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Dark Obsession	By : jracklesfan77 Category: 1 through F > Dark Angel Views: 4878 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part
5

Ben stepped
into the living area to find Max, Alec and Zack fully absorbed
with the recent newsflash. He stood off to the side, watching as
Max's eyes widened with fright and revulsion. Alec pulled her
close and she slipped her arms around him, burrowing into his
chest. Zack was rigid as always, standing with his back as
straight as an arrow. His jaw was set and his lips were
drawn tightly together as he listened intently to the reporter
on screen.

Ben
pursed his lips and raised an eyebrow. The reporter was rambling
on about the state of the corpse and the location of the body.
Nothing new there and about as interesting to him as rotten
milk. Stealing another glance at his brother, still rocking a
now crying Max in his arms, Ben's resentment resurfaced. I
have to get out of here!

Gathering
his jacket and slipping it on, he paused a moment resting a hand
on Zack's shoulder.

"I
have to get out of here," he said quietly. Zack gave him an
appraising glance and nodded.

"Understood,
bro. I guess it's pointless to ask when you'll be back?" he
replied softly.

Ben
smiled tentatively. "You know me too well."

Zack's
eyes clouded over slightly and Ben just managed to repress his
smirk. You know me too well? Yeah, right. He looked at
Max. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut and she was resting her
cheek on Alec's shoulder. His gaze wandered down her back to
where his brother was gently stroking lazy circles just under
Max's shirt. The resentment flared yet again. Really must go
- now!
| O | O | O |

Ben made his way back to the establishment in which he'd lost Zack the night before. He was a regular patron there despite the apparent seediness of the place. Depraved though it seemed, the girls and private rooms were higher class than one would think. Ben had plenty of experience with places such as this one, as well as the types of people it attracted. Since he wasn't all too successful at finding and keeping a girlfriend, he frequented the strip joints and brothels. It was almost as if women could sense the dark secrets he was hiding and stayed away from him.

Ben
looked around at the girls working the floor. His favorite, a
buxom blonde named Heather, was otherwise occupied. With her looks and moves, it was bound to happen occasionally.
His gaze landed on a beautiful brunette with large brown eyes
that reminded him vaguely of Max. No one could hold a candle to
his Maxie, but the girl in the center of the room would do for
now. He'd never seen her before, but given the state he was in
she looked like the perfect distraction.

Walking
up to the bartender, he discreetly inquired about the new
girl.

"Who's
the dark-haired dancer making love to that pole, Marty?" he
asked, reaching over the bar to take the double shot of whiskey
Marty had poured him. He liked this place; everyone knew what he liked and gave it to him, without him ever having to say a word.

"Jinx?
Peter hired her yesterday. But I thought you were into
blondes?" Marty replied, somewhat surprised.

"Oh,
I am," he conceded. "But sometimes change is a good
thing." Ben bit his lip, tilting his head to one side as he
watched the curvy brunette slide enticingly up and down the pole
in the center of the room. "I think I'd like to talk to
Peter," he said finally, making his choice.

Marty
smiled broadly. "Fine choice, my man! Jinx is a wildcat in
bed, trust me," he said, winking and clapping Ben on the
shoulder. "She's a fireball."

Signaling
to Peter, Marty turned back to the other patrons at the bar,
leaving Ben to iron out the details. After money was exchanged
and they shook hands, Ben waited at the back of the crowded room
for Peter to send him his girl.

He
watched with eyes full of lust as the dark haired beauty swayed
her hips and sashayed across the room, coming to stop in front
of him, a seductive curl to her lips. She placed a hand on his
chest and wrapped the other around his neck, pressing herself up
against him.

"You
must be Jason," she whispered seductively, her breath hot
against his ear.

Jason,
he repeated to himself. My alias. "That's
right," he replied huskily. "And you must be
Jinx." He smiled sexily before wrapping his arms around her
waist, pulling her closer. "What's a beautiful girl like
you doing in a dump like this?" he asked, nuzzling her
neck, trying not to be amused at his use of the classic clich�.

Jinx
laughed. "I'm here for you," she murmured, true to her
trade, before moaning as he nipped at her earlobe.

"Right
answer," he replied gruffly, grabbing her ass and lifting
her. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist. "Why
don't we...?" he suggested and she giggled.

"My
room's the third one on the left," she breathed against his
throat, hot lips attacking heightened skin.

Ben
stumbled down the dark hallway blindly, as his blood heated
beneath her roving hands and lips.

His
hand found the doorknob and twisted it, throwing the door open
with a bang. After maneuvering himself inside, Jinx still
wrapped around him like a second skin, he kicked the door shut
and locked it.

Ben
slammed Jinx against the wall and attacked her lips with
bruising force. She moaned; he wasn't sure if from pleasure or
pain, but he couldn't stop the torrent of emotion that forced
his actions. He wanted to hurt her - the way Max hurt him by not
seeing him, his love for her. Wanted to make her scream...She's
not Max, the little voice in his head tried to make him see
reason. She's not Maxie!

Ben
slowed his assault on the girl, whispering soft words of
apology. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just want you so
bad," he mouthed against her neck. "You make me see
red," he added, reaching around to remove her skimpy top
with expert ease. He then continued to play her skin with nimble
fingers.

Jinx
mewed sexily and nodded, slipping her own hands under his shirt
and raising it as high as she could. He lowered her to the
ground and took over, pulling it over his head and tossing it
aside. She let out a soft moan of appreciation, eyes flitting
over his naked chest, smiling her approval at the hardened
planes and taut muscles.

"See
something you like?" he growled.

She
grinned, licking her lips like the cat that got the cream.
"Hell, yeah," she said wickedly, as she scraped her
nails over his biceps, watching in fascination as the muscles of
his abdomen clenched in reaction. Ben growled again, eyes filled
with lust, body aching and hot for her. He picked her up and
threw her on the bed.
| O | O | O |

All
you gotta do is pretend. Pretend she's the girl of your dreams.
Pretend she's...Maxie, he thought, squeezing his eyes shut
as he entered her. Stilling a moment, he let Jinx adjust to the
size and feel of him. He knew without a word that it was what
she needed; most girls usually did. Finally she looked into his
eyes, her own dark with desire.

Ben
began to move within her. Each stroke bringing them both closer,
his every thrust sending a surge of heat through his veins. Max.
Max. Max, he repeated in his mind. I love you. Thrust.
I need you. Thrust. You're MINE. THRUST. He lowered
his head to her breast and he bit down, drawing a hiss from her
lips. His hands held her shoulders tightly.

Mine,
dammit! Maxie, you should be mine! He slammed his hips
against Jinx's almost painfully. Her cry of pain jolted him from
his trancelike state. He was quickly losing control - something
he couldn't afford to do with an Ordinary. Desperately trying to
regulate his breathing and keep himself from losing it, Ben
opened his eyes and forced himself to see the girl beneath him. A
hooker. She's a fucking prostitute. She's not Max.

Knowing
who she was didn't matter. All that mattered was that he reach
completion. His frantic pounding was borderline painful but the
girl seemed more than happy to take the abuse. His rough handling
seemed to be something she enjoyed.

Ben couldn't have stopped if he'd wanted to - lucky for him Jinx liked a little pain.
He was close now, very close. So close that he felt the
tightening at the base of his spine, the imminent eruption. He
sought release in the depths of her core, surging as deeply
within her as he could.

"Jason!"
she screamed as her climax overtook her. Ben felt her body
shudder, her inner walls tightening around his cock.

"Jesus,
Jinx!" he cried hoarsely. He thrust once more before
exploding, feeling utterly spent as he came; shaking and
shivering before resting his cheek on her breast, waiting for
his body to calm.

Ben
raised himself up on his elbows, one hand reaching out to smooth
away a loose strand of hair from her face. "I didn't hurt
you, did I?" he asked softly, stroking her cheek tenderly.

She
smiled up at him. "Nothing I couldn't handle," she
replied sweetly. "I've never had a guy lose himself like
that before. It was sexy as hell," she added, raking her
nails down his back.

Ben
felt himself harden again. Jinx was clearly surprised at that as
her eyes widened and her mouth formed an 'O'. Ben leaned in and
captured her lips again.

"Well,
baby, I arranged to have you all night. Ready for round two,
sweetheart?" he growled playfully against her mouth. When
she wrapped her legs around him and began sucking his tongue, he
took it as a 'yes' and quickly got back to business.
| O | O | O |

Ben
unlocked the front door and let himself into the dark apartment.
Shrugging off his jacket, he went into the kitchen for a beer.
The fridge was full; Max or Alec had made supper it seemed,
probably Alec. Max's kitchen skills left much to be desired.
Baking was the only thing she seemed to be good at.

He
opened the bottle on the edge of the counter, grabbed a handful
of cookies and made his way to his room. Sitting down on his
bed, Ben stared at the picture hanging on the wall.

Sketchy
had taken it not long after Max and Alec had hooked up. Alec was
standing behind Max, arms wrapped around her waist, her own
hands resting on his. They were smiling, content and happy. A
smiling Zack was to Alec's right, arm draped over his shoulder.
Ben stood to the left, slightly apart, a big, fake smile gracing
his face. Family portrait; what a farce. Max had wanted a
family portrait and they all had copies. The only reason he kept
his was the captivating smile of his beautiful Maxie.

Ben
lifted the bottle to his lips and guzzled. He finished the beer
in three large gulps, wishing he'd taken a bottle of scotch
from the living room cupboard instead. He wanted to numb the
pain he felt, the anger he wished he didn't have. But it was
pointless. The emotions and feelings would only come back again
when he was sober - so why waste good alcohol?

Kicking
off his shoes and socks and removing his shirt and pants, Ben
stretched out on the bed, cookies forgotten on the bedside
table, he closed his eyes and prayed for sleep to overtake him.
His dreams were always better than the waking moments. All he
wanted to do was dream. Because the good dreams were of her.

TBC
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