Page 29 of Grave Obsession

“I’d love to-”

“Great!” His smile beams across the room at me as I hop up and sit on the counter opposite of him.

“But I can’t…” Wringing my hands in my lap as my stomach ties itself into knots.

“Why not? Do you have other plans?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

“With the other guy?”

I nod my head, hating this. Why can’t I just have both of them? I deserve it after all the shit I’ve dealt with in my life.

He comes to stand in front of me, running his hands up my thighs and spreading them. He steps between my open legs and gazes into my eyes. It feels like a silent plea to let him stay, to choose him. His gloved hand cups my cheek as he kisses me softly. It’s gentle and affectionate, accepting and torturous.

“It’s okay. I’ll see you later, gorgeous,” he says as his forehead rests against mine. His breath caresses my skin and I’m aching for him. He takes one last look in my eyes and then starts to move away from me. I don’t know what comes over me at this moment because I know every second I spend with Lennox is another second he loses to get away from me and my lethal masked man. But I wrap my legs around him anyway, pulling him back to me. He looks perplexed and it’s so cute. The big, tough police officer is confused. A dimple appears in his cheek and he says through a smile, “Something you want?”

“More,” I whisper, waiting to see what he’ll do. I’m wanton and needy. I don’t know what has awoken inside of me thanks to my stalker but it seems I’ve become obsessed with sex. His eyes light up and I’m sure his ego doubles in size knowing I’m desperate for just one more minute with him.

“More what, Mallory?” He comes in close, his lips a hair's breadth away from mine. He’s building the tension and it’s soaking my panties.

“Kiss me again. I want more,” I whisper against his mouth. He slams his lips onto mine, no longer the soft and sweet man I just had a taste of. Our mouths move together and I bite his bottom lip. Pulling it gently between my teeth until he moans for me. His large hands grip my thighs. Fingers digging into my flesh creating a delicious zing of pain that shoots right to my pussy. He trails his mouth down my jaw, planting light kisses down to my neck. He latches his teeth onto the area, biting and sucking until I see stars.

“Touch me.” I don’t even recognize my own voice, it’s breathy and erotic. I sound hot and it fuels the fire burning between us. “Touch me, Officer Graves.”

His thumb finds my clit and starts to work me over my leggings. My hands find their way into his hair and I yank his mouth back to mine. I suck his tongue gently and his pressure on my clit increases. I palm his erection over his jeans and he slaps my hand away. What the fuck? I break our kiss and lock onto his lust filled gaze.

“If you want my cock, you will choose me. I won’t play second fiddle to any man,” he practically snarls at me. Fuck, why is he so hot? I nod in understanding and begin to push him back and slide off the counter. “Where do you think you’re going? I’m not finished with you yet,” he says as his large body cages me in against the cabinets.

“What?” I gasp as he spins me and yanks down my pants. His chest is against my back as I feel his left hand circle under my jaw, pulling me up so every inch of us is touching. He turns my face almost painfully to look into his eyes as he sinks two fingers inside me. My eyes roll back as I’m overcome with pleasure. He plunges in and out of my pussy, pounding the heel of his hand against my clit with each thrust. That coil inside of me is wound so tight, I’m ready to snap.

“You’re soaking my hand, gorgeous. Do you like it a little rough?” he whispers to me as he weaves his other hand into my hair and grips it tight. Little shocks of pain skitter across my scalp as he swallows my moan with a kiss. He plunges his fingers deep inside me and strokes something there that has me entering a new realm of pleasure. He works that little spot inside me while I grind against his hand.

“Cum for me, Mallory. I want to hear you scream my name.” He bites and sucks my neck hard as his other hand slaps the bundle of nerves between my legs. I cum with a shriek, falling to lean over the counter as I writhe on his hand.

“Nox, oh fuck, Nox. Stop. It’s too much,” I whine as he pins me to the counter and immediately works me up again. My legs are starting to shake as I near my second orgasm.

“Nox,” I pant, he leans his body over mine.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

“Please,” I sob.

Suddenly there’s a crash from outside and a car alarm starts going off. I’m pulled from my blissful state, my car doesn’t have an alarm.

“Nox, your truck.” I stand on wobbly legs and look up to him. He’s a mix of confusion and anger. Oh no, did Ghost see us and set off the alarm as a warning? Fuck, I have to get Lennox out of here. His eyes are jumping from window to window, scanning for anything that could be a threat. I bend to pull my pants back on.

“What are you doing?” he inquires as he presses the button on his key, shutting off the alarm.

“Getting dressed?” my voice is laced with confusion.

“I don’t think so,” he growls.

“But…your truck?”

“You’ll have to cum quickly then, won’t you?” The edge in his voice makes my pussy flutter. His knees hit the hardwood floor and he pushes me back against the counter. Lifting one of my legs up, he pulls my foot free of my pants. He places my thigh over his shoulder and gently kisses his way up towards my pussy. The sight of him looking up at me from between my legs makes me feel powerful. I’ve brought this man to his knees and he’s about to worship my femininity like a priest praying to God at Sunday mass.

He wastes no time working me back up. His mouth is latched onto my clit as his fingers slide in and out of my dripping core. My head falls back against the cupboards as I lose myself in the sensations washing over me. Pain assaults my breast as he pinches my nipple and I cry out, though it morphs into a moan as the pain turns to pleasure.

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