Page 18 of Obsession

“You know you want this,” he whispered huskily. “You want me to claim you as mine.”

I bit my lip, too aroused to resist him. “Do whatever you want with me.”

He smiled wickedly. His eyes filled with lust. “That’s my girl.”

He spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath him. Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me into a scorching hot kiss that left me breathless. His rough hands explored every inch of my body, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

It should have bothered me that he’d just murdered someone. Yet all I could think of was the way he made me feel.

I felt his warm mouth close around my nipple, sucking hard, and all other thoughts fled from my mind.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and menacing. I nodded frantically, unable to form words. He chuckled darkly and moved to my other breast, teasing it with his tongue before taking the nipple between his teeth and biting down hard.

I cried out in mixed pain and pleasure. He grinned wolfishly and moved down toward my pussy, teasing me with his hot breath.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. I think you get off on being with a monster like me.”

Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside me, licking and sucking on my swollen clit while his fingers explored my tight, wet pussy. I could feel myself starting to come, waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Fuck, yes! I need you inside me, Riot!”

He pulled away with a smirk, his eyes full of mischief. “Not yet.”

He ran his hands through my hair. He then positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed his cock inside me, stretching me as he went deeper and deeper.

I moaned loudly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Oh God.”

I gasped as he began to thrust into me with a steady rhythm. It felt so good, so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight as he took me harder and faster.

“You’re mine. My little toy. My whore.”

His hands found my still throbbing ass cheek, and he squeezed roughly. I cried out in pain as he continued to fuck me, his cock slamming into me over and over again.

We moved together in a primal dance of lust and domination, our bodies entwined in a display of raw passion. And as I felt another climax building inside me, I knew that I would never be the same again.

He groaned loudly, pushing himself deeper inside me as he came, filling me with his hot cum. We collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal.

I looked up at him, feeling a strange mix of emotions: shame, excitement, and above all, a desire for more.

“Was it good for you?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Did you enjoy getting fucked by a killer?”

“It was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what we had just done. But I knew one thing for sure: I was addicted to this feeling of being taken, of being owned.

He grinned, his eyes dark and unfathomable. “Good. Because there’s more where that came from.”

Oh, God. If he didn’t kill me with his knives, he might kill me with sex. Why didn’t that sound like an awful idea? I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but he wasn’t going to give me a choice. I both loved it and hated it.

“I will take you whenever I want. However I want.” He reached out to grab a handful of my hair and gave it a tug. “And you’re going to be my good little toy and do exactly as I say. Your life literally depends on it. You piss me off, try to run off, or break my rules, and it’s game over.”

The fear should have been there. The self-preservation kicking in to tell me to get out while I still fucking could. Instead, all I felt was anticipation. Anticipation for my new life as his plaything.

“Yes, Riot.” I gasped, biting my lip as his grip on my hair tightened. “I’m yours. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

He smirked and released me. “Good.”

As I stood up, his muscular arms flexed as he reached out to pull me closer. His touch sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.

“I want you to know that this is your choice,” he stated, his voice low and velvety with a hint of roughness. “You can shower with me or face the consequences.”

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