Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Dark Obsession ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

whoo hoo chapter 3 is up and out. thanks for all the reviews i got guys, i love them! i got an email or two which just makes my day. anyway no "compromising" situations in this chapter but it did take me a long time to figure out exactly where i wanted this fic to go. tell me what you think. enjoy and as always thanks so nic for editing. :)

Dark Obsession
Chapter 3
Violet Goddess

He stared at her for a moment, those cerulean eyes piercing into her
unmercifully. Usagi had expected surprise, anger, or perhaps violence
but she certinally didn't expect the emotionless mask his face had suddenly become
as he just stood there silently, looking at her with an intensity to melt her
bones. Slowly he reached up to her hand, his movement languid as if he
had all the time in the world in her cozy office. He lay her delicate
fingers onto his palm. His thumb began to slide over the jeweled ring in
a slow, almost rhythmic motion all the while never taking his eyes off
hers.

"Oh this?" His smile was sharp and instant when he saw the confusion
flash in her exquisite eyes. "This means nothing." And with that he
tossed her hand aside. "It's just a piece of tawdry jewelry given to you by
your little puppy."

"It's not just some piece of 'tawdry' jewelry you damn bastard! It's
there so I know how much he loves me and I him."

"That's a lie and we both know it. You're mine just accept it." He
looked smugly at her as if he had just placed the answers to all her
problems on a silver platter for her. Seeing her outraged look, Mamoru
sighed. "My God Usagi you haven't even slept with this man... your so called
future husband." He finished with a sneer. Her face suddenly grew
crimson as her mouth compressed into a thin line of anger at his statement.

"How the hell do you know about who I sleep with?!" She repressed the
irresistible urge to stomp her foot at him. Stepping back from her he
leaned back easily against her massive desk, crossing his arms across his
chest as he eyed her with amusement.

"Really Usa I thought we had covered this already."

"Don't call me Usa you fucking prick. And no, some well placed phone
calls and a few background checks are not going to tell you who I've had
in my bed." Marching up to him she angrily jabbed her finger into his
hard and completely immobile chest. "So how exactly do you know if I've
slept with Jason or not?!"

He smiled down at her for a moment, taking in her flushed skin and
ruffled hair, her lips still swollen from their earlier encounter. He felt
the urge to yank her to him and kiss the breath out of her all over
again, but carefully resisted the urge, reminding himself that all that
would come soon enough.

"Well Usa it's really quite simple. If you'd slept with him I would
have killed him." It wasn't an empty boast, Usagi knew that at least. His
voice was calm, his eyes hard glints of steel as he regarded her. His
smile had disappeared as he continued on. "I nearly did kill him when I
found out you were dating him. God the thought of his hands on your
smooth skin, of his lips anywhere near that delectable mouth." His eyes
swung downward to stare at her soft pink lips and again Mamoru had to
restrain himself from just taking her there.

He'd gone through hell to find her after that party. He didn't know
why he'd left her, some drunk asshole had come out and suddenly reality
had come crashing down around Mamoru. Normally he couldn't have cared
less about who had seen them, and hell he probably would have taken her
again with how wound up he was. But standing there, his head pillowed
between her breast and her hot skin pressed against him, he just couldn't
face her. Couldn't face the look of hurt and confusion that he knew
would be there and so he'd set her down, readjusted his jacket and stalked
off into the crowd without a backward glance.

He supposed somewhere in the back of his mind he'd assumed it would be
easy to find her, so simple to just walk through the crowd again and
drag her back into his arms. He'd just needed a minute to get his
composure back, but it had been a minute to long. The night had been young and
he'd assumed that she would be forced to stay since she had obviously
worked for one of the companies involved in the merger. Her
authoritative air had revealed that much to him as he had silently watched her for
a good portion of the night. Panic had gripped him when he'd threaded
back through the crowd, searching for that golden hair and milky skin
but to no avail. She'd been gone and he had nearly howled in rage that
she'd gotten away. As he stood in the cooling air outside the elegant
building, determination and anger had swelled in him and he'd vowed to
find her and get her back at all costs.

It had taken him months to find out that she had worked for the Nitsa
company, they organized high end business functions like that fateful
merger celebration. From there, it had been deceptively simple to locate
her and it was then that he realized that it probably wouldn't go over
terribly well if he just waltzed in to her office and ravished her,
though the idea had a certain appeal. He smiled at the thought of the
blonde beauty beneath him on her desk, or the plushly carpeted floor.
Shaking his head to clear it of the quickly multiplying erotic fantasies, he
eyed her again. Her angelic face was white as she stared wide eyed at
him.

"You'd what?" Her voice was choked as him disbelief that he had
actually just threatened to kill Jason.

"You heard me. I would have and still will kill anyone who so much as
touches you." His voice heal a deadly calm as he straightened his tall
frame to stand in front of her. Slowly he reached his hand out and
slipped it behind her neck, his fingers softly rubbing the delicate flesh.
"You're mine!" He growled at her and then quickly drew her forward,
crushing her mouth to his in a blatantly possessive manner as his other
hand drew her luscious hips towards him. She could feel his entire frame
pressed against her and it sent involuntary shivers down her spine as
the kiss slowly became tender and languid. He moved his lips across hers,
his tongue tasting her bottom lip as he drew it into his mouth and
nibbled on it.

They were both breathing hard when he finally pulled away and stared
into her blue eyes, arrogantly pleased when he saw the haze of passion
still there.
"Remember that."

"Remember what?" She asked dazed from the tantalizing kiss they'd just
shared. Her body ached from his unfulfilled promise and she wanted
nothing more for than for him to pull her close and kiss her again. It was
this that drew her out of her haze and his arms.

"Remember what?" She asked again when she saw his grin of amusement.
God did he have to look even more gorgeous when he smiled? Maybe
delicious was more the word because she bet he would taste nice, sweet even.
She imagined herself running her tongue along his neck and then....
snapping her head up she was horrified at her wanton thoughts and tried
desperately not to blush. She was a grown woman for Christ's sake!

She was blushing a bright red that Mamoru found adorable because he
had a fairly good idea what she was thinking about, if his line of
thought was anything to go by. Hell, the air fairly crackled with sexual
tension.

"Remember that you're mine. And I. Do. Not. Share." His tone was low
and menacing as he stared at her, using every bit of his height to let
her know just how serious he was. God the thought of anyone, anyone but
him, made his vision go red with rage. By God he would rip anyone who
dared to touch her limb from limb. Mamoru didn't know where this raw
possessiveness came from, but he didn't question it.

Abruptly he broke eye contact and Usagi let out a small sigh of relief
until she saw that he was leaning over her desk to grab something.
Wordlessly he shoved the phone at her.

"Ooookay and exactly what the hell am I supposed to do with this?" She
asked angrily as she shoved the blue cordless phone back at him.

"Why call Jason of course." Usagi huffed at this as he stared at her
like it was the most obvious thing in the world. She stood there for a
moment, estimating the damage the phone would do upon impact with his
arrogant head but then decided against it as she decided it wouldn't
possibly do enough damage. A freight train wouldn't do enough damage in her
opinion.

"Oh of course. Why exactly am I calling Jason?" Sarcasm dripped off
every word as she stared at the infuriating man, willing him to be sane
for a few seconds and explain his demented actions. "To tell him I have
an egotistical, self-important asshole parading around my office and
claiming I apparently belong to him? Or perhaps to discuss the weather?"
One delicately arched eyebrow lifted cynically.

"Ahh yes to discuss the weather? An interesting idea, but no." Now he
walked around her desk and sat down in her oversized leather chair,
swiveling it slightly so he faced her. For a moment she could swear he was
going to say "and now Mr. bond." She wished she had some of 007's nifty
gadgets right now, exploding gum or earrings filled with sleeping gas.
Ok, so bond probably didn't wear earrings but she would still have
liked them. Instead, all she had was a useless phone and some expensive
heels that she might be able to smack him with. A pretty pitiful arsenal,
she admitted.

"You're going to break your engagement with him." Usagi's head snapped
up as he suddenly had her undivided attention.

"What the hell is wrong with you? There is no way in hell I am doing
that, and what in God's name made you think I would just because you told
me to?!" She was nearly screaming now, but she didn't care, and the
fact that the bastard didn't even look surprised just added fuel to the
blaze inside her. "I love him you stupid ass! I'm going to marry him and
live happily ever after. Hopefully without ever having to see you
again!" She did throw the phone at him now, deciding some damage was better
than none, but he merely shifted to the side as the phone flew past him
to smash into the window behind with a resounding smack.

Turning her back on him she headed quickly towards the door, the need
to get away from him was overwhelming and she didn't care if she had to
walk home as long as she didn't have to spend one more second with him.
She only got the door open a hand's width before he slammed it shut
from behind her.

"I insist you stay." His voice was a little too cheerful for her
tastes. She suddenly felt sick as she realized he had something up his
sleeve, another card to play in this little game of his.

"I would really prefer to leave." She spoke without turning around,
trying and failing not to tremble as she felt his breath caress her neck
with every breath he took.

His warm hands were on her shoulders then, their heat burning through
her thin slip as he slowly turned her around. She suddenly came face to
face with Mamoru's sculpted chest as his hands slip down her bare arms
with alarming intimacy.

"Usa." He sighed when she stubbornly refused to look at him.

"Don't call me Usa." Her voice was whisper and he had to lean in
slightly to hear her and Mamoru sighed again, this time in annoyance.

"All right." He said as he walked away from her. Usagi's head snapped
up at the easy victory, a victory easily won. Now she looked at his
broad back with suspicion, waiting for the catch she knew was coming. "I
guess I'll just have to call you .... hmmm ... Usako should do nicely."

"What?! I'm not you damn lover!" He only smiled at her, that
infuriating smile that made her want to hit him with something big and heavy.

He'd been silently thinking of her as his Usako for months now, and it
felt so sweet to let the name pass his lips. He wasn't at all perturbed
by her reaction, she'd come around, eventually.

"Yes Usako, a nice ring to it." She knew he was goading her but she
could do little but rise to the bait.

"No it does not! And stop trying to change the subject, why made you
think I was going to call Jason and break our engagement? You don't look
insane though as of the past few minutes I've been having my doubts. I
know you Chiba, and you never go into battle unprepared, so just lay
your damnable card on the table so I can go!" Anger and frustration were
making short work of her hard won temper and him calling her pet names
certainly didn't help matters.

"Oh but you are going to call your little puppy." He reassured her.

"Stop calling him my 'little puppy' you bastard, he'd my fiancé! And no
I'm not calling him." She crossed her arms over her chest in defiance
and proceeded to glare at him as he leaned against her desk, looking all
too at ease.

"Oh yes you are. You're going to tell him you've changed your mind
about your hasty engagement too. You know why?" He asked before she could
supply her sharp retort.

"No but I have a sneaking suspicion you're going to tell me."

"Hmm perceptive little thing aren't you?" He said matching her sarcasm
with a perfection that only grated Usagi's nerves more. "You're going
to call Andrews and tell him your wedding plans are off or I'm going to
ruin him."

Usagi couldn't help it that she had laughed. He'd acted all foreboding
as if he were going to threaten to smite her or something. Hmm could
you smite someone? It appeared a zillion and one times in the bible
didn't it? God smited so and so and then....

"Will you stop laughing. I'm completely serious." He didn't much like
her reaction, but smiled slightly when he thought of her reaction when
she realized just how serious he was. He had said he would get her back
at all costs, and that's exactly what he'd meant.

"Oh you're going to 'ruin' him are you?" She couldn't keep the laughter
from her voice, and finally just stopped trying. "And how pray tell are
you going to do that? Even you, Mamoru Chiba, can't take all Jase's
money, it's a family fortune and he doesn't own any companies that you can
sabotage. He's old money Chiba. So how exactly are you going to ruin
him again?"

His only response was to smirk at her and as the moments passed
Usagi's laughter faded and her smile fell. Something wasn't right, Mamoru was
just a little to confident. Fear coiled tightly in the pit of her
stomach the longer he waited to play his hand.

"Oh? I wouldn't be so sure Usako. It seems Andrews' fortune isn't as
substantial as you think. But you're right it's tied into the family so I
suppose I will just have to destroy the family as well. His uncle is a
congressman you know."

Usagi seethed. What the hell did his uncle have to do with anything?
"Scandals are horrible, especially nowadays with the media being so
blood thirsty."

Realization dawned on her suddenly.
"Shit."

"What was that Usako?" He asked sweetly. He knew she'd just figured it
out. He had a good number of rather interesting photographs involving
Andrews' uncle in some fairly "compromising" situations. If he released
them, the man would be ruined and his family would go down by
association, but he knew this wasn't enough to bring them into ruin, and from
the way she was glaring at him, she knew it too.

"Ok, so you bring the man down by scandal and the family looks bad for
a few years, eventually everyone will forget."

"True, but the Andrews' family has invested a good deal of their money
in various projects. Ahh you didn't know I see." Her face had blanched
at the news and she knew that he had found the chink in the armor that
only moments ago had seemed so impenetrable. "Well I'm going to hazard
a guess that those projects may just suddenly start to fail. Reputation
and trust are everything in business. A few well placed words and
everyone will know that those investments are about to fail. That coupled
with a national scandal should be sufficient I think, to humble the
mighty Andrews."

"Money isn't everything." She said defiantly as she squared her
shoulders and met his gaze with scorching anger flashing in her eyes. "I
didn't agree to marry him for his fortune, and I won't leave him if he
looses it."

"Ahh so noble, of course I plan to take you and your family down too,
of course."

"What?" Her voice was shaking now as he got up and stalked towards her.
All of a sudden she felt all to much like the prey watching the hunter.
It was a disconcerting feeling and she felt the almost irrepressible
need to run as far from this hellish situation as she could.

"I already bought this company and as of now you are fired. No one is
going to hire you after I get through 'singing your praises.' Of course
then there's your mother. Aren't you supporting her? Hmm where would
they go without baby's little check every month?"

His sarcastic words stripped her bare, and she felt the sting to her
bones. She knew he was right. Her mother had been a housewife all her
life, growing up in the era when good little girls grew up, got married
and had lots of children all the while vacuuming the living room and
making pancakes or whatever housewives did. She had bluntly told Usagi
that she was going to college under threats of death and other horrible
tortures. Usagi smiled slightly at the memory of her mother threatening
her with a dough covered rolling pin. Only her mother could looking
menacing covered in flour and holding and rolling pin of all things.

Her father had died a few years ago and her mother had been
devastated. Grief had nearly destroyed her and when she finally began to put her
life back together, she'd realized that without any skills, she
couldn't get a job. After a lifetime devoted to her family, the world was
ready to turn its back on her. But Usagi wasn't. She supported her mother,
paid the bills diligently and let her mother have the peace she so
deserved. And now this man was threatening to take that all away from her.

"Why are you doing this? You don't even know them. Hell you barely know
me." She whimpered softly. Suddenly they stood with only a breath
separating them, their bodies almost touching, but not. He reached down and
grasped her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"You're wrong little Usako. I know you. I want you so much it's driving
me insane. I love the taste of your mouth, your skin. I love the feel
of your hair running through my fingers. I love you and I'm going to
keep you." And with that he kissed her soft mouth, determination flashing
in his cerulean eyes.