Page 49 of Broken Obsession

Eden blindly reached behind himself for the door handle. The second he found it, he pulled, practically falling backwards and tumbling out of the vehicle.

Ares grinned and slowly followed, not nearly in as much of a rush. He’d give his Starling a moment to collect himself. It was the least he could do, and he could afford to do it.

This was a long game, after all.

Sure enough, Eden was keeping his distance, remaining on the other side of the car, eyes tracking every one of Ares’ movements when he stood and stretched to his full height.

“Canyoucontrol the thoughts inyourhead?” Ares countered, tapping his fingers against the metal roof. “I’m in there, aren’t I?”

“You wanted me to think about you.”

“Wouldn’t have done something as dramatic as break into your place in the middle of the night if I didn’t.” He figured that was pretty self-explanatory, but it was clear Eden hadn’t grown up on guard the same way Ares and his friends had. He was going to have to learn.

Ares didn’t want anyone else on his Starling’s mind but him.

“The masked assailant angle is an interesting kink,” he continued, “but I think my getup was better than the shitty piece of All Hallows’ Eve throwaway your usual hookup wears. Sad that I got blood all over it and had to leave it at the warehouse. Since you’re fond of it, though, I’ll buy another.”

“Who said I was fond of it?”

“You did.” Ares took a step around the front of the car. “I can read between the lines. It was hidden in the way you fucked yourself on that toy and came screaming my name—Well, the name Lucifer, but since that’s me…” He was embellishing a little. Eden had called out for him before orgasming, but the point was there, and his version of events was more effective at driving that point home.

Anger and fear swirled in Eden’s blue eyes, and he shifted back a step when Ares made it to his side of the car. “What the hell are you talking about?” He glanced quickly at his house behind Ares and then back, obviously not trusting him out of his sight for longer than a split second. “Have you been spying on me?”

“You already knew I was.”

“That’s…No.” He shook his head. “What you’re insinuating is—”

Ares moved in a flash, capturing the few steps that separated them, hand coming around Eden’s throat as he turned them and pressed the voice actor against the car in a mirror of the stance they’d taken outside the boathouse. He planted a leg at either side of Eden, effectively trapping him, and tipped his head back so their eyes could meet once more.

“You can still change your mind about the rest of it, but tonight?” Ares grinned. “Tonight you’re mine. We played, and I won.”

Eden wanted Ares to take like a Black Hart?

Okay. He was more than happy to oblige.

Chapter 10:

Eden didn’t know what Ares was thinking. After delivering a threat like that, he’d expected to find himself tossed over the nearest available surface the second the Black Hart got him inside, but instead…

He’d been ordered into the shower to warm up.

To warm up.

As if Eden was a child who’d been caught playing in the snow for too long.

As if sex wouldn’t do the same trick. Hell, he was already hot and bothered, damn it!

…Did Ares even intend to actually fuck him, or was that all a tease? Was he getting Eden flustered and worked up on purpose, with the intention to laugh and tell him he was just kidding?

In the tiny bathroom, Eden paused with his hand on the brass knob. A towel was slung low around his hips, and he’d only partially dried off, fully intending to walk out there basically naked and dripping wet.

Because he wanted to tempt the other man?

A Black Hart?

A guy who was missing more than a few marbles?

If he were smart, he’d lock the door and stay in the bathroom for the rest of the night.