Novels by Victor Obi

THE BIKER KING CALLSDespite how dangerous the atmosphere of the room felt, dinner was… quiet. Arthur stretched subtly in his seat, looking over at the plates set neatly on the long wooden table stretching through the center of the room. A single overhead light glinted off the rim of his glass as he sipped on his wine. Slowly, he looked around at the plain walls and the men standing at the dark corners of the room. A few had their arms folded, others rested their hands behind their backs. Every time they moved, their leather jackets would lift, revealing guns tucked into waistbands and knives strapped to their thighs. None of them spoke. None moved unless Victor told them to. Arthur’s throat tightened as he picked at the food on his plate, his fork scraping lightly against the ceramic. At this point, he wasn't sure he was eating anymore as his attention just kept on slipping–surprisingly not to the armed men, but to Victor. On the other side of the table, Victor ate his food in s

STRIPPED WITHOUT A TOUCHArthur stepped out of the car after Lila, his shoes crushing the gravel underneath as he took in the compound properly this time. The tattooed men he had noticed earlier were still there, scattered around in loose groups. One stood by a Harley Davidson, the side of his jacket folded back just enough for Arthur to see the handle of a Glock tucked into his waistband. Another sat on a crate by one of the buildings. He held a sheathed knife as he slowly grinned, revealing a silver-plated tooth tucked between tobacco ridden ones. Arthur looked away quickly, only to meet Victor's assessing gaze again. Victor walked down the steps, the tattoos snaking his arms twitching with every flex of his cut biceps. The men didn't look at him, but they shifted slightly as he passed, opening a path for him without him asking. “You’ve grown,” he said to Lila, his voice steady. He stopped in front of her and stretched a hand to her cheek. “This is him?" Lila slapped his hands

BEYOND THE GATES OF HALEThe morning sun peeked through the pink, hazy clouds, its rays washing over the concrete pavement. Cars sped down the street and the rushing wind billowed Lila's skirt where she stood by the curb. “Seven," she muttered under her breath, staring down at her ticking watch. She turned to the car parked in the driveway. "We're getting late, Arthur. Hurry the fuck up.”Arthur waved a hand as he pulled three boxes towards the car. Reaching the Bentley Bentayga, he pulled the trunk open and began hauling the luggages into the space. “Let me drive," he said as he tossed the last bag. He slipped his hands into his pockets and walked toward Lila. "I know it's your car but… we're going to meet your dad and I was thinking maybe you should let me drive. Just for today.”That got a single, absentminded huff from Lila whose eyes remained fixed on her watch. Arthur opened his mouth to try again–then her next words killed his. "I'll let you drive when you start paying its b

A RELATIONSHIP BROKENArthur's breath was uneven under the duvet, the bed creaking softly under him as he thrusted again. He pulled himself up and dug his fingers into the fabric of the sheets as beads of sweat rolled down his skin. Under him, Lila didn't move. She lay flat on her back, one arm stretched under her head as she stared past Arthur to the ceiling above her. Her other hand rested loosely on her stomach, her fingers tapping as she counted silently. Arthur closed his eyes and tried to ignore how zoned out she was as he forced himself to concentrate on the moment, on the feel of her breasts against his hands. He squeezed them softly and pinched her nipples, ramming harder as a low growl slipped past his lips. Still, she just sighed disappointedly. "Are you done?" she asked, finally speaking since they started. "I need to get back by--" “I'm cumming," Arthur grunted, his fingers pinching her nipples. “I'm… ugh!" His eyes snapped open, expecting to meet her hungry gaze o