Page 67 of Obsession

His body stiffened so much that I was afraid he would spontaneously burst into flames. He closed his eyes of his own accord and growled at the damn promise he had made. Finally, I realized the other effect I was having on him. His erection was almost breaking through his jeans, and I struggled not to swallow down the dryness in my throat.

To say it was…impressivewould have been an understatement.

A plan formed in my head as I gave him a devilish grin.

“Are you ready to give in?”

“No fucking way,” he growled, narrowing his eyes. “Not until you lose that fucking control you can barely hold on to.”

I grinned. My control was fine, the satisfaction of watching him on the edge of agony was exquisite.

“Wanna bet I can make you lose it in five seconds?” I repeated the threat he’d made yesterday before he had slid his hand down my pants.

He swallowed but remained silent.

I sank my teeth into his jaw and gripped his throbbing member with my other hand. His eyes snapped open, and a powerful moan escaped his lips as I squeezed harder. It was difficult to do it through his jeans, but I managed.

His eyes flashed madly at me, and I grinned, running my hand over his length once.

That was all it took.

“Fuck it,” I heard his angry growl before he lunged at me.

I’d expected to be pulled into a kiss, but what he did was far worse for my hormones and my sanity. His hands, in which every muscle was already tense, gave way in the most insane way.

He grabbed my tank top and ripped it across my chest.

I gasped because that was the last thing I had expected. He pushed me back with both arms and then his mouth came down on me.

I couldn’t stifle my scream as his teeth dug into my breast, over my bra. He didn’t kiss me on the lips, he was too rabid for that. He wanted to bite, to cause pain, to give free rein to his rage. I let go of his erection and held on to his T-shirt. It was too late for me to stop it.

And… devil take me, I wasn’t going to stop it. I was the one who tortured him, but even my resistance had reached its limit, and there was no way I could stop what was happening, no matter what his plans were.

As his wild fury subsided somewhat, his mouth softened, but that was even harder to take, especially when his tongue began to run over my breasts and reach the space between them. He began to suck, lick, moan and completely unravel me. He pushed me back as far as I could go, manipulating my body, knowing what a dancer – who could bend in all sorts of ways -was able to do. Without years of training, I wouldn’t have been able to bend that far, my spine would have snapped.

Harris’ moans showed how fascinated he was. When I whimpered, a primal growl escaped him. He paused as his teeth dug into my bra. He took a deep breath and kept his face glued to my breasts. Breasts that pulsed with pain caused by the bites, pain that I was too aroused to feel properly, and while he cursed how much he had lost his mind because of me, he pulled us back to the starting position.

My head was spinning. Our breathing was frantic and neither of us had anything to say. We both swallowed at the same time. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, then his gaze slid down to my cleavage.

“Fuck,” he cursed, only now realizing what he had done to me.

I cursed too and tugged at my tank top, but there was no way I could fix it; it was ripped to my belly button.

Harris looked at his watch.

“First period started ten minutes ago, so there’s no need to rush. I can take you home to change.” He licked his lips and looked down at my breasts again.

I grumbled and curled up in my seat.

“You and your stupid experiments.”

He grinned.

“So, we agree that we’re both guilty of what’s going on? Maybe you enjoyed torturing me, but I felt every breath you took, every whimper. The way you moved told me you wanted to climb on top of me. And don’t even get me started on your reaction afterwards…”

“Fine,” I blurted out, trying to stop him. “I got it.”

He grinned like an asshole, started the engine, turning the car around in the middle of the street, the commotion sending me crashing into the door. He played with the car while heplayed with me. I was still trying to cover my breasts when he pulled up in front of my house.

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