Page 269 of Obsession

Was it normal to be so electrified when he was talking about throwing me on a mattress?

He sat me down on the desk and pulled away, but I didn’t let go of his hair.

He made a dangerous sound, and I wanted him back, but he raised his index finger, admonishing me to be good.

“You look so hot, shirtless and wearing those black gloves,” I bit my lip, my eyes traveling up and down without shame.

Those fucking black cargo pants, his bare stomach, toned and tattooed, black gloves, tousled hair. I had to fight with every fiber of my being not to drool. He shook his head as he watched me, then scooted his chair closer to me.

“If I were you, I’d shut up before I take you right on this desk,” he threatened.

My arms were wide open to the threat, as were my legs.

“What are you waiting for?” I baited him by opening my legs in a sensual way and placing them on the sides of his chair.

He looked straight at what was important, then shook his head again and blinked rapidly before fixing his eyes on my face, danger lurking in their depths.

“Be good,” it’s all he said, in a fucking threatening tone which made me laugh.

Fuck savoring every moment, I was losing my mind, and I clearly should have stopped smoking whatever was in those cigarettes.

“What have you given me so far?” I asked without giving it much thought, my legs still open in front of him.

How I wished I was wearing a skirt.

“Amphetamine,” he replied and took an oval mirror out of the drawer.

“Oh,” was all I said, because amphetamine explained the rush of energy and the desire to rip his clothes off, “is that what you usually go for, too?”

“Yes. That, ecstasy, cocaine, heroin, cannabis, LSD, PCP, and so on. I have tried them all, but I try not to get addicted to one particular drug. They’re all different from each other, and it’s quite difficult to get used to a flavor and become loyal to it if you keep switching them. This trick doesn’t work for everyone,some end up in the morgue, but it works for me because I know my body and recognize the signals it gives.”

“You have tried pretty much everything the white death has to offer, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

“Have you ever overdosed?”

He watched me intently.

“No, but I have come close a few too many times.

“But you never seem high,” I concluded, and he smiled.

“I haven’t used that much since I’ve known you.”

“Why?” I asked curiously, and he scooted closer until he spoke over my lips and his fingers reached between my legs, making me wince.

“Because I’m trying to abstain. If I were to get high now…” he left the sentence unfinished as his fingers stroked the sensitive area.

I swallowed and quickly understood.

“Oh,” I repeated, and an erotic smile played around his lips.

“Oh is right. I quit drugs and I’m at the gym every spare second I have to eliminate… what you are doing to me.”

His lips sank to my neck. He’d already told me he hadn’t touched anyone else since he’d met me, and I was only now beginning to believe him.

As if reading my mind, he whispered against my skin, “You know it’s all about you, right? Even though I’m holding back with you, that doesn’t mean there’s anyone else, not even for one night.”

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