Page 291 of Obsession

And those weren’t his words, they were mine.

I dug my nails deeper into his skin.

“If you stop now, I’ll kill you with my own hands.”

I squeezed him between my legs, and he looked at me before leaning in to kiss me. He wasn’t in yet. He had thrust just enough to cause a little pressure.

The phone kept ringing and it was annoying us both.

Harris picked it up and answered it angrily.

“What?” he yelled as his grip on the device tightened.

I couldn’t see the caller, and I couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end because my ears were ringing with rage.

Harris’ face changed and I couldn’t follow his expressions. Ecstasy, fury, shock, fury again, a combination far too complicated for my drunk ass.

“Be right there,” was all he said, and he stood up before I could stop myself.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I yelled.

He left me lying on the bed, my dress bunched around my waist and completely unsatisfied.

He pulled up his pants and then rubbed his palms over his face.

“Fuck, was I about to do that? Take you like that?

“Like that?” I repeated, offended.

He leaned towards me and I backed away from him angrily, but he grabbed my thighs and pulled me towards him.

“You have managed to mess up my control again. I know we’re in a serious relationship now, but that’s not going to happen after you made me jealous with your stupid New York friend.”

Okay, I could see his point, but that didn’t mean I was any less angry.

I pushed him away with my foot this time.

“If you keep putting this off, it might never happen.”

My threat didn’t scare him, but made him smile as he managed to pull me back.

“You’re angry and horny, but you forget who compared herself to a sex toy a while back.”

“And now you’re punishing me for it?

“No,” he kissed me tenderly, “I want you to feel like an cherished girlfriend, worshipped, respected,” he continued, kissing me after each word, “you’ll realize later what a sacrifice I’m making for you right now,” he whispered as he stroked the bandage on my temple.

I clung to the clarity and held it tightly before it flew out the window again. The asshole was as good with his words as he was with his fingers and tongue.

“I know the sacrifice you make, but sometimes I can’t stand it. Your abstinence sucks.”

I arched my back and whimpered slightly as he pressed a kiss between my breasts.

“If it’s annoying for you, baby, it’s hell on earth for me,” he pressed another kiss and then sucked my skin into his mouth, “Don’t ever say you don’t feel like you’re mine again.”

“I said it to break your stupid restraint.”

“I know, but I still don’t like it.”

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