His Obsession by Sam Crescent Page B

its perch. She stood waiting for him. Stephen pushed her
curls out of the way to fit the pendant necklace round her. This necklace had
belonged to his mother. His father had told him that the oldest son in the
family had to give the necklace to the woman they loved, the woman whom they
felt so possessive towards. He knew his feelings for Ursula were verging on
obsession. He spent every waking moment thinking about
her. Her thoughts and emotions were always on his mind.
    “This is such a beautiful necklace,” she said.
    Laying a kiss to the back of her neck, he let her curls slide down in
place. “It was a family heirloom.”
    “It’s an heirloom. Stephen, you never told me this was that valuable.”
She tried to take the necklace off, but he stopped her.
    “Stop it.” He ordered her. She stopped immediately. He knew there was a
tone of voice he used which got her to do what he wanted straight away. “This
is an heirloom passed down to the first-born son, who then
give it to a woman ... a woman of importance to him.”
    “You should save it for the woman you’re going to marry,” she said.
    I’m staring at the woman I’m going
to marry. You own me, Ursula. Heart, mind, body, and soul. I am yours.
    He thought the words that he was unable to say out loud. “I gave the
necklace to you, Ursula. I want you to wear it. No one else.” He spun her to face him. “I don’t want you taking those off. Do you
understand?”
    “I don’t know. These are expensive.”
    “No. I want you to keep the ring and the necklace on.” Stephen stared at
her, feeling desperate to have her submit to him at this point.
    She wrapped her arms around his neck, her full body pressing against
his. His cock thickened as it always did at her close proximity. “I promise.
You’re a strange man. Do you know that?”
    “I never said I was normal.”
    “No, you’re not. You have a grumpy attitude, and you always make me
forget the difference between us.”
    “What differences?” he asked.
    She licked her lips, her tongue peeking out. He got the vision of her on
her knees before him as he slid his cock into her mouth. A moan escaped him.
“Now who’s not playing fair?”
    “What?” she asked, looking all innocent.
    “I will tie you to my bed if you don’t stop licking your lips.” He moved
her back toward the end of the poster, pinning her against the framework.
    “Tie me to the bed? That sounds awfully kinky for a guy who has a silver
spoon up his ass,” she said, teasing him.
    “So, you think men who have money can’t be kinky?” He smiled thinking
about all the wealthy powerful men at his club. Not all of the men had been
born into wealth, but a great deal of them had.
    “I know what I see in the movies and read. Wealthy men like to be
dominated.”
    He flung his head back and laughed. An image of Cadeon ,
James, Lucas, and the others tied up in leather ready to be flogged entered his
mind.
    “You have a lot to learn,” he said.
    “Are you going to teach me?” She pressed her body against him, her
pelvis pressing against his cock. He slapped her ass causing her to yelp.
    “I’m more than willing to teach you.” He soothed the area he slapped.
She went to say something more, but the doorbell rang. They both groaned. “We
could still ignore it.”
    “No. I probably have a reputation for being a gold-digger. I don’t want
to give them any more cause to doubt me.”
    “They wouldn’t dare say anything bad about you,” Stephen said.
    “Why not?”
    “I’m a powerful man, and I can crush them like they’re bugs.”
    She chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
    “I’ll go and answer the door.”
    “Don’t be grumpy.”
    “Why spoil my reputation?” He left the room as she threw a pillow in his
direction. The fire inside him had eased the moment he put the ring and
necklace on her. He passed a picture of his mother in the hall way on the way
towards the front door. She wore the necklace in the portrait. His