Page 44 of Grave Obsession

“Be quiet,” he snips.

“Kay..."

What the hell is wrong with me? Am I really going to give up this man for one who won’t even show me his face?

“If you don’t want to be with me it will be because of me. Not because of some excuse that you don’t think you’re worthy of my love.”

“Okay.”

Love?

“Did I do something wrong?” he asks, sincerity replacing the anger in his voice.

“No.”

“So, then it’s the other guy. You’re choosing him?”

Hurt. So much hurt weighs down his words as he lets them plow into me.

I nod. He turns away from me. Arms hung over the steering wheel as he gazes out at the picture perfect landscape before us.

“Why?” he questions.

“What?”

“Why him?” He turns his head in my direction, eyes clawing up my body as I sit just a few feet away from him.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s not a hard question to understand, Mallory. I want to know what he has that I don’t.”

“Uhhhh…” How the fuck do I answer this question? I can’t tell him that Ghost stalked me, knows everything about me, enjoys my mask kink, and fucks me stupid.

He undoes his seat belt and closes the distance between us, spreading my legs and crawling between them.

“Does he kiss you better than I do?” He crowds my space, forcing me back into the corner of where the door and seat come together. Fucking hell, my brain is short circuiting again as his lips hover above mine.

“No.” My voice is but a whisper as a smirk of satisfaction crosses his lips before they land against mine. He kisses me deeply and I let him, even though I shouldn’t. This is leading him on, it’s wrong. Ghost is going to be so fucking mad at me, but I can’t seem to care as Nox's tongue tangles with mine. He groans against my lips as he pulls away looking intensely into my eyes.

“Does he turn you on more than I do?” His hand runs up my thigh and my breath hitches. His teeth graze his bottom lip then his face disappears as he starts to kiss down my jaw to my neck.

“No,” I moan.

His thumb feathers over my clit, “Does he touch you better than I do?” he whispers into my ear. It’s a million degrees in the small cab of this truck as he gently strokes over my nub. Firm enough that I feel it but too gentle to get me off. It’s maddening. He is maddening.

“No,” I pant, raising my hips trying to get some friction where I need it most, but he doesn’t allow it. He stops his torturous soft touches and grabs onto my ankles, throwing one over each of his shoulders. He’s effectively folding me in half as he grips the waist of my leggings and pulls them down over my ass, exposing my naked, slick cunt.

“Tell me, baby, does he make you cum the way I do?” His filthy mouth has arousal dripping out of me onto the seat beneath us. He slowly slides two gloved fingers in and out of my eager pussy and my eyes roll back as euphoria threatens to smother me.

“Nox,” his name is a drawn out moan falling from my lips.

“Answer me, princess.” His mouth lingers above me as my hamstrings burn from the stretch. “Does he?”

“No,” I pant out.

“I didn’t think so. There’s no way your pussy gets this wet for anyone but me.” He pulls his fingers from within me and raises them to prove it. My arousal coats his leather gloves and glistens on the knuckles. He makes a show of licking it up and sucking it off his fingers.

“Please,” I whine.

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