Page 66 of Obsession

“And not touch you? I really can’t think of a more agonizing torture right now, but I’ll refrain so I can prove to you what I already know.”

My lips pressed together into a thin line, if only because of all the talking. I was already late for school and also sure he wouldn’t stop until I proved him wrong, so I gave my hormones a mental kick, hoping to put them into a coma and not fall any lower afterward, then reached for him.

I pinched his chin between my fingers and frowned. “After this, you leave me alone. This is the last game I’m playing with you.”

He swallowed and nodded.

“And if you touch me, you lose,” he nodded again as he gripped the steering wheel tighter. “I can do whatever I want?”

“Absolutely anything,” his raspy voice turned me on, even though I had not done anything yet.

“Close your eyes,” I demanded.

“No.”

I frowned. “You said whatever I want.”

“You can do whatever you want, but I know you want me to close my eyes because you don’t want me to look at you. Ifnothing affects you, it shouldn’t turn you on when I look at you, should it?”

“You’re such an asshole,” I growled, and he chuckled.

He already knew me so well that I was beginning to doubt that I could fool him.

For the first time today, I allowed myself to really look at him. He was wearing the same type of T-shirt, clearly an Under Armour fan, and black jeans. I didn’t want to focus too much on that part, because the way his legs were slightly spread whilesomethingwas clearly showing, even if he wasn’t aroused yet….Damn!

He was rested as there were no dark circles under his eyes anymore, and he smelled so good I wanted to cry in a corner. His look gave me the urge to continue. I had him under a promise he wouldn’t be able to keep, and I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would actually leave me alone after that. I wasn’t fourteen anymore to be fooled by such things. As long as he knew what he was provoking, nothing would change.

But now he couldn’t touch me, and I was about to torture him until he exploded with tension. I didn’t want to prove that he was turning me on, I wanted to make him break his promise again. So that I could tease him with it later, just like he would tease me with the move I had made.

Smirking, I moved closer to him.

“Innocent? No, that’s something I’ll never be. But you make me want to torture you because I can’t escape you,” his eyes as he sensed the threat gave me such satisfaction. “You… capable of keeping your hands off me? I’m dying to see that,” I grinned as my lips pressed against his jaw.

He swallowed, suddenly tense. “You want to play, demon? Prove your effect on me? Let’s test your resistance, shall we?”

With my hands still on his jaw, I pushed his head to the side and attacked his neck, just as he had done with mine.My lips pressed against his hot skin and his pulse exploded on my tongue. I held nothing back because I was in the mood to unleash pure discomfort.

The effects didn’t delay their appearance; I heard the squeak of the leather, the sound that indicated how tightly he was gripping the steering wheel. He was still resisting me, but I liked that because I wasn’t focused on my pleasure, but on his suffering.

His breathing was intermittent, his body completely tense. The flesh on his bones burned hotter with every kiss. He seemed to grow even bigger next to me, even more menacing, and I was playing with the beast’s endurance.

“You want to know what satisfies me the most?” I whispered against his pulse line, and he swallowed beneath my lips. “Torturing those who piss me off.”

His growl elicited a devilish grin from me. My mouth traveled up his jawline, nearly making him buckle as he moved a little toward me but stopped himself.

I bit down on his earlobe and sank my teeth deep into it until a moan escaped his throat. He began to whisper and curse as my tongue traced thin lines on his chin, while his body tensed even more, if that was possible.

I grinned. It would be blasphemy to say I wasn’t aroused as hell, but in a traitorous way, because I was doing all this, and he wasn’t moving. His own game began to turn against him as another primal moan escaped him, and he banged his head against the headrest.

“Hmm, I don’t remember you making me moan like that.”

“You will… So much, and so loud. You’re going to moan my name in ways you can’t even imagine yet.” He looked at me the way a real demon would. I felt every word that escaped his clenched mouth, and those dark eyes seemed ready to devour my soul.

I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, bit his earlobe again and then kissed his neck erotically. He growled and moaned at the same time and was on the brink of letting go of the steering wheel. His endurance waned as he was on the verge of ripping it off the dashboard.

I had to get him to give in soon, because my own actions were starting to turn against me. Everything was a fucking aphrodisiac. After every kiss, I wanted more. I was starting to fall into his trap, and I would have died rather than give him that satisfaction. His skin smelled like shower gel, but I could also detect a faint scent of tobacco and menthol. I couldn’t get enough of licking over his pulse, and that was bad. I could feel his veins pumping under his skin, swollen, pulsing on my lips.

The wildness that blazed inside him excited me the most. My stupid imagination went crazy, and I began to imagine what he would be capable of if I gave him the reins.

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