Page 44 of Obsession

“Another kill,” Hollis murmured. Her eyes sparkled, reflecting the hunger that gnawed at my gut -- a relentless beast that craved the scream, the chase, the kill.

“Looks ripe for the taking,” I admitted, feeling the familiar pull of darkness coiling inside me, eager to strike.

My gaze sharpened, zeroing in on the shadowed figure like a hawk. But something was off -- the stance was too casual. The air around him seemed too calm. A liability. Something inside me twisted -- a warning. This one wasn’t for us, not for our game. A gut instinct screamed at me to steer clear, but there was no easy way to make Hollis understand without spilling secrets that were best kept in the dark.

“Riot?” Hollis prodded, her voice tinged with impatience. I could feel her eagerness radiating off her like heat from hot coals, ready to ignite at the slightest whisper of violence.

“Change of plans,” I muttered, my words clipped as I pulled her away with a force that brooked no argument. My hand clamped down on her arm, an unspoken command that we were moving on. The prey before us didn’t fit the bill tonight.

“Hey!” Hollis snapped, her heels digging in as she tried to resist. “I thought --”

“Thought wrong.” My tone left no room for debate. The dominance I wielded over her was as tangible as the blade I kept sheathed at my side. She was a wild thing, but even wild things bowed to the alpha’s will.

Hollis glared up at me, fire and fury swirling in the depths of her eyes. But she followed, matching my brisk pace with reluctant steps. Each stride I took echoed with authority, a reminder of who ruled over Raven’s Vale. And it sure as hell wasn’t her.

The mansion loomed before us. A fortress of madness and luxury entwined, it squatted on the outskirts of Raven’s Vale like a spider at the center of a web. I shoved open the front door.

“Home, sweet hell,” I said, as Hollis trailed behind me, her presence a silent challenge to my authority. The air was thick with the scent of old blood and fresh anticipation.

Without pausing to savor the tension knotting the heavy atmosphere, I grasped Hollis’ wrist and dragged her toward the grand staircase, the marble steps cold and silent beneath our boots.

“Riot, what now?” she asked.

“Time to clean up,” was all I said.

We reached the master bathroom, a sanctuary of sorts where the horrors of the world could be washed away, if only for a moment.

“Strip,” I commanded, watching with a predatory grin as she complied. Her clothes fell to the floor.

I shed my own garments with mechanical precision, the fabric parting from my skin, revealing the ink and scars that mapped my history. The shower’s glass doors shuddered open at my touch, and we stepped into the spray together. The water hit us hot and steady.

Her eyes closed as if in worship, the water tracing rivulets down her curves.

The hot steam enveloped us, a temporary veil separating us from the filth of our deeds. But even as the water sluiced over our bodies, it couldn’t wash away the sins etched deep within our bones.

Steam fogged the air as I gripped her hips, pulling Hollis against me with a possessive snarl, my hands branding her skin.

“Riot,” she gasped, her nails raking down my back, marking me as I marked her. Her pain was her pleasure -- and I reveled in every scratch she wanted to give me.

“Mine,” I said, claiming her lips in a bruising kiss. My tongue traced the contours of her mouth, delving deep, tangling with hers in a sensual dance. I tasted the sweetness on her tongue and groaned against her lips.

“Do you like it when I call you ‘mine’?” I asked, pulling back to look into her eyes. The answer was written all over her face -- she loved it.

“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “I belong to you.”

My cock throbbed against her belly, a heavy ache that demanded release. I wanted nothing more than to bury myself inside her tight pussy.

“Tell me what you want,” I said. “Tell me how bad you want my cock.”

She swayed toward me, her breath hot on my neck. “I want you to fuck me hard. I want you to make me yours.”

I pushed her against the wall, my fingers entwined in her hair. “You’re mine already. Don’t you ever forget it.”

She nodded, her eyes wide with submission. I leaned in and captured her lips again, my tongue exploring her mouth. I nipped at her bottom lip, making her gasp.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked, my voice rough with desire. “You love it when I take what I want.”

She nodded eagerly, arching into me. “Please, I need you to fuck me now.”

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