Page 42 of Obsession

At least I’m getting some sustenance.

It was well overdue.

“It’s good to see you eat.” He looked content as he helped her to finish the bowl. Placing the spoon back in the empty bowl, he moved them to the floor at the end of the bed. “I’m sorry I didn’t offer you a meal earlier.”

“You were too busy fucking me, sir.” Or, fucking me over. She smirked as he inched back toward her. Both sentiments were true.

“Correct.” His hand fell to her left breast, his fingertips circling her hardening bud. “You are so damn fuckable.”

“Guilty.”

He wasn’t the first man to tell her so. Ella had ridden plenty of hard cocks, and yet bizarrely, she realized she did care what he thought. She shouldn’t care. She knew that, yet she had to be honest with herself. Tucker hadn’t forced himself on her. She’d wanted him. Christ, as she remembered it, she’d been frantic for him.

“Yes, you are.” His voice was a soft purr as he tugged her nipple. Shoots of hot arousal sparked in her brain, sending electricity coursing around her body. “You can be a very bad girl.”

Heat burned in her cheeks, although she still couldn’t understand how or why his words and touch were able to affect her so much. Ella had enjoyed rough sex before, but she’d never known a chemistry as visceral as this. His every caress was able to command her, as though he understood the secrets of her body. But that didn’t make sense. How could he? She supposed he was just good at this. Just as experienced as his age suggested.

“You must make me bad then, sir.” She gasped as his digits pressed harder at her teat.

“You’re blaming me?” He grinned, revealing his oddly perfect teeth. Once more, she wondered how a guy who lived in the middle of the woods could afford, and access, such great dentistry.

“I’m your prisoner, aren’t I?” Her heart galloped as she admitted it aloud.

There should not be anything erotic about being held against her will—especially somewhere as grim as Tucker’s cabin—so why was her whimper at his pinch one of need rather than fear and disgust?

“Prisoner is a strong word.” His hand slid into her hair and eased her head backward. “I like to think of you as more of a guest.”

“A guest?” She might have laughed at his absurdity had she not been so brutally bound. “Is this how you treat all of your guests, sir?”

“I don’t have other guests.” His lips lowered and softly grazed over hers, and God help her, she adored the sensation. The feel of his stubble against her skin was divine, each graze inciting moisture at her core. “You’re the first, little girl.”

I’m the first?

Tucker was giving her whiplash. One moment, he seemed content to treat her like an animal, and the next, he behaved like this—lulling her with seductive words and sparking electricity throughout her body.

She couldn’t keep up with his changes of tack.

“Can I get up now, sir?” Her knees were killing her. His hardwood floor was the worst sort to be forced to kneel on for long periods. Not that Ella had ever knelt before. Until Tucker, she thought she preferred to be on top.

“You’d better.” His voice was a sensual growl as he pressed his temple gently against her forehead. “Otherwise, I might be forced to busy that mouth of yours again.”

Fuck. The way he puts that.

His breath was warm on her face as she imagined all the awful and breathtaking ways he could keep the orifice busy.

It wasn’t right that a man who’d treated her so unfairly could have such a profound impact on her or that she was so drawn to his scent and the illicit look in his eyes. As he drew away, she could scarcely catch her breath.

What’s wrong with me?

“Your arms and shoulders might be sore for a while.” He rose to his feet and stood before her as he leaned forward to tackle her binds. Her face was compelled against his trouser-clad groin as he worked, his stance helping her to inadvertently breathe in the aroma of his recent arousal.

Not that that’s anything new. She closed her eyes as he tugged at her right wrist. I can smell his cum all over me.

She swallowed at the ignominy. No man had ever come over her face before, let alone in such a savage way. The humiliation of the act merged with her desire and exhaustion. Tucker had degraded her by binding her and using her mouth as it suited him, but despite her indignation and anger, his show of authority had also turned her on. Somehow, even as he pressed his body against her and slipped her second wrist from the bondage, she could still feel that same thrum of arousal.

I want him. She pressed her thighs together as best she could. Why do I still want him?

“Oh, Jesus.” Her arms fell like lead to her sides, the pain rearing as she was finally released. Relief flooded her body, combining with the agony. “It hurts.”

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