DARK OBSESSION

CHAPTER 4: MORNING CLAIMS

CHAPTER 4: MORNING CLAIMS

Sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows when I woke, warm and golden across the tangled sheets. For a few seconds I didn’t know where I was, the bed was too big, the pillows too soft, and the heavy arm draped over my waist was definitely not mine…I shifted carefully…The arm tightened,Kade.

He was still asleep, face relaxed in a way I’d never seen before. Without the sharp edge he usually wore, he looked younger. Almost soft. His bare chest rose and fell steadily against my back, and one of his thick thighs was thrown over both of mine, pinning me in place like he was afraid I’d disappear.

My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache. Thighs tender, lips swollen, the insides of my wrists faintly marked from where someone had held them. Between my legs I was still sticky and sensitive. Every small movement sent a dull, pleasant throb through me.

I wasn’t alone in bed.

Rafe slept on my other side, one heavy arm stretched above his head, the other resting on my hip. Further down, Jax was curled near my feet, face buried in the sheets. Zane sat in the armchair by the window, already awake, watching us with those quiet, intense eyes. And Damien… Damien stood in the doorway, fully dressed in black trousers and an open shirt, a mug of coffee in his hand.

“Morning, little Lila,” he said, voice low and rough from sleep.

Kade stirred behind me…His arm tightened further, pulling me flush against his body so I could feel the hard line of his c**k pressing against my ass. “She’s awake,” he murmured into my hair.

Rafe’s hand slid higher, cupping my bare breast without opening his eyes. “Mm. Soft.”

I tried to sit up, neither of them let me,

“Where do you think you’re going?” Kade asked, voice still thick with sleep.

“Bathroom,” I whispered. “Please.”

They exchanged a look over my head, then reluctantly loosened their hold. Rafe sat up first, running a hand through his messy hair. “I’ll take her.”

He didn’t give me a choice. He stood, completely naked, and lifted me out of the bed like I weighed nothing. I clutched at his shoulders as he carried me down the hallway into a massive bathroom with black marble and a shower big enough for six people.

He set me on my feet in front of the mirror, I almost didn’t recognize myself…My hair was a wreck…My lips were red and bitten. There were faint fingerprints on my hips and thighs, a small bruise on my collarbone where someone had sucked too hard. I looked thoroughly, completely claimed.

Rafe turned on the shower, tested the temperature, then stepped in and held out a hand. “Come here.”

I stepped under the warm spray with him. He washed me carefully with shampoo in my hair, and soap over every sensitive inch of my body. His hands were gentle, but his eyes were dark the entire time. When his fingers slipped between my legs to clean me, I hissed at the sensitivity.

“Sore?” he asked, I nodded.

“Good.” He kissed my forehead. “Means we did it right.”

He finished washing me, then himself, and wrapped me in a huge soft towel. By the time we returned to the bedroom, the others were up. Kade had pulled on black sweatpants. Jax was still shirtless, scrolling on his phone. Zane had disappeared, and Damien was waiting with a second mug of coffee.

“She needs to eat,” Damien said. “Then we talk.” Rafe carried me again this time to the open kitchen. He set me on the wide marble island like I belonged there. Kade’s oversized black T-shirt was pulled over my head, falling to mid-thigh. Nothing underneath.

Rafe cooked while the others watched me, eggs, toast, and fresh fruit. He plated everything and brought it over, then proceeded to feed me small bites, patient, like I might refuse if he didn’t. Every time I opened my mouth, his eyes dropped to my lips.

When the plate was empty, Damien finally set his coffee down and leaned against the opposite counter.

“Marcus will be back in three days,” he said. “We need a plan.”

Jax smirked from the couch. “The plan is simple. We keep her. We f**k her. We make sure no one else ever touches her again.”

“And when Marcus finds out?” Zane asked quietly from the hallway. He had reappeared, leaning against the wall.

Kade’s jaw tightened. “He’ll have to live with it. She’s not a little girl anymore.”

Damien walked over to me, He tipped my chin up with two fingers so I had no choice but to meet his eyes. You’re moving in…Temporary or permanent that’s up to you. But you’re not going back to that empty apartment alone. Not while we’re still figuring this out.

I swallowed…My voice came out smaller than I wanted. “And if I say no?”

His eyes darkened. “Then we’ll spend the next three days convincing you to say yes.”

Rafe’s hand slid up my bare thigh under the T-shirt, rough palm warm against my skin. “Starting right now.”

They took me right there on the kitchen island.

Kade stepped between my legs and pushed the shirt up to my waist. He didn’t ask…He just looked at me waiting until I nodded. Then he freed his c**k and pushed inside me in one slow, deep thrust. I was still sore, still sensitive, and the stretch made me gasp.

“f**k,” he groaned, forehead dropping against mine. “Still so tight. Still so wet for us.”

Rafe held my thighs open while Kade f****d me, Jax and Zane took turns kissing me, sucking on my n*****s through the thin fabric of the shirt, whispering filthy things against my skin. Damien watched the entire time, arms crossed, eyes never leaving the place where Kade disappeared inside me.

When Kade came, he stayed buried deep, pulsing, then pulled out slowly so the others could see. Rafe took his place immediately, flipping me onto my stomach over the cold marble. He pushed in from behind and set a harder, deeper pace, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to leave new marks.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take every f*****g inch.” I did…I took everything they gave me.

Jax made me suck him while Rafe f****d me, Zane stood behind Jax and watched with that silent intensity that made my stomach flip, when Rafe finished, Damien finally moved. He lifted me off the counter, carried me to the wide couch, and sat with me straddling him. He sank me down onto his c**k slowly, inch by inch, until I was completely full.

“Look at me,” he ordered…I did.

He f****d me with long, controlled strokes, never looking away. The others cleaned up breakfast around us like it was the most normal morning in the world, plates clinking, coffee pouring, quiet conversation while Damien made me come twice more on his c**k before he finally filled me.

When it was over, I was boneless, marked, and leaking their come down my thighs.

Damien kissed my forehead, gentle in a way that almost undid me. “Welcome home, Lila.”

Kade handed me a fresh glass of water, Rafe wiped me clean with a warm cloth, Jax stole a kiss that tasted like coffee and sin, Zane simply rested a hand on the back of my neck, grounding me...I should have been terrified.

Instead, for the first time in a long time, I felt like I belonged somewhere and that scared me more than anything else.