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  Twisted Obsession

  Keta Kendric

  Jessica Watkins Presents

  Contents

  Snyopsis

  Warning:

  1. Ansel

  Regina

  2. Ansel

  3. Ansel

  4. Ansel

  5. Regina

  6. Ansel

  7. Regina

  8. Regina

  9. Ansel

  10. Regina

  11. Regina

  12. Regina

  13. Regina

  14. Ansel

  15. Regina

  16. Regina

  17. Regina

  18. Regina

  19. Ansel

  Regina

  20. Ansel

  21. Ansel

  22. Regina

  23. Ansel

  24. Ansel

  25. Ansel

  26. Regina

  Ansel

  Ansel

  27. Ansel

  28. Regina

  29. Regina

  30. Regina

  31. Ansel

  32. Regina

  33. Regina

  34. Ansel

  35. Ansel

  36. Ansel

  37. Ansel

  38. Regina

  39. Ansel

  40. Ansel

  41. Ansel

  42. Ansel

  43. Regina

  44. Ansel

  45. Ansel

  46. Ansel

  47. Regina

  48. Ansel

  49. Ansel

  50. Ansel

  51. Regina

  52. Regina

  Epilogue

  ***End of Twisted Obsession***

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  Snyopsis

  Ansel: My cousin, Aaron helped to rescue a damsel in distress from her cartel family, and of all people, he left her under my protection. Regina didn’t know it, but I’d claimed every part of her the day I’d set eyes on her. When a faction showed up and made the fatal mistake of touching her, they had no idea they were unleashing a monster willing to destroy hell and set fire to the high waters to protect her.

  Regina: How could I not fall for a man who was the walking definition of sexy and was willing to risk his life to protect mine? I’d agreed to be his submissive in a lifestyle I didn’t understand and ended up uncovering a few of my own hidden desires. Our relationship defied logic, but I believed that Ansel would bring the fires of hell down on anyone that attempted to touch me.

  Warning:

  This book is an interracial romance that contains strong language and violence, light BDSM, and explicit sexual content. This book is intended for adults. It is a work of fiction, not a documentary. If you are easily offended or squeamish about harsh or demeaning language, murder, and violence, this is not the book for you.

  1

  Ansel

  As I sat staring at my cousin’s lips moving, my gaze lingered on the woman that had captured my attention from the start. A steady flow of air flirted with a loose tendril of her dark hair, making it flap against her cheek.

  Her skin shone with a bronze tint, enticing my gaze to explore more. It was hard to pinpoint her unique tone—dark, creamy caramel or smooth, smoky butterscotch. Her big brown eyes were aimed at Megan, but she sensed my eyes were on her. They always were. When a smile graced her face at something Megan had said, my lips twitched as well.

  “Ansel, are you listening?” Aaron questioned, his face pinched into a tight frown.

  “Yes. I’m to be well-behaved and protect Regina as I would anyone else in our family.”

  Ha! My cousin must have been out of his fucking bullet-ridden mind. He’d been shot in the head and almost died, and he’d gone to war against a cartel over his woman. He’d even gone as far as making Megan his wife. Yet, he had the nerve to brief me on what I should and shouldn’t be doing with Regina. He was the one who’d brought her to my house in the first place.

  Three weeks ago, Aaron helped Regina escape a group known as DG6, her cartel family. The Dominquez family had been a meth-dealing, body dropping terror to the nation for over a decade, and we had taken out the upper echelon of the group in a covert mission we’d labeled Operation Take Six.

  The deadly deed was carried out to keep Megan, who’d become a little sister to me, out of harm’s way. The top members of DG6 also needed to die to prevent them from recapturing Regina, who was one of the original six’s daughters.

  With help from our friends, most who were ex-military like Aaron and me, the mission had been a success. DG6 had been destabilized for the moment.

  Five days had passed since we’d completed our operation. So far, not a word had been mentioned about the members we’d killed. Nothing was being broadcast on the news, nor were there any updates or alerts from our contacts in law enforcement.

  We’d just returned from the Justice of the Peace’s office. Myself and the self-named, Twisted Justice League, which consisted of Megan’s friends Laura and Beverly, and Aaron’s friends D and Dax had stood and witnessed Aaron and Megan’s wedding ceremony. After the wedding, the guests returned to their lives in Texas.

  Aaron and Megan had planned to take a weekend to celebrate their newlywed status, but I’d talked them into taking two weeks for my own selfish reasons. They had been due to leave over half an hour ago, and their lingering had me ready to push them out the door.

  Aaron had pulled me off to the side to have another in a line of talks I wasn’t going to listen to. His mouth continued to move, but I didn’t hear shit my cousin was saying. The image of Regina cuffed to my headboard was looped on a reel in my head.

  “You were just married,” I pointed out, cutting into Aaron’s brief. “Regina doesn’t have a desire to tag along and be the third wheel. Besides, she and I already told you days ago that she’d be staying with me. Now, run along and enjoy your honeymoon.”

  “Staying? I hope you don’t think I’m leaving her here with you permanently,” Aaron spat before Megan and Regina approached, interrupting his speech.

  Regina placed a delicate hand on Aaron’s shoulder. “August, I’ll be fine. Ansel’s right. I don’t wish to tag along with two newlyweds.”

  Regina was a ray of positivity now, but she didn’t know me the way Aaron and Megan knew me. My screws were one turn from falling clean out of my head. Being a newbie to our group, Regina hadn’t discovered that life could get interesting when hanging around with a Knox man.

  A deep crease of concern wrinkled Aaron’s forehead when he turned to face Regina.

  “I promised you, Regina, that I’d keep you safe.”

  “I know, August, and you’ve kept your promise. I’ll be okay with Ansel,” she assured him.

  Regina’s gaze met mine, and I couldn’t keep a sly smile off my face. I hadn’t gotten the full story of why she called Aaron by his first name, August, but I’d eventually get it out of her.

  Regina and Aaron had been captives together in the cellar on her family’s farm, so they’d established a duty of protection for each other that I would probably never understand.

  Her job was to burn my cousin’s body with the rest of her family’s victims. After she’d discovered that the gunshot Aaron had sustained to his head hadn’t killed him, she’d gone against her family’s rules and saved him, using her medical skills.

  “I’ll be back in a few weeks to pick you up,” Aaron assured Regina before glancing back at me. “Take care of her,” he ordered, letting his authoritative gaze settle on mine.

  I knew my cousin well. He’d muted his words, but he was laying down the law with his eyes. He’d caught me eyeballing Regina during the weeks they’d lived under my roof. So, I’d been the good Ansel, putting my best behavior on full disp
lay. It had been hard, but except for the first day, I’d kept my hands to myself and off Regina.

  Now that we were about to be alone for the first time, I wasn’t sure I had the strength to cast aside my need to turn her sexy ass out. I was willing to tell my cousin whatever the hell he needed to hear so he would leave already.

  My hand landed with a hard smack across his broad shoulders, and I shoved him towards my front door, making his boots thump against my shiny floor.

  “You guys go and have yourselves a nice honeymoon. I’ve got this. Regina is safe with me. If her family tries some shit, you know I’m ready.”

  I’d finally managed to get Megan and Aaron to approach my open front door. April in California produced the perfect temperatures, sending a light warm breeze through the open door that caressed my face. My lips smacked against Megan’s cheek before she hugged my neck.

  “Now, you two run along,” I urged, not hiding the fact that I wanted them gone.

  They’d mentioned going biking across the country, but who knew what kind of trouble those two would stir up. Trouble found my cousin no matter where he went. And Megan’s little ass was a magnet for all sorts of deadly encounters. I’d handed them the keys to my spare apartment when they’d expressed an interest in staying in California for a while, so they had no reason to return to my door anytime soon.

  Aaron’s brow pinched into a tight knot as soon as his gaze left Regina and found mine. However, when the object of his affection, Megan, took his hand and tugged him across the threshold of the door, he didn’t protest.

  My back fell against the door after I shoved it closed, almost catching Aaron’s heel as he stepped out.

  “Finally,” I muttered under my breath as my gaze traveled up the expanse of Regina’s succulent jean-clad body, outlining her figure.

  “You’re such a sweet lady, Doc. I almost hate what I plan to do to you.”

  My smile deepened when she dropped onto the couch with an exhausted sigh at my candid words.

  Regina

  Lord, give me strength.

  I’d put on a strong front in front of August and Megan because I wasn’t selfish enough to interrupt newlyweds. However, giving them privacy meant that I would be alone with the man that caused my heart to dance a jig in my chest.

  Ansel should have come with warning labels. ‘Panty-wetting swagger’, ‘body type: devastation’, and ‘eyes containing hypnotic properties’ were just a few. He had the ability to get me all hot and bothered with just a look. And that smile got me every time. He was the only man I knew that could cover a devious smile with charm.

  He wasn’t pale—he was lightly tanned by the loving kiss of the Californian sun. Those gorgeous hazel eyes weren’t just plain green—at a closer view, flecks of brown and yellow shone through, a landscape of colors to get lost in. Everything from his low-cut dark hair to the low scruff on his face drew me in. His tall frame exuded strength and confidence, a feast for the eyes and the perfect subject for the imagination.

  As arresting as he was, the main reason for my being with Ansel surfaced, and I remained grateful that he was willing to protect me. The Knox men and friends had set me free from a family that viewed me as nothing more than a medical vending machine. DG6 only kept me around to use my medical skills when it suited the family.

  Having witnessed the aftermath of the devastating amount of havoc and death the Knox men and friends had the power to cause, I was certainly safe with Ansel. He and his cousin, August were two of the most formidable men I’d met. Aside from my family, they were the most dangerous men I knew. Therefore, I took Ansel’s vow of protection seriously.

  Ansel was smart, but it was a part of himself that he downplayed. Hundreds of books lined his study, and it impressed me that nearly every one of them had been read, highlighted, and written in. I didn’t know if he had a degree, but he’d had a serious amount of self-education.

  What I found most intriguing was the number of psychology books he’d studied. There was more to Ansel Knox than met the eye, and I was curious to know him even as his presence caused my mind to splinter. From one day to the next, I didn’t know whether to hide from the man or run to him.

  He overflowed with confidence and projected an outgoing, upbeat personality without even trying. With no filter and a quick wit, you never knew what would come from his mouth. His beautiful eyes beamed with a mixture of seduction and fun. His body could make the most disciplined woman fan herself as she openly lusted after him.

  I was just ‘boring Regina.’ Although I’d earned the degrees, attended medical school, and worked briefly as a doctor, I wasn’t street smart, and sometimes my common sense was non-existent. Not blessed with a quick wit or a genius mind, I studied my butt off until things clicked.

  When someone as complex as Ansel captured my attention, I took mental notes, knowing I’d be driven to study him until I knew everything. During the weeks I’d stayed in his home, I paid attention. And not the I-know-you-see-me-looking kind of attention either. I lurked, peeked, and observed when he wasn’t aware.

  My eyes had gotten such a workout on him that I noticed the little things. The left eye twitch when he became irritated, the way the tip of his tongue brushed the corner of his bottom lip when he had naughty thoughts about me, the intensity in his gaze when he ran a plan through his head. He did a good job of hiding it, but I’d gawked at him enough to notice he didn’t like being touched unless he initiated it. There was a story there, and I wanted to know it.

  The way he stared at me, with such dominating intensity unnerved me as much as it stirred my desires. Like now, all that stirred between us was pure, unadulterated lust.

  The first day we’d met we’d had a brief discussion about my family and background, and it had somehow led to his strategic placement of my hand on the big hard bulge in his pants. The ringing of his phone had disturbed what he’d started. Since that day, he’d dialed down his seduction to concentrate on the mission.

  He’d alluded to me becoming his submissive, but fear had me unwilling to broach the subject, let alone agree to such a request. There was no getting around my inadequacies; my sexual resume was lacking.

  Admittedly, I was sexually embarrassed. My inabilities would be highlighted with someone like Ansel. After seeing what he called a playroom in the basement of the house, I retreated into my fears and lost all hope. Conversation and a smile were all I had to offer, so I drew away and became content with watching him, picking up bits and pieces as time went on.

  However, my current reality was staring at me like I was a rack of baby-back-ribs with a light dusting of barbeque sauce. With his back against his front door and his arms folded across his chest, the smirk on his face hinted at his intent.

  Ansel in jeans and tees was sexy, him in a suit was sinful, but no amount of material could hide the definition in his strong arms and the tight pull of his back. His muscled thighs would flex under his clothes and steer my curious gaze in the area it had no business going in.

  My hungry eyes ate him up, not obeying my command to look someplace else. I was enamored, and half the time I may as well have been panting.

  Swallowing the lump in my throat, my hand skimmed the warm area of my neck. Why was it so quiet and warm all of a sudden? My rapid heartbeat pulsed through my body, my breaths leapt past my lips, loud and telling. If I were wearing pearls, I’d have clutched them so tightly they’d be spilling to the floor.

  2

  Ansel

  Aaron had threatened to kick my ass if I hurt Regina, acting like I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. I’d back off, but it wasn’t because of empty threats from my cousin. I wasn’t backing off because I didn’t desire Regina. I was backing off because I wanted to fucking inhale the woman.

  Everything about her called to my attention, and I lost control of my dick each time I got within a foot of her. That sexy, lush body of hers had my gaze tracing her lines and curves right now. Her ass wasn’t pancake-flat either. The woman
ly curves she owned were driving me into a lust-fueled fit. Each time my eyes rested on that plump, round ass, an obscene amount of blood would flow to my dick, making it ache.

  Although certain parts of her had been marred by the abuse her family had inflicted upon her, she still had the most succulent skin I’d seen. Her beauty exuded a palpable energy that bounced off her skin, rich and dark like warm caramel.

  There was a radiance about her, like she’d been dipped in the glow of a setting sun. The woman was gorgeous and one of the least vain people I’d ever met. When she caught me with those big brown eyes and their secret seduction, it added to my wanton desire.

  There was a freak inside Regina staring back at me, winking, taunting, and letting me know that I’d have to work to set her free. Her subtle body movements, the way she bathed me in her curious gazes. She was telling me that she needed me to tear that ass up.

  The first day I’d met Regina and discovered that she was a Dominquez, I’d fought the urge to kill her as much as the one to fuck her. Aaron had vouched for her. After he’d informed me that she’d had the heart to toss a man into an incinerator and burn him alive in front of him, I concluded she was more than some damsel in distress.