Free Obsession (Forbidden #2) by Michelle Betham Page B

didn’t. But that’s just me forgetting she isn’t what she used to be. Not anymore. I trust her. She’s mine now. But as I watch her laughing at something Alan’s saying to her, I feel an unfamiliar wave of something I don’t want to recognise sweep over me, but I push it away. She doesn’t go there anymore. She isn’t that same girl I met just a few months ago. She met me, and I changed her. She changed me. Nobody’s going back to what they once were.
She slides down from the bar stool and lightly touches Alan’s arm before she leaves the conversation and heads off towards the dressing rooms, and I breathe a sigh of relief I didn’t actually feel coming. She’s on in a few minutes. Her and Kandi-Ann. Both of them about to do what I’ve already seen. And for a brief second I wonder whether putting her out there, letting her do this for everyone to see, I wonder if that’s really a good idea now. But then, letting everyone seeing what she can do; knowing I get that every freaking day far outweighs any doubts I might have. I want to show her off. Like I said, she’s mine now. I can do what I like with her, as long as she allows me to. Besides, the girls – and guys – who go out there and perform all wear eye masks and wigs to disguise who they really are. It’s just something we do here. There’s anonymity for everyone, should they choose to use it.
‘So, this is it, huh? Your seedy sex den.’
I turn to see Barry behind me. He’s talking to me but he’s looking at the pictures on the wall, his eyes fixed on a large black and white print of me and Kira, naked and fucking.
‘I didn’t think you’d come.’
He was invited, just like everyone else here at The Playroom tonight. Nobody can just rock up here and expect to get in. Because very few even know it exists. But unlike everyone else, Barry was invited only out of courtesy. Because he’s my brother. And I want him to see what I’m doing here. He needs to get used to it, to this – to me being a part of it. He might not understand any of it, but he needs to get used to me, being a part of this world.
‘Is this what she’s turned you into, Neal? Some kind of twisted voyeur?’
‘You’re free to leave. If it isn’t your thing.’
Yeah. He doesn’t understand, and he’s fought me every step of the way on this but what he thinks doesn’t matter. This is my life. He has his own.
‘I wanted to see what kind of world you’re living in now.’ Barry continues to scan the pictures on the wall, but I’m slightly distracted by the change of music that signals the arrival of Kira and Kandi-Ann on stage. ‘You really want to put your private life on show, Neal? Like this?’
I don’t reply. My eyes are on the stage now. Kira and Kandi seem to have distracted quite a few people, and none of that surprises me. Together, up there, they make a striking couple – one as dark as the other is blonde, although, I know that’s reversed now; Kira has a dark wig on, while Kandi’s gone blonde. But both of them have got legs that reach up to heaven, and as I watch them kiss, watch their fingers lightly trail each others’ skin, for the first time I wonder what it would be like to fuck them both. At the same time. Something I never thought I’d want. But seeing them, both of them, up there…
‘Is that her?’
Barry’s voice pulls me back from a dangerous fantasy and I focus on the stage once more. Kira and Kandi, they’re on the bed, their beautiful bodies moulded together, and I have to turn away because if I continue to watch… Something so wrong is happening inside my head right now. ‘If you mean Kira…’ She may have a dark wig and eye mask on, but there’s no disguising that hot-as-hell tattoo of hers, ‘yeah, that’s her.’
‘Jesus, Neal… You actually want her to do this shit?’
He’s family, and I have to love him, but right now my brother is fucking irritating me, big time.
‘Don’t tell me she hasn’t got your cock hard,