Page 19 of Obsession

The way he eyed the bed I knew what he meant. I’d be handcuffed again and stuck in the bed. As I looked into his piercing eyes, all I could think about was how much I craved him inside me once again.

“I’ll shower with you,” I whispered back, already feeling the warmth spread between my legs. I felt like such a slut. Not once had I ever been interested in sex with a man. Not until Riot. Of all men for me to be insanely attracted to, why did it have to be a psychopath like him?

He led me into the bathroom and started the shower, then shoved me under the spray. He joined me and pulled me against his chest. His large hands roamed up and down my back slowly at first before gripping firmly just below my shoulder blades, pulling me into him even more forcefully while his tongue delved deep into my mouth exploring every inch hungrily.

He backed me to the tiled wall and pinned me against it while continuing to ravage my mouth. One hand snaked down to my ass and squeezed my cheek, while the other gripped my hair tightly.

“Riot, I need you.”

“You are so fucking sexy when you beg for it like that,” he said. He leaned in closer, causing goose bumps on my skin.

Without further warning or prompting, he slid two fingers deep inside of me stretching me wide before filling me completely. His touch sent waves of pleasure washing over every inch of my body.

He rubbed his cock against my belly. “Fuck! You feel so good!”

Lifting me, he forced my legs around his waist and slid his cock in deep. For some reason, his touch felt almost tender, even though he still took what he wanted. I felt the heat of his release inside me, and whimpered when he pulled out.

Riot turned me to face the wall and forced me to bend over. His hand cracked against my ass, and I yelped, feeling the sting. He spanked me again. And again. Each blow came harder than the one before, and my ass felt like it was on fire. I worried he might bruise me.

“Stop, please! What did I do wrong?” I asked.

He pressed against me, his cock wedging between my ass cheeks. “Not a damn thing. But I need you to equate pleasure with pain, Hollis. One day, you’ll beg me for both. And that’s when you’ll be perfect.”

I shivered, both fearful and turned on by his words. What was he doing to me? And why didn’t I want to escape from him? Something was wrong with me. Maybe I was just as broken as he was, but in a different way.

“What am I to you, Riot?” I asked.

“I’ve already told you. You’re my toy. Which means I can play with you however I want. Put my dick in all your holes. Spank your pretty ass. Wrap my hand around your throat.” He bent over my back, placing his lips near my ear. “I could kill someone, make you watch, then fuck you right then and there. And there’s not one damn thing you could do about it. Do you know why?”

“Because I belong to you?” I asked.

“That’s right, Hollis. You’re mine.”

I shivered as he drew back and thrust his cock into me again. By the time he’d fucked me several times, my pussy ached, and I was so tired I could barely stay awake. I felt him carrying me to the bed, and the cool metal of a handcuff going around one wrist. Then the heat of his body behind me.

Riot was determined to drag me into his hell, and I wasn’t sure I could do anything but go willingly.

Chapter Seven

Hollis

Just as Riot had promised, I was free. Sort of. At least, he’d no longer force me to remain tied to the bed, only freeing me for short breaks to use the bathroom or go down to eat with him. Sometimes he’d bring food up to me.

Now, I could at least move around. It seemed stabbing that poor woman had proven something to him, even if it had still taken him a little time to trust me this much. I still couldn’t believe I’d done something like that. It felt like I had blood coating my hands, and every time I closed my eyes, I could still see her face. I didn’t know if it was something I’d ever be able to get past.

The lingering question of will he make me do it again haunted me even more. Was it right for me to help kill someone else just so I could survive? What made my life more important than theirs? But at the same time, I wasn’t ready to die. Not to mention, as much as I hated myself for it, I actually felt drawn to Riot. He scared the shit out of me, and yet, when he touched me, I wanted more.

A floorboard creaked behind me. I whipped around, heartbeat slamming into overdrive. Lyla stood in the doorway, pale eyes darting around the room.

What the hell? I glanced into the hallway behind her, and I didn’t see anyone else. Why was she here? How had she gotten past Crash, Kane, and Riot? For that matter, last time I’d checked, the door had been locked. Unless Lyla picked up new skills, I didn’t think she could break into the room on her own.

A ball of dread started to build in my gut. I’d considered Lyla a friend, until she’d watched as they dragged me off to be sacrificed. In all the time I’d been here with Riot, no one had come for me. Not that I knew of anyway. So, why had she shown up out of the blue? My senses were screaming at me not to trust her.

“Lyla, how the hell did you get in here?”

Lyla wrung her hands, inching toward me. “Crash and Kane let me in.”

Bullshit. If they could easily walk in here, then wouldn’t they have already dragged me out by force? I knew they didn’t want me here. They urged Riot to kill me every damn day. So far, he’d held them off, but I always worried what might happen to me during the times he wasn’t here.

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