All Chapters of Filthy Obsessions: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Nia didn’t just end up on this cruise.She hunted her way onto it.Mario De Lapro—tech mogul, billionaire bastard, and the reason three of her closest brothers-in-arms were zipped into black bags. He sold encrypted military intel to the highest bidder, and Nia’s final mission turned into a bloodbath because of him.She lost her team. Her rank. Her fucking life.And now, she was here—disguised as the ship’s pilot—on a mission of her own: infiltration, extraction, revenge.She was headed to his private quarters to retrieve the encrypted drive tonight—planned it down to the second—but what she found instead?Was his girl.Half-naked. Heartbroken. Standing in lace.And holy hell, she was everything.Perfect tits. Curves sculpted perfectly. Lips trembling from betrayal. And those eyes—wet, broken, angry.Delicious. Dangerous. Begging to be devoured.So Nia made a new call. A risk.Use the girl. Fuck her, Crazy. And ruin the bastard from the inside out.They made it to her private quart

The morning sun hit Kamara’s face, but it wasn’t the light that woke her.It was the slow, steady vibration inside her pussy. Nia had left the toy on low… teasing… pulsing between her folds.She gasped softly, her thighs clenching.She gasped. Her body clenched instinctively, grinding against nothing. The sensation was maddening—soft enough to tease, strong enough to keep her wet.Beside her, Mario didn’t stir.Phone to his ear, he was already whispering to someone, young, feminine, giggling through the speaker.She recognized the voice. An influencer from the night before. He was lining up his next target. Not even a glance at his wife.He hadn’t asked where she’d been. Hadn’t noticed the wildness in her eyes. The cum between her thighs. The bruises on her hips where Nia had held her down and owned her.Kamara watched him for a long moment.And for the first time… she didn’t feel hurt.She felt free.She pressed her thighs together. The vibrator buzzed harder. Her lips parted

She wasn’t supposed to want him. Not the man who used to sit on the porch with her father, beer in hand, calling her “kiddo.”But everything changed the summer she turned eighteen. That night, she walked into the kitchen wearing a white tank top and no bra. She hadn’t meant anything by it—at first. But when Mr. Black turned from the stove, and his eyes dropped to her chest… something electric passed between them.He looked away quickly. Cleared his throat. Called her by name, not “kiddo.” From that day on, she started noticing everything. The way he stood behind her just a little too long. The way he looked like he hated himself when their eyes met. The way her thighs pressed together after he left the room.It had been two years. And now they were alone. Her dad had left that morning, tossing his work bag in the truck and calling over his shoulder.“Mr Black is staying tonight. Just in case the power goes. You know how this place gets when it storms.”He had no idea he was handing h

She stood in the kitchen, faking a smile as her dad poured coffee. “I’m going out with Casey and the girls tonight. We’re hitting the club. I’ll crash at her place, so don’t wait up.”He looked at her, tired eyes softening. “Your mom left when you were little. You know I worry.”“I know, Dad,” she said, her voice steady. “I’m okay. Just a normal night out.”He sighed, nodding. “Alright. Have fun. Be safe.”She grabbed her coat and keys, heart pounding as she walked out the door.The cool night air hit her as she slid into her car. Her phone buzzed—no message, just the headlights flickering on and off twice. Their signal.She glanced up to see Miles peeking from behind his window, shy but hopeful.She smiled, stepping out and locking the door.“Come on,” she whispered.He shuffled out, cheeks red, eyes avoiding hers.She slipped into her car, heart pounding. The night was alive with neon and shadows. Pulling out of the driveway, she flicked her hazards twice—*the* signal.Across the st

A sharp knock jolted them. Mr. Black’s eyes locked with hers—cold, focused. Miles froze.Another knock, louder. “Yo, man, you home?”Her father’s voice.Mr. Black moved fast, pulling on his jeans without even buttoning them. He stepped into the hallway, cracked the door just enough.“Yeah, I’m here,” he said casually. “Working on the engine. Got oil all over my hands.”There was a pause.“You okay?” her father asked. “Heard some noise.”Mr. Black smirked faintly. “Just dropped a tool. Nothing big.”Another pause. Then her father said, “Alright. Just checkin’ in.”Footsteps faded.He shut the door with a soft click.She was still on the bed, naked, flushed, soaking wet. The adrenaline made her pulse hard in her throat.“That got you worked up, didn’t it?” he murmured, walking back toward her slowly.She didn’t speak. Her body answered for her—legs slightly spread, breath shaky, pussy creamy and throbbing.“I knew it,” he said, voice low and dark. “Little slut likes getting almost caugh