His Obsession (The Billionaire's Muse, #4) (A BDSM Erotic Romance): The Billionaire's Muse, #4
By Ava Lore
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Shocked by Malcolm's revelation, Sadie is determined to convince him not to go through with his plan and to strike back against the friend who wronged him. Malcolm is just as determined to complete his masterpiece before he bows off the world stage forever. Fleeing the long arm of the law, they turn to the sea. Alone together on Malcolm's boat, a curious duel begins as Malcolm searches for a meaning in his life and Sadie strives to show him one before time runs out--one way or another.
His Obsession is a 21,000 word novelette and is book four of five in The Billionaire's Muse series.
EXCERPT:
I followed him to the bedroom, past a spiral staircase and down a tiny hallway. When he opened the door I had to bite my lip to keep from gasping in astonishment. He led me inside, then dropped my hand and stood back, allowing me to take it in.
I stared at the room. Sumptuous. Decadent. Delicious. Rows of windows displaying the darkness outside. A desk on one side of the room, a couch on the other. A flat-screen TV at one end.
And a four-poster bed at the other.
"I'm afraid I wasn't entirely truthful when I said I didn't make any changes to the interior of the boat," Malcolm admitted from behind me. "The bed is my own personal touch."
Really? A four-poster bed? On a yacht?
Then it hit me. Of course he'd have a four-poster bed on his yacht, I realized. The better to tie you up, my dear.
His hand alighted on my back. Hot and insistent, he guided me to the bed.
"Stand here," he commanded. "I'm going to bind you."
I stiffened, and he felt it. Gently, he turned me around and put his hands on my
shoulders, meeting my eyes with his. He searched my face for a moment, looking for something, and I couldn't have said if he found it or not.
"I've poured myself out to you, Sadie," he said finally. "Trust me. Give me this one last fling."
Anger boiled up in me. One last fling? He was so selfish. But if he persisted in thinking that he was going to kick the bucket, then fine. I'd give him his fling. I'd fling him so hard he'd have to stay. Or... come back. Like a boomerang.
Not the best metaphor, but it would have to do.
"All right," I said, and the smile that broke over his features was beatific.
He took his own sweet time setting things up. The ropes he used were stored in one of the dresser drawers, and I watched as he drew them out, long and sinuous. Black. Velvet. At least they weren't red.
"Take off your clothes."
Wordlessly, I did as he commanded. First my coat pooled to the floor. Then my top and my bra. My shoes next, and finally my skirt. I still wore no panties.
"Lie down. Spread your legs and arms," he instructed. His eyes on me were hot, not detached like they'd been when he'd been taking out the length of red ribbon in his own bedroom, and I felt an answering rush of heat as I obeyed.
The comforter was down, cool and soft, and I found myself hoping, vaguely, that I didn't ruin it by being messy. Stretching my arms above my head and spreading my legs out, I stared at the ceiling and waited for him to begin...
Ava Lore
Ava Lore was raised by okapis and lives to corrupt the innocent. When she's not writing erotic romance, she spends her time thinking about writing erotic romance and drinking enough iced coffee to kill a musk ox. You can email Ava Lore at authoravalore@gmail.com, follow her on twitter (@authoravalore) or visit her at authoravalore.com. She yearns for your approval and always loves to hear from fans. Want more BBW? More Billionaires? More aliens? More menage? Something entirely different? Let her know!
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His Obsession (The Billionaire's Muse, #4) (A BDSM Erotic Romance) - Ava Lore
Chapter Ten
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I dropped my spoon. Bisque splattered everywhere, but I was far too shocked to care or even acknowledge it.
Excuse me,
I said. Could you please repeat that? I don't think I got it.
I planned to kill myself,
he said. He even helpfully enunciated the words, as though I were hard of hearing. I was anything but. His words boomed through me and echoed around inside my head.
Kill myself, kill myself, kill myself...
Oh dear,
Malcolm said, looking at my outfit as though he were some shocked society maven. You've spilled a bit of soup on your clothing.
What the fuck?
I said. "What the fuck?"
He blinked and took a demure sip of soup. What do you mean?
he asked.
My fingers itched with the sudden urge to reach across the table and strangle him. You fucking idiot,
I said. Why would you want to kill yourself just because of some douchebag who betrayed you? Especially if you have the means to bury him?
His eyes darkened. I don't think I could do that,
he said. It seems wrong. Dominic!
He turned in his seat and called for our server, who bolted immediately from the kitchen and over to our table. Malcolm spoke to him in French and Dominic's eyes darted over to me, taking in my soup-stained clothes. He clucked his tongue and hurried over to the bar where he retrieved a damp napkin before bustling back over to me where he began to solicitously dab at my clothes. Malcolm's eyes sparkled as he watched.
I was not amused. Hey!
I said. I'll do that!
I snatched the napkin from Dominic's hand and he made a huffy sound at me before saying something to Malcolm, who laughed, before disappearing again. What the hell, man?
I demanded, gingerly cleaning bisque off myself. I only let one guy invade Sadie's bubble right now. No fucking touchy.
I'm sorry,
Malcolm said. I wanted to see what you would do.
Why?
I snapped. So you could change the subject from your stupid plan?
Well, it was more that I wanted to see what Dominic had to say about you. He's seen many women come through here. He thinks you're a keeper, by the way.
He waved his hand. And anyway, I don't think my plan is stupid. It was just a logical conclusion for me.
The complete nonchalance with which he was treating this made me feel cold inside. Yeah.
I glared at him. "That makes it worse." I'd dealt with people who threatened suicide before. Malcolm wasn't anything like those people, which scared me, because the people who threaten to commit suicide and the people who actually do it are usually two very different types of people. He might actually mean it. In fact, I didn't have any reason to believe that he didn't mean it at all because he had been, so far, completely and candidly honest with me. If I asked the right questions, of course.
I had a horrible feeling that if Malcolm Ward had decided to kill himself, then he would do it without any sort of pomp and circumstance. No dramatic death threats, no leaping from a bridge into rush hour traffic, no televised gun to the head. He'd just... do it.
Drama bomb, I thought. Except it wasn't. He sat across from me, swirling a mouthful of wine and watching me carefully, as though he hadn't expected I would react with horror at the idea of his self-inflicted death.
What the hell is wrong with you?
I said. Why didn't you tell me this before?
He shrugged. It's not really the sort of thing you confess on a first date, is it? Happy to meet you, by the way, the moment before our eyes met across a crowded room I had resolved to kill myself that night.
I worked my mouth soundlessly. "That night? As in, last Friday?"
Oh yes,
he said. It would have landed me in the papers on Sunday and everyone would talk about it Monday. There'd be a great hullabaloo and everyone would be quite happy to talk about it. I figured it was the least I could do for all the people I screwed over to make myself so rich.
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Setting my elbows on the table in front of me, I buried my hands in my hair, staring sightlessly at my barely touched meal. I just couldn't wrap my head around this, that anyone could be so meticulous in the planning of their death. I mean... killing himself courteously on a Friday so everyone could be talking about it on Monday? As if he wanted his suicide to have the greatest positive impact on the world? It was weird. Awful. It made me sick to think about. In fact, the shellfish in my wine-basted stomach was starting to turn on me with this news. Well, as long as we were being honest, I might as well put it out there.
I think I'm going to be sick,
I said.
If you are,
Malcolm replied, please be sick into your soup bowl. These floors are very old and it would be a shame to have to replace them.
I almost told him thank you for the sympathy, but that seemed silly to say to a man who had just confessed he wanted to kill himself because his oldest, closest friend had betrayed him. Everything seemed silly, except now every encounter with him took on a different significance in my head. The auction, the art, the freaking movers... had he made arrangements to have his house packed up to make sure no one would be inconvenienced by his death? Just... got the ball rolling on the particulars afterward? What was going on here?
So...
I shook my head. You were going to kill yourself before you met me, and I've convinced you to live?
You have... stayed my execution,
Malcolm said after a moment, which sounded downright ominous. I didn't like it one bit. That was definitely not a life affirmation.
How long?
I said.
He scooped the last bit of bisque from his bowl and ladled it into his