Page 18 of A Monster's Obsession

“Hey, brat. You goin’ somewhere?” Darby’s Irish accent was thick, but I could still understand him.

“Since when am I a brat? I don’t think we know each other well enough for you to call me that.” I cocked my head to the side to study him closer. His hazel-green eyes were alight with humor, and I smirked at him.

“Since you came bounding in here, giving us nicknames and shit.” Darby smiled, and I shook my head with a chuckle.

“Fair point. Where’s your boss?” I asked, looking between the two mirror images.

“Business.” They said in an eerie unison.

“Uh, alrighty. I need a ride to the gallery, and my car is at my apartment.”

“You’re with Flynn, brat. He’s your personal guard.” Darby stated, and Flynn rose from his chair with a nod. I frowned because I didn’t need a guard. But then the memory hit me like a ton of bricks; I’ma mob wife.

Chapter 10

SAWYER

When I woke up next to Sasha, it was like all of my fantasies come to life. I was wrapped around her petite curvy body. Her ass was pushed into my crotch, making my morning wood that much harder, and the thought of slipping into her waiting slit made me groan. But I couldn’t take her again. The last time we made love Sasha was exhausted. Bless her, and she couldn’t even hold her eyes open as I pushed into her from behind. I thought I would never again get to experience the pleasure of her tight warm wet pussy. The feeling of her was exquisite, and I couldn’t get enough. I didn’t even stop to taste her, and eating her pussy was my favorite thing to do.

When we were apart for those excruciating two years, I thought about her constantly. Her smile that showed off her deep dimples, the way she threw her head back when she laughed, and the way her light brown eyes danced with mischief when she wanted to fuck. While we were together, we lived in a bubble where onlywemattered. Now that she’s back in my life, I couldn’t bring myself to reconcile the fact that I’d ever let her leave.

So, when she started talking that shit about getting a divorce, my crazy jumped out. There was no fucking way I would let the woman of my dreams go for the second time. No. Fucking. Way. I would chop off an arm before I’d let her go. Her little ass wasn’t going any fucking where. That’s why I fucked her into exhaustion. I marked every part of her body. Sasha would never forget the way my dick felt. At one point during the night, I had to apologize to her. I knew she was probably sore, but I couldn’t stop myself. I had to have her. So being the selfish bastard that I am, I took her. All fucking night! I would definitely be doing it again if she pissed me off.

However, right now, I needed to give her mercy and let her sleep. So, I got out of bed before she woke up. One thing that hadn’t changed about my sweet wife is she sleeps like the dead, so it was easy not to wake her from my movements. The hard thing was not waking her up for one more round. But I was able to talk myself into letting her rest because now that I’d tasted her again, there was no turning back. I told her that I wouldn’t fuck her, but I knew that was a lie as soon as it left my lips. I knew I wouldn’t even try to keep that promise if she showed an inkling of wanting me, and she did. So I gave in without a second thought, taking her over and over again until I felt like she understood that she wasn’t leaving. She was never fucking leaving.

I showered, cleaned myself up, and slipped out of the room twenty minutes later. I headed to my study so that I could do some business. I usually didn’t do business on a Sunday, but considering all the shit I needed to get done, and the fact I was trying not to keep fucking my wife for the rest of the day, I had to lock myself away for the morning.

By mid-afternoon, I could no longer fight the urge to see Sasha. When I heard voices coming from the kitchen, I headed in that direction. Marla and Darby were laughing and talking as usual. Since Darby and Flynn were now exclusively with me for the time being, they lived in a smaller house on the back of my property. I told them they didn’t have to provide twenty-four-hour security, but they insisted. They were only supposed to be training my men, and this wasn’t supposed to be a permanent situation for them.

The twins had been in the states for over five years, but I’ve known them since we were kids. From the time I turned ten, I had gone to Ireland and trained with their father. He was the best at what he does, and their family was known for their ruthless killing. The twins were six years younger than me, but they were taught the same things that I was. We were killers. Trained killers. And we were good at it. Darby and Flynn were my brothers, and I wouldn’t trust anyone else with my life.

“Well, he’s alive after all. Would you like a late lunch?” Marla asked in the motherly tone she often used with me. Although she could be very stern, she was one of the most nurturing and loving people I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.

“Sure. A sandwich will be fine.” I answered, pulling up a stool to sit beside Darby at the granite island that was in the center of the elaborate chef’s kitchen.

“Where’s Flynn?” I asked Darby, who hadn’t looked up from his phone. He was forever on that damn phone.

“He took Sasha to the gallery,” Darby said casually, not looking up from his phone.

“What? Why didn’t you tell me?” I can’t believe Sasha just left without coming to see me. I know I was avoiding her, but only so I wouldn’t fuck her again. It didn’t mean I wanted her to leave the house.

“You said not to bother you, so I didn’t. I did send you a text, though.” Darby shrugged. I was two seconds away from punching this redheaded fucker. But Darby was the only person that was as crazy as I am. I knew that Sasha would be fine with Flynn, but I was still annoyed.

“Next time, if it’s about Sasha, then fucking bother me,” I growled even more irritated by his smirking bearded face.

“No problemo,boss.” Darby grinned. I threw a scowl in his direction before turning away. He knew I hated it when he called me boss. But I wouldn’t say anything because the fucker got off on antagonizing me.

“Oh, calm down hot head. Little Miss, Sasha, will be just fine. You know she’s in good hands with Flynn.” Marla tsked as she sat a plate with a large club sandwich in front of me.

“Yeah, extremely good hands.” Darby moved his brows up and down suggestively.

“Don’t make me kill you. Because I will.” I gave Darby a stone faced stare that I often intimidated others with, but he just laughed.Asshole.

After finishing my sandwich, both Marla and Darby left me alone in the kitchen. To keep myself from calling Sasha, I called the one person who I knew would keep my mind off my wife.

“Why are you calling me on a Sunday? It’s my day off, and I want to spend it deep in Raven’s puss…”

“Lennox, I don’t care to hear about your exploits with your wife. You fucking weirdo.” I shook my head. Lennox was almost as bad as me. He said anything that came to his mind. It’s amazing that his bedside manner was so impeccable.