're nervous. You only use my last name when you're nervous." Stephen checked over her information.

"I don't like where you're going with this. I don't want to think of Black as a pimp. He was a total a.s.shole, but getting caught up in this s.h.i.+t? Stephen, if any of this works out to be true do you have any idea of the repercussions for us and our businesses?"

"We need to talk to Rebecca. That's the only way we can find anything else out."

"I hope to G.o.d you're wrong. I can't handle another day of this s.h.i.+t."

The sound of his door opening made him quickly shut down the computer. "I think we need to tell the others and then go and see Black."

"Agreed. I bet Ursula is standing opposite your desk right now."

"Yes."

"I would like to taunt you."

"Bye." Stephen hung up. Ursula wore a robe covering her glorious body. He wondered if he could burn all of her clothes. He liked the thought of seeing her naked every day.

"What are you doing?" she asked. She pushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. He had never noticed how thick and full her hair was.

"Some work needed my attention."

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

He logged out of the computer shutting it down. "Nothing. I've been negligent of my responsibilities. That won't happen anymore." Stephen walked round the desk capturing her in his arms and kissing her deeply. "You've changed me in ways you don't even know."

She smiled. The sleepiness made her so adorable.

"Come back to bed. I want you to hold me." He followed her upstairs more than content with her in his arms.

Chapter Thirteen.

The following morning Ursula made pancakes. It was a Sat.u.r.day, and snow had fallen over night. Stephen was showering while she cooked breakfast in nothing but a robe. She heard him walking down the stairs as she flipped each pancake over.

The coffee had finished percolating, and she poured him a cup before grabbing the syrup from his supply cupboard.

"You're making breakfast?" he asked.

"I always make breakfast." She handed him the coffee while he stared at her. Turning away, she put the cooked pancakes on a plate then poured syrup over all of them.

She did the same for hers. They sat opposite each other eating.

"Okay, what do you want?" he asked after a few moments had pa.s.sed.

"What makes you think I want anything?"

"You're not looking at me directly but keep casting those eyes over me wondering what I'm thinking. What do you want, Ursula?"

Busted.

She put down her fork and thought of the best way to ask him. The longer she put it off the harder it would be. "I told my parents I was seeing someone. They didn't like Paul, and they want to meet you."

"Okay."

"They don't know who you are. I haven't given them a name other than Stephen. They want us to visit in the next few weeks. Maybe even spend Christmas with them." She looked at him under her lashes.

"Okay."

"Okay? What do you mean okay?"

"I'd like to meet your parents, Ursula."

"Are you sure?"

He chuckled, which only made things tighten inside her. His chuckle shouldn't be so sinfully addictive.

"You sound like you don't want me to meet them."

"I do, but they have these tests that they do."

"Are they going to want me run a marathon?"

"No. Wordy tests. They'll ask you all sorts of questions, and that can be embarra.s.sing."

He reached across the table taking her hand. "I'll do anything for you. Are you worried about the age gap?"

"What? No. Age doesn't mean a thing to me."

"I see the age gap being a factor with your parents," he said.

Ursula laughed. "The age gap won't bother them. There are over ten years between my mom and dad. They'll ask you about your attentions towards me and other little questions."

"I look forward to the inquisition." He kept hold of her hand as they finished breakfast. "I've got to work today."

"All right. I'm going to study and bake a cake. I feel in a baking mood."

"That reminds me. I want you to have this." Stephen let her go to go into his pocket to pull out his wallet. He handed her a card.

She took the card seeing it was a credit card. "What is this?" she asked.

"This is yours. I want you to use it."

"Stephen, you can't give me a credit card." She tried to hand it back. He refused to take it.

"I want you to have it. Spend it on what you like. I don't care. Please, just keep it."

"I don't want you for your money."

He laughed. "I know. I feel better knowing you'll have this. Every shop will accept it."

She hesitated but eventually put the card on the table.

"I've got to go. I'll be back soon. Do you want me to bring some food?" he asked.

Ursula shook her head. "You've got plenty of food in the house. I don't want any of it to spoil. I'll see you soon."

She stood and went to see him out. He caught her up against him, kissing her deeply. "I'll see you soon," she said.

"I don't want to leave when you look at me like that."

"I don't want you to go. I'll be here waiting for you to get home." She liked teasing him. Their teasing was one of the aspects about her day she enjoyed. He made her feel wanted.

"I could get used to this," he said.

"Me, too."

Stephen wrapped his arms around her waist. His hand disappeared up the slit in her robe. She pulled away, giggling. "When you get home."

"Promise?"

"Do you even need to ask me that?"

He chuckled and walked towards his car. "Phone me if you need me."