Obsession – Dark Romantic Suspense Novel Read Online Jane Henry

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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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“Yes. Mmm. God, yes, I love it when you torture my nipples.”

I take that as an invitation, and sink my teeth into one hardened, throbbing bud, while I stroke between her legs. I flick my tongue over the very tip, making her moan and gyrate her hips. The fire flickers in the hearth, as I lay her on a soft rug.

“You put… this rug… here just for this, didn’t you?” she pants, bracing herself on her palms before the fire.

“No, I put it here for show.” I bite her other nipple. “Of course I bought it for this. Who else ever comes in here?”

The library is at the end of the hall past my bedroom, and Violet’s really the only one who frequents this area of the house, which is why it’s the perfect spot to keep her occupied while Henri does his work.

God, I hate myself for this. All this time, I told myself I was trying to build trust with her, but am I doing the one thing that might cause her not to trust me?

What will she do if I tell her?

I watch as her lips part, and lose myself to pleasuring her. I’ve never been one who was eager to please, but with Violet… God, with Violet, I’ll give her anything she wants. Anything.

I immerse myself in her, in the way she tastes, her intoxicating smell, the way her body moves when I touch her. I inhale her fragrance and lick her breasts, I smell the salty-musky scent of her seduction wrapped around me like a cloak, and I’m lost.

I tear the rest of her clothing off and ignore the vicious rip sound when I tear her panties. Her clothes are in the way, and I want them off now.

“Me, too, Cain, let me,” she whispers, her fingers clasping my belt buckle and quaking. I nod, while I yank the hem of my tee and tug it over my head. Violet’s eyes go half-lidded, and she runs her tongue along her lips.

I shove every other thought out of my mind. I won’t dwell on fear. I’ve got Violet, and that’s all that matters to me right now.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Violet

I wake in the middle of the night with something so clear to me, I can’t stay in slumber. I sit up in bed and blink my eyes.

My mother was the assassin.

It wasn’t my father.

I close my eyes, but I’m wide awake, going over every detail.

I thought everything added up to their being assassins. Weapons had lain hidden in armored boxes under their bed. I was forbidden to touch them, but knew that’s what they held when years later one of my foster parents had a hushed conversation about the “evil weapons” my parents held. I overheard enough hushed conversations to know that someone—I assumed my father—was responsible for the death of so many.

But now…

I need to read the cryptic notes in her diary again. When Cain rescued me from my apartment months ago, I made sure he wasn’t looking, then snuck into my closet and brought her diary with me. I’d read it over and over again, and there were entries that never made sense to me.

I wonder if they will now.

Before I get the diary, however, my mind is playing tricks on me. A sinking feeling takes root in my belly.

If my mother was an assassin… what does that make me?

I quietly pull back the covers and walk over to my phone. It’s sitting on the charger; I stare at it before touching it.

Somehow… I already know what I’ll find when I look into the details of my mother. For reasons I don’t quite understand, I often work things out in my sleep. I’m not sure why. Some might say it’s a hidden talent of mine. When I was in school, I’d sometimes go to bed with a math problem on my mind and wake up with the detailed answer.

So when I’d gone to sleep, I’d known full well that the answer to this riddle would be my mother’s true identity. I sort of expected something would reveal itself.

I just didn’t know it would happen like this.

I pick my phone up from the charger, then clench my fist when I realize I never plugged it in last night. Ugh, it’s almost dead. I gently put it back on the base and plug it in for real this time, then reach for Cain’s phone instead.

He never cares if I use his phone. He’s given me his bank credentials and passwords, and even got me a charge card on one of his accounts to use. He insisted I use it, so I finally did. He laughed when I told him I bought something for Romulus and Remus so it was easier to justify the expense.

So I don’t think twice about taking it. I take his off the charger—totally charged of course—and silently fire it up. I don’t want to wake him.


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