Page 8 of Obsession

She nodded and gazed up at me. Her eyes looked so beautiful, and I leaned down to kiss her. I’d never wanted to taste a woman’s lips before. My tongue slipped into her mouth, and I fought the urge to devour her. She whimpered softly, and her body became pliant under me.

Using the lube, I slicked my finger again and toyed with the tight hole between her ass cheeks. She tensed for a moment, until another orgasm hit, and it relaxed her enough I was able to slide my finger inside her. I worked it in and out, before adding a second one.

I’d thrived on pain for so long, but hearing her cry out in pleasure was even more enticing. My cock had pre-cum leaking from the tip as I leaned back and sat on my knees. Lifting her legs over my arms, I spread her open. The toy continued to buzz on her clit and inside her, driving her crazy. With a gentle push, I worked my dick inside her ass, nearly biting off my tongue as I struggled to maintain control of myself.

Once she’d taken all of me, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. Driving into her with long, deep thrusts, I took what I needed. I fucked her until sweat slicked our skin, and she’d come twice more. The next time her ass clenched down on my cock, I pumped load after load of cum into her.

“Next time, I’m filling your pussy,” I said, reaching down to turn off the toy. I eased it from her body before pulling my cock out of her. Heading into the bathroom, I washed the toy and myself. When I returned to Hollis, she’d fallen asleep, hands cuffed over her head.

I locked the bedroom door and released the cuffs. Massaging her wrists, I noticed they were already starting to bruise. I eased her over to the side of the bed and refastened the cuffs, putting her in a more comfortable position. Then I curled my body around hers and shut my eyes.

It was my first time sleeping with a woman in my bed, but oddly enough, I didn’t mind it so much.

Chapter Three

Hollis

I woke with a jolt, my heart pounding. My wrists were still cuffed to the damn bed, the cold metal biting into my skin. Panic surged through me like ice-cold water, and I thrashed against my restraints, desperate to escape. But it was no use, I was trapped. Just like a damn fly in a spider’s web.

The room was dimly lit, an amber glow seeping in through the curtains. Despite the lavish room, a monster inhabited it. Riot Tredway, The Butcher himself. I’d heard the stories, but nothing could prepare me for the beast who’d claimed me last night.

As I wriggled under the covers, I winced at the aches and twinges I felt. I should have been terrified, ready to run. But as I lay here, a part of me trembled not with fear, but anticipation. What was wrong with me? The man was utterly depraved! I should be loath to have him touch me, and yet, I felt a heat building inside of me at the mere thought of having his hands on me.

My breath caught in my throat as a tall, dark figure loomed at the foot of the bed. It was him. Riot. His eyes were as cold as the grave, boring into mine, and I swore I could feel his gaze all the way to my very soul.

“Morning, Hollis,” he said, his voice deep and menacing. “Had a rough night?”

My mouth went dry, and bile rose in my throat. “Let me go, Riot. If you aren’t going to kill me, then release me.”

He chuckled, and the sound chilled me to the bone. “I don’t think so, Hollis. No, I don’t think so at all. You see, I have plans for you.”

Plans? What the fuck did he mean by that? Fear clawed at my insides, but I refused to show weakness. “You’re no different than the rest of the monsters in Raven’s Vale.”

He was on me in an instant, his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp for air. “Oh, Hollis,” he whispered, “I’m not just any monster. I am the monster. The one your mama warned you about.”

His grip tightened, and my vision started to swim.

“I hope… you… rot in hell,” I managed to rasp out.

“We have some unfinished business.”

With each passing moment, I felt his fingers clench more around my neck, choking me just a little more. The fear coursed through my veins, and yet there was something else mixed in with it -- an odd sense of arousal. He knelt down before me, his face barely an inch from mine, and I saw the madness in his eyes.

“What do you want from me?” I managed to whisper between ragged breaths.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath caressing my neck. “Your heart,” he growled softly. “I want your beating, quivering heart in my hands.”

I didn’t understand how I could feel both terrified and turned on, I felt a strange sort of excitement at his words. His dominant presence was intoxicating, and it awakened something deep inside me -- a desire to submit, to be his completely.

As he leaned in farther, his lips brushing against my earlobe, I found myself melting under his touch. His hand traveled down my body, stopping just above my thigh. He nudged me gently toward him, and I complied without thought.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel every inch of his hardness against my aching pussy. I moaned softly as he began to grind against me, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from deep within. His other hand moved up to cup my breast.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking perfect. So… mine.”

I arched my back instinctively, pushing my breast farther into his hand. My thoughts were spinning, my body on fire. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him, how much I needed him to take control. It was as though he had cast some sort of spell over me, and I was powerless to resist.

“Say it,” he commanded.

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