Page 290 of Obsession

Now I got my answer.

Harris held me so tightly that I felt my bones crack, then he lifted me up and threw me onto the bed. My already dizzy brain shook from the impact. In one motion, he pulled off his tank top and was on top of me. He devoured my lips, my tongue, and my words, and I didn’t even have time to whimper.

“You don’t feel like you’re mine? We’re about to change that.”

He pushed my dress up, and all the hormonal activity inside me leapt through the ceiling, right between those little lights.

He leaned over me and clamped my earlobe between his teeth.

“You want to make love, baby?”

I froze. He said it differently, in a way that sounded anything but romantic.

The devil was toying with me, grinning against my ear.

“Or, let me rephrase the question,” he paused, breathing in my skin and the madness seeping from my pores, “You want me to fuck you?”

My eyes widened as those few words instantly took my breath away.

“Do you want me to rip that innocence that I cherish so much to shreds?”

I had already gotten more than I deserved, as only hearing him say it brought me to the very edge.

“Say it,” I felt his teeth grit as he became the dangerous monster he had always protected me from.

“Yes,” I breathed.

I wish I could have said more. I wish I could have answered his challenge in the same agonizing way, but I did not have the words.

That word was enough for him.

He sank his teeth into my skin, right over the spot he’d kissed, and I moaned and screamed at the same time.

He managed, I had no idea how, to undo my dress and then it was easy for him to pull it down and expose my breasts. I wasn’t wearing a bra because V wouldn’t allow me to. His moans echoed through my veins, burning my skin, and I writhed beneath him as he took one nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard, possessively, to the brink of pain as he bunched my dress around my waist, exposing only the parts that were of interest to him.

Harris didn’t bother to remove my underwear, but ripped it off me as he usually did. The thin lace did not stand a chance and immediately collapsed under the brute force he exerted on me.

I reached between us for his belt, then unzipped his pants.

He couldn’t get away from me. No way.

He sat up on his knees and pushed his pants off his thighs.

I moaned, whimpered and swallowed within seconds. I’d touched him before, but I’d never seen him like this. So close and… fuck me, so big and erect.

He didn’t give me much time to admire him as he leaned over me and captured my lips in a pulverizing kiss. He had lost all control and forgotten all the plans he had in his head because all that radiated from him was wild, masculine, raging lust.

“Harris,” I moaned his name, only to drive him deeper down the rabbit hole, even though it pleasured me to say it.

He moaned over my lips as I felt him hovering over the right spot. Without meaning to, I tensed as he positioned himself between my legs.

I used his body as an anchor and clung to him as I raked my nails down his back.

His teeth grazed my neck as he thrust, but I only had a second to whimper before he stopped as a phone rang next to my head. His phone.

Harris blinked, as if waking from a high. He looked at the phone, then at me, then closed his eyes and muttered a curse.

No. No. Fuck, no! No.

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