Page 137 of Obsession

I giggled and melted under his words.

He held his hand out to me, and I noticed the other contact on his finger. I looked at him curiously as he indicated that I should take it. Now I was really red as a lobster, and I couldn’t believe he was doing this just because I had asked him to.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I said, and he shook his head.

“If you want me like this, then I’ll stay like this. So far, no one has preferred my real eyes. No one of any significance, anyway.”

I swallowed, speechless.

Yes, Katherine, try to stay away from him after this.

We both moved at the same time, our lips attracted like two magnets, with ardent, slow passion. Harris touched my lips with a gentle eroticism that drove me completely crazy. He squeezed my thighs in his palms and laid me back, then climbed on top of me and my legs instinctively opened around him.

His member pressed against me, and I could not stifle my whimpers. His teeth dug so deeply into my lower lip that I thought he was going to split the skin. His whole being overwhelmed me. I wanted to lose myself in him and become intoxicated by his existence for the rest of my life.

Slowly, he brushed his lips over mine, tempting me, then I felt him ready to attack.

His kiss lasted no longer than a few seconds, then we both jerked back.

Our baby began to cry.

We both turned to the doll, then looked at each other and finally started laughing.

I quickly pushed Harris away from me and stood up to secure our inheritance.

“I don’t think I’ll ever have kids,” he complained as he stretched his limbs out on my bed.

I giggled and fed the doll, then changed its diaper. Surprisingly, it immediately shut up.

A loud bang sounded from downstairs, and I panicked.

I stuck my head out of the door, listened, kept my ears open and closed my eyes when I heard movement from the kitchen. My father was still at home. Thank God he didn’t hear Harris or the doll crying.

“Now you really have to go,” I turned to Harris, who was still lying on my bed, completely exposed, with his wonderment rising like a monster awakened from hibernation.

I turned around, embarrassed, and closed my mouth. He laughed and got up from the bed, and I didn’t dare look at him until I heard him getting dressed. Even the jeans couldn’t hide the problem.

He couldn’t even zip them up. Fuck.

He came at me, bare-chested, barefoot, hair disheveled, and all those overwhelming tattoos. All he needed was a pair of black wings and he’d be the deadliest fantasy figure ever created.

Those green eyes marked the end of me when he looked at me.

“I can’t leave like this, and I’m sure it won’t go down as long as you’re here wearing those fucking shorts.”

I swallowed.

“So, what’s the plan?”

He sighed, and I could feel how hard it was for him to keep his perverted thoughts under control. It didn’t take a PhD to figure out what was going through his mind as he looked down at my body.

“You go downstairs and distract your father while I go into the bathroom and dunk my head in ice cold water, then I’ll leave.”

That seemed like a good plan, and I nodded, then looked up at the balcony. The blinds were drawn a little.

“Okay,” I exhaled and turned toward the door, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me back.

“Don’t leave with anyone else.”

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