Fatal Obsession (Black Widow Book 2) (12 page)

“I am.” And she could hear just how much in his voice.

“After his first month he skipped a grade but when they wanted him to skip again, he wouldn’t do it. He said he wanted to stay with his class even though it meant doing extra work. He didn’t want to make new friends all over again.”

He nodded his understanding, “I felt the same way. It’s not easy being that smart around average kids. They get resentful and mean and it gets lonely. But I had my two cousins so it was easier on me. And doing some of their homework made it easier,” he finished, laughing.

Tasha also laughed at that, “You guys still close?”

“Yeah. We’re going through a rough patch right now, but we’ll get through it.”

“I hope so. I want DJ to know your side of the family too. More people to look after him if something happens to me again.”

He took her free hand in his and lifted it to his lips for a chaste kiss, “Don’t say that. I just found you and I don’t plan on losing you again. So, how did you get them to let you go out alone?” He said, changing the subject, but he didn’t change the look of dread on his face fast enough. Loss was a fact and she had this feeling that something bad was about to happen.

“I told them I would leave, move to a trailer park with DJ if it meant getting my independence. The guys were annoyed, but Elaine laughed. She said it was nice to have me back—whatever that meant. But I realized later I’m very independent and I don’t take orders well. She taught me how to drive, but I was only allowed to drive DJ to school and back. We never went anywhere as a family, but DJ and I made the most of it. Life was pretty normal until you.”

“I’m sorry I disrupted your lives.”

She snorted. He didn’t look the least bit sorry. “You disrupted it in a good way. Yes, our social life hasn’t changed but I never once felt caged in. I love it here and hope we never leave. And besides, you popped back into our lives at a good time. Tension between Tom and DJ had got to the point where Tom would threaten DJ to get him to do what he wanted.”

“With what?” he demanded, his voice as hard as the look on his face. Scary.

“I don’t know. It was implied when I was around and it would leave DJ shaken.”

Damien mumbled something and drank deeply from his bottle. “I’m looking forward to meeting Tom Turner.”

She cupped his jaw in her hand, forcefully turning his head to face her. Then she rubbed it to ease the clenched muscles, “No, you’re not. We have a good life now. Don’t ruin it with jail. Remember you are the only one who can support us. I’m just a housewife with amnesia.”

They stared at each other silently for a long time before he took her hand from his jaw and lowered it to her thigh, still clasped in his. “Do you mind if I ask what caused your amnesia?”

“No, it’s okay. I wrapped my car around a tree. I was in a coma for months and when I woke up, I had a family that I didn’t remember. It was scary, but again, I felt so guilty.” She rolled her lips into her mouth, fighting the urge to cry.

Damien squeezed her leg, “DJ understands why you couldn’t remember him. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

She shook her head, “Doesn’t make me feel better. A mother should never forget her child.”

“Tell me the rest,” he urged.

“I had to learn everything from scratch—walking, reading, writing—every mundane thing. But at least I could talk. The doctor’s said I was lucky to retain that considering how bad my head was injured.”

Damien sunk his hand into her hair and his fingers massaged her scalp. He didn’t have to say what he was doing, it was clear. He was searching for scars.

“The lines are very defined, I didn’t grow any hair over them.” His fingers found the large scar at the base of her head and he followed it to her temple.

“It’s practically a straight line. You got this from the accident?” he sounded skeptical.

Tasha shrugged, “It’s what I was told. I have no reason to believe otherwise.”

He stared at her, his brows furrowing deeper, “No you don’t. But have they ever given you proof that you are Tasha Turner?”

She shrugged, “Nope, I never thought to ask. But I do know my maiden name is Smith.”

A skeptical brow went up, “Because Elaine’s last name is Smith?”

She frowned, “You’re making me feel like an idiot. They must have been telling the truth since we’re here together.”

“They never told you about me. In fact, they told you Tom was DJ’s father.”

She rubbed her temple, the familiar ache ebbed slowly, “Look, a few weeks ago I would have been as doubtful as you, going through everything they’ve ever told me with a fine tooth comb but… Damien, the last time I tried to remember, when I tried to remember you, it took several hours after I woke up of DJ reminding me he’s my son. I’m not putting our son through that again.”

Damien nodded and he wrapped his arms around her and she pressed her face against his neck. “I’m sorry; I go overboard when I encounter a puzzle. But things are going to be different from now on. You’re my family and I intend for us to live that way. I didn’t search for you for years just to give you up the moment I found you.”

Tasha sat up and looked at him. She smiled when she recognized the determined look on his face. There was no point trying to convince DJ otherwise when he got that look on his face either.

She caressed his cheek, “Whatever you want, we’ll do.”

“It’s a good thing you said that because there is one thing I’ve been dying to do with you.”

The huskiness of his voice made her insides clench. If she was reading him right, she wasn’t the only one having X-rated fantasies.

“Do you understand what I’m saying?”

She nodded, rolling her lips into her mouth.

“Good. I’m going to need those,” he tugged on her chin and her lower lip popped out.

“Damien… I haven’t—I don’t remember how to—” Oh for hell’s sake! What was she? Thirteen again!

His hand slipped behind her neck and he caressed the sensitive skin there, “Don’t worry about it. I’ll teach you. First a kiss—”

“I don’t remember how to do that either,” she blurted out. It was better he knew now so that he won’t be totally disappointed then they finally did
it
all.

He pulled her closer until their faces were an inch apart. He drew closer, brushing his lips lightly against hers, sending shockwaves of desire to her core. “Again, don’t worry about it.”

His hot breath against her lips made her sigh. She was in for one hell of a treat.

****

Damien sat in the wicker chair by the window and watched as his object of obsession slept on the massive bed, the silver-blue light of the moon fell perfectly on her exposed skin. She looked like a beauty out of a fairytale—a grown horny man’s version of a fairytale. She was on her belly facing him, some of her hair fell over her face and her beautiful smooth sculptured hand rested on the pillow beside her. The covers rode low around her hips, exposing her back that called for his touch. She’d kicked some of it off in an attempt to cool off after their recent session of love making, exposing one long, tempting leg. She looked so beautiful, gentle, innocent and defenseless. His mind was having trouble marrying Ellsa Jabari and Tasha Turner. They might share the same body, but they were not the same woman. But she was still his Victoria Secret in bed. She was the same uninhibited and passionate lover that had starred in many of his fantasies after their weekend in that hotel room in Miami.

He needed to figure out why she had a sudden lapse of insanity, as Ellie called it and turned homicidal. What happened to her between the time she escaped from the loony bin and the day she woke up from her coma caused by a supposed car accident. A whole two months unaccounted for, but he was sure there were two people who could answer that for him because they most definitely helped her escape. There was no way she could have just slipped out without anyone noticing. There were no break-ins or out, so that meant she walked right out the front door. Being a genius afforded him with some skills to hack into the FBI database undetected with his laptop and snoop around. During that snoop, he also got the name of her supposed last victim—Tom Turner.

At least the puzzle of how she got out was partially solved but how did he end up her husband? How is it he had control over her memory and how often did he wipe her mind clean of all her memories? Why did he keep doing it and did her two protectors allow that psycho to play with her mind? With his gaze fixated on her, he wondered how long till they saw the side effects of that mad man’s work? He felt a chill rush through him and it had nothing to do with the fact he was sitting butt naked under an open window. How many will she kill this time before someone stopped her, permanently?

He watched her stretch as she came awake, turning her head. She felt his side of the bed with her hand and came up empty. Her head rose and she looked around before she turned back to his direction. A shy smile came over her puffy lips.

“Damien, what are you doing sitting there naked?”

“Just watching one of the most beautiful visions in the world,” he answered honestly.

“Say that with a smile and I might just believe you,” she sat up, pulling a sheet with her and denying him a view of her perfect firm breasts. He’d watched them bounce as he rode her hard, taking them to oblivion. “Damien, what’s wrong, why are you so serious?”

His eyes moved up from the outline of her breasts hidden by the sheet to her face. She looked worried. He didn’t want that.

“Nothing is wrong. Are you okay? I didn’t exactly take it easy on you.”

Her face beamed with her large smile. Shyly, she ducked her head, tucking her hair behind her ear, “I’m not complaining.”

“You will be in the morning.”

She rolled her lower lip into her mouth, “Is that why you’re so serious? I promise it was the best experience I’ve ever had.”

The sincerity in her voice and eyes made him believe that. He would have gloated if not for— “Honey, it’s the only experience you remember.”

“That doesn’t make it any less special.” She fidgeted where she sat.

“What is it?”

“Promise you won’t laugh?”

His brow shot up at that. “I promise.”

With a sigh that sounded like that of despair she said, “To me... it felt like losing my virginity all over again, if I remembered it—maybe it’s better that I don’t just in case it was horrible. I know it’s ridiculous—DJ is a walking testimony that I’ve done this before—”

“
We’ve
done this before,” he cut in, “he’s proof of that, but I get your point. But VS, you and Tom—”

“Have never done anything more than hold hands. Except for when he tried to—but that doesn’t matter. I’ve never wanted to be with him like I was with you and I think there’s a good reason for that. I may not remember what it is, but I know it was what kept me away from him. Over the past few days we’ve been here, I’ve been thinking that reason might be you, because, I obviously had no problem doing the naked dance with you.”

That got a smile out of him. “That’s good to know considering how long I’ve been waiting to do the
naked dance
with you.”

She chuckled, “With a smart kid like DJ I’ve learned to be creative with a few words I don’t want him learning just yet.” He loved the sound of her laugh. It did weird things to his body. She pushed her hair back away from her face, “So what now? Is this going to be awkward?”

Mirroring her, he pushed his own hair back and looked down at his growing erection before he looked back at her, “What do you think?” The way she watched his rod made him swell and elongate until its purple head tapped above his navel. “Come here.” He issued the grunted order.

She dropped the sheet and rose fluidly from the bed, walking to him with a seductive sway of her hips. He watched her approach him with an unquenched hunger. He drew his thighs together to make space for her knees on the wicker chair and helped her straddle them, facing him. In that position, it kept the moonlight on her body making her look more like a night siren. Silently she moved over him and sank onto him with a sigh. Damien watched her eyes flutter with that little pleasure, her teeth clamping down on her lower lip. His hands moved lightly over her skin that was touched by the silver-blue light of the moon. Her hands, over his, moved with him has she began a slow dance above him. He watched her face, watched her body sway like a belly dancer with each roll of her hips in rhyme to the musical noises from her lips. Her hands buried in her own hair and he took note of more than her lively mounds but also of things that he’d only been able to glimpse at before. The light from the moon showed the scars clearly though someone had taken extensive measures to hide them. He had to look real hard to see those from six years ago. The barely visible patterns could only be those created by blades and bullets and not the car crash she was supposedly...

“Fuck!” he sighed, his head falling back against the chair. Liquid fire rushed through his veins, with the quickening tempo of her dance, emptying his mind completely of all thoughts but her and what she was doing to him. He could think later. He held onto her hips, her hands coming down to hold onto his shouldersand danced with her, his eyes locked on the diamond glitter of her bouncing body as the silver-blue light hit her perspiring skin.

She was beautiful and
she’s all mine.

Chapter Seven

“Breakfast!” Tasha yelled, serving up plates of eggs, bacon and flapjacks onto the kitchen island. They didn’t have a table but the island served its purpose and even when she or Damien was cleaning up, the other and DJ would remain seated and they would talk about everything and nothing until bedtime. Weird yes, but it made her feel like her family was realer than fantasy, because truthfully, the past month had felt like a fantasy to her. She kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and ruin their easy breezy life. Would it be Tom or Mike and Elaine, or someone from Damien’s side?

She jumped at the touch on her neck and her shoulders were quickly grabbed, holding her still.