Page 15 of Obsession

“I hate you.”

“Good,” I replied, a sadistic smirk playing on my lips. The hatred was easier to take than the possibility of something deeper.

Releasing her, I stepped back, watching the resolve in her eyes war with the fear. It was a dance I knew well, one that kept me on the razor’s edge between man and monster. Not the fear, but desire… Usually it was a thirst for blood, but with Hollis, I wanted more. Fear was something I only recognized by looking into the eyes of my victims. Since I’d been a child, locked in a horror show of my parents’ making, I’d never allowed myself to feel that emotion again. I’d carved it out of my soul with my first kill. But as I turned to leave, the smallest crack in my armor appeared, a sliver of doubt that maybe, just maybe, she could see the human behind the horror.

The room stank of fear and sweat. Her eyes, wide as saucers, followed every one of my movements. I could feel the beast within licking its chops, eager for the game.

“Let’s see how much you can take.”

“Riot, please.” She whimpered, only fueling my need to dominate, to control.

“Silence.” I gripped my knife. A different one than I’d used to kill the other woman. I traced the blade along her skin. A lover’s caress entwined with terror. I pressed just enough to make her flinch, to let her feel the bite without drawing blood -- yet.

“Does it scare you?” I asked, my tone deceptively soft, watching her struggle against the restraints. “Knowing I can cut you open anytime I want? Strip the skin from your bones. Tear out your still beating heart.”

She nodded, tears pooling in those damned eyes that saw too much. I hated that they made me pause, made me question. Made me… want.

Inside, a war raged. Every second with her, the lines blurred -- the killer and the man. Merging. Conflicting. I couldn’t afford to be soft, not in this world, not when it could mean death. Crash and Kane were right to worry. If they thought for one second that Hollis had changed me, they’d either kill her, or do their best to end me.

“Then remember this fear,” I demanded, letting the knife hover over her heart. “It’s what keeps you alive.”

But as I watched her chest rise and fall with panicked breaths, a gnawing ache filled me. A whisper that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this than the rush of power, more than the satisfaction of her submission. Although it was certainly delicious.

I pulled the knife away, and I stepped back, a predator robbed of his kill by his own confusing desires. When it came to her, I might enjoy the terror in her eyes, but I didn’t want to slaughter her like I did so many others. No, I found it much more thrilling to fill her with my cock and make her beg for something other than death.

“Remember who owns you, Hollis.” I despised the emotions swirling within me. Emotions had no place in my world, no place where brutality ruled supreme. But there she was, a crack in my armor.

Stripping out of my clothes, I covered her body with mine. She didn’t tense or pull away. In her eyes, I saw nothing but acceptance.

She was mine, and I intended to take her in every way possible.

I reached down and roughly fondled her breast, pinching the hardened nipple between my fingers. She whimpered, her pupils dilating with desire. She was mine to torment and pleasure. I ground my hips against her, making sure she could feel how much I wanted her.

My mouth crushed against hers, fingers tangled in her hair as I forced my tongue deep into her mouth. She moaned, her body arching up to meet mine. I slid my hand down her stomach, tracing the contours of her ribcage before dipping between her legs. She was wet, soaking with need.

I pushed my finger inside her, filling her slowly, watching as she squirmed underneath me.

“Tell me how much you want this,” I demanded, my voice husky with lust.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she panted, her breath hot against my ear. I pulled my finger free and pushed my thick cock against her wet pussy, feeling the heat of her body surrounding me.

“Do you remember your place, Hollis?” I asked, my voice low and menacing. She shook her head, eyes wide with fear and need. I thrust into her, hard and rough.

“Say my name,” I ordered, pulling her hair sharply. She cried out, arching her back as I pounded into her.

“Please… Riot…” She trembled, and I let out a growl of approval, grabbing her throat and thrusting even deeper.

“That’s better.” I began to move faster, slamming into her over and over again, feeling her tight walls clench around me. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

I groaned and leaned down to bite into her shoulder. She whimpered, pulling on the cuffs that bound her wrists above her head.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her voice hoarse with desire. I had complete control over her body and mind. No matter what I did to her, she still wanted me.

With one final thrust, I emptied myself inside her, groaning as I felt her walls pulsate around me and I filled her with cum. I collapsed on top of her, panting heavily as we both caught our breath.

“That,” I whispered, leaning in to nip at her neck, “was a reminder you belong to me.”

“Riot?” she said softly, a question in her eyes that probed at the raw edges of my soul.

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