Page 18 of Obsessive Cravings

Her groan was deep, and I sank my tongue back into her.

“But you’re supposed to be a bad guy,” she moaned.

“I’m the baddest there is, but I won’t take what you don’t offer. I will, however, rip that climax from you.” Tired of disguising my voice and needing to taste her more, I pushed my finger deep into her and sucked her clit, her body lurching as she threw her head back.

She relaxed, her legs quivering beautifully. I smoothed my hand up her stomach, the tremble of her muscles reminding me that my own nerves threatened to betray the controlled demeanor I was exuding. Murder, deception, and torture were things that came naturally to me, but stalking, and whatever this was, was new. Something I would never have done with anyone, but Riley had me so out of sorts, my craving for her so intense that I needed this taste of her, or my control would break and my game would end. I pushed her shirt up, caressing her breast, her nipple firming at my touch. This was torture; my dick was throbbing so badly I thought it might rip through my pants to get to her. She smelled as delectable as she tasted and I glided my tongue up her stomach, feeling another quiver of her muscles tinged with nerves. Purposely, I kept myself above her, not touching my body to hers, my hands and mouth all I would allow myself for fear of not being able to uphold her request if I pressed against her skin.

Drawing my tongue around her nipple, I cupped her breast, hearing her long sigh and the shake within it. The sound was like a siren’s call that I was finding hard to resist. I dragged my teeth along her nipple, her sigh morphing to a deep moan that set my body on fire.

“Fuck,” I muttered, my voice so hoarse I knew she wouldn’t recognize it. She tensed, a quiet whimper falling from her lip. It was a sound that I wanted to hear repeatedly, and it nestled into my consciousness, fixing its claws in me like a mark of ownership I didn’t understand.

Dropping back down between her legs, I gripped her thighs, needing to feel her come undone for me and knowing I needed to be quick, no matter how I wanted to make this last, otherwise, I’d lose control and ravage her the way my cock was urging me to.

I flicked my tongue against her clit, her back arching beautifully. Her thighs quivered again as I slid my finger back into her and pushed my tongue over her clit. I couldn’t get enough of the way they trembled and the power my every move seemed to have over her body. She lifted slightly, my finger sinking further and eliciting a low moan from her. Shit, she was about to destroy me. I kept my finger there, wishing it were me filling her instead. My craving for her had peaked, and I was one moan away from giving up my game. Bringing it back out, I brushed my thumb over her clit and sank my tongue back into her, trying to restrain my groan as her thighs pushed against me. Her loud cry lit an inferno in me, and I fought the urge to free my cock and fuck her. But this wasn’t about me, and I’d made her a promise. I didn’t want to hurt her or frighten her by breaking that promise, no matter how much this was hurting me. When that change in my mentality had occurred, I wasn’t sure. I should have been inducing fear and not moans. I shouldn’t have cared if I was hurting her or frightening her. That had been my intent from the start. But this had turned into something more. This was now about her and the pleasure I wanted to bring her. I was about to tear the climax from her, and the thought was enough to make me lose it. I drove two fingers into her, taunting her clit with my tongue and twisting my fingers just right so that I hit a spot that tore a raw cry from her. She pushed against my face as she broke, her body convulsing around me.

She was glorious, and I licked until she was whimpering. Giving her one last flick against her clit, I lifted myself, resisting the urge to free my cock and thrust it into her.

“Good girl, that was beautiful,” I murmured, licking my fingers loud enough for her to hear before loosening her one hand. I turned and walked out, knowing she wouldn’t see me in the dark and that I’d be out of sight by the time she freed herself.

Returning to the spare apartment, I dropped to my seat, licking my fingers again and stroking my raging hard-on through my pants. My body was shaking with excitement, my cock painfully rebelling because I hadn’t satisfied it with the beauty whose body had writhed to my touch. Riley was still lying on the bed, her breathing hard. I could see the rise and fall of her chest, and the weakened state I’d left her in. After a few minutes, she untied herself and removed the mask. The bliss on her face was intense enough for me to see even as far as she was from the camera. Not bothering to put her underwear back on, she pulled the blankets up and snuggled under them, her smile lighting the room.

I sat there for a long time, calming myself and regaining my control. Tonight had been a stepping point, and now that I’d tasted her, I knew there was no turning back.

Standing at my office window, I watched Riley make her way up the street. She had pulled her ebony hair into a tight ponytail, but the wind still fought to free it, just like my fingers wanted to do. I’d upped my game, enjoying her smile a little too much when I left her my small gifts. She was so beautiful when she was unguarded that it almost hurt to look at her. The need I had for her had grown to an obsessive craving, one I was having difficulty controlling now that I’d handed her the power and let her dictate the next move. Tasting her had almost destroyed me. I could still feel her coming against my mouth, taste her essence, smell her fragrance, and it was driving me mad. I wanted more, and that need rebelled against my need for control. This was my game, one I was slowly losing.

As I lost sight of Riley, my phone buzzed.

“Speak,” I said.

“I found out where she went,” Alec said. I’d tasked him with finding the mystery of her disappearance over the weekend.

“Where.”

“She stopped in a mall. Cameras show her shopping and eating lunch.”

“That’s it? All the stores we have in the city, and she drove hours away to Creekwood. There must be something else. Did she meet someone?” Envy gripped me and I clenched my jaw.

“No, she was alone. I pulled footage from the parking lot, though. She made a phone call. It wasn’t long, but whoever she spoke to, it was emotional. It looked like she was crying before she got in the car and left.”

That was confounding and the idea that she was in pain bothered me on an entirely irrational level.

“Thanks, Alec. Let me know if you find anything more.”

“I did.”

Smirking, I said, “Of course you did. That’s why I keep you around. What did you find?”

“Our guy on Brinks reported he took a heated phone call that same day around the same time as Riley was in Creekwood. He was on site with one of his developers when he stopped the conversation short and took a call. He was screaming into his phone at whoever was on the other end, and by the time he finished, he looked upset. Called the meeting off and stormed away. His men moved out immediately.”

“Let me guess. They went to Creekwood?” I asked, wondering what exactly had gone down between Riley and her brother. I hadn’t started keeping tabs on him until she arrived in town. I needed to know if he was stepping foot in my city.

“Exactly.”

What the fuck was going on? There was something I was missing, and it was driving me mad.

“Anything more?”

“No, that’s all I found out.”

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