Page 30 of Fractured Obsession

“I’ve wanted this from the moment I first laid eyes on you, Elanee. But I don’t want you to regret it. I don’t want you to suffer anymore.” Guilt laces his voice.

My body is a wild hum. I know I should run away. That I’m trying to find some kind of escape and connection after years of neglect. But was it fair to use Dmitri in this way?

As if reading my mind, he slowly leans down and kisses me gently. It’s slow and purposeful. Nurturing and gradual as if we have all the time in the world. His feather-soft lips brush across my cheekbone, and he whispers gently into my ear. “You can use me however you want, Cricket.”

Tears prick my eyes. Fuck me. It’s not fair in the way that he’s always known what I was thinking. And I never thought that stupid nickname would turn me into a heated mess.

I know of his world, the clubs he owns, and the reasons people go there. Most likely because he has many fantasies. Particular tastes that I most likely can’t satisfy.

“I don’t think I’m your usual type,” I breathe quietly, embarrassed. I’ve never tried things. And in recent years, I’ve only ever had them taken, forcing me to concave into myself.

I desperately want my power back because I’ve given up on the notion that I will ever be loved and only used.

But sex. This I could use to harden my resolve. To solidify that I could use a man just as much as I had been used myself.

Using Dmitri in this way wasn’t fair, but I was positive he was selflessly letting me use him. We were both fucked up, and it was easier to explore it in a heated mess than believe that we could ever be healed from it.

“You have only ever been my type,” he reassures. He slowly takes a seat against the edge of the day bed, bringing me to straddle his lap. His cock presses against the silk fabric of my dress. He pushes back my hair as the wind whips it into my eyes, and I bite my bottom lip as I stare into his predatory blue gaze.

I’ll never admit it to him because he already knows, but this man has always been beautiful. He rubs his thumb against my bottom lip thoughtfully. “If you choose this tonight. I’ll only give you one night to take from me. Any other time I see you, I will fuck you as I’ve always imagined. In every angle and hole, until I’ve claimed every inch.” I suck in a harsh breath, and he interprets it as fear as he adds. “But for you, I’ll try to hold back. I don’t want you to be scared of me. But I also can’t help who I am, Elanee.”

I swallow the harsh reality of his words. He’s being careful. I’d fallen for a powerful man’s trap before. I know Dmitri’s different, but it doesn’t make me any less intimidated. And yet, my pounding core has needs to be met. The spark and reminder that after this weekend, there may not be any other opportunities to feel the heat of another companion spurs me on.

It’s the snapping of my restraint, and like everything else, I choose to push those meddling thoughts down, crushing the fear of living in the moment reminding myself every day that it might be my last.

I crush my lips to his, like a live wire snapping and electrifying all my senses and urges.

I try to rip apart his shirt, but I’m too weak and clumsy. He chuckles. “Still a little weakling, I see.”

“Shut up,” I growl against his mouth and bite his bottom lip. I feel his cock twitch as he groans into my mouth. His hand makes its way down my back, dragging down the zipper as I finally free him from his shirt.

“I want to see you,” he says through kisses.

I bite my bottom lip, filling myself with courage as I stand up and get out of the dress. I have the urge to cover myself, but I try to push away those thoughts. Dmitri was the first man since…

“Beautiful,” he says. He’s staring at me, devouring me without even touching me. Dmitri looks at me now as he had then. Those few fleeting moments in college where our friendship became murky. And perhaps I was indulging in a night of fantasy, but I’d always hoped he’d felt the same.

“Did you always buy lingerie in college to fuck with me?” I ask, trying to regain my confidence.

He kicks up an arrogant smirk. “Yes and no. I fantasized what you would look like in each and every one of them.” He lazily removes his shirt.

My heart is pounding with the slow torture. I swallow as he removes his shirt.

An arrogant chuckle ripples from him as my eyes go wide. Fuck me. No wonder he was so popular in college. The ridge of his stomach is pure defined muscle. He is in every way sculpted like a fucking god.

“You can come and say hello,” he flirts.

I blush. “Fuck you, Dmitri.”

He chuckles again as he bends over to unzip my boots, but I push him back against the bed, my heart racing. “Boots stay on.” I quip. I was always reactive whenever anyone tried to look at my feet. “You promised I was in charge this time.” I toy with him as if it’s part of the allure.

Tonight might not be special to him. In fact, I might be another notch to his belt. But I planned on using him in the same way.

He offers me his hand. “I’ll be as gentle as I can, Elanee.”

And it’s the way he says my name that I melt into him. I’m meant to be in control, yet I find myself softening into him as he pulls me toward him. “Knees on either side.” He chuckles at my reaction. “Don’t worry, I’m going to make sure you’re real wet for me first.”

I do as he says and I don’t know, why but I feel nervous. I’d been with random men. But I’d also been with an abuser. Dmitri was neither of these. I nestle my knees on either side of him again, his hard bulging cock pressing between my legs through his pants.

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