Page 70 of Obsession

I swallowed and forced a wry smile onto my lips.

“It’s just the drugs.”

And your fingers.

For the first time, he did not seem to be able to read my mind. Not even he would have expected me to be so insane.

The drug pulsed warmly in my veins, and I could already feel the energy blossoming inside me. He pulled out the syringe and bent his head to kiss the new red dot. I was grateful that he had injected me in the same place, because I did not want my arm to be full of red spots. His lips brushed gently and passionately over my skin. I shuddered.

“Tell me what’s wrong because I know… I feel there is something, and it’s not the drug.”

His lips were still so close to my arm, but they weren’t touching me anymore.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore, and I didn’t even try, because the drug had turned my brain to dust.

“Your fingers…” I blurted out.

“My fingers?”

“Yes.”

He stared at me, then lifted his hand and slowly touched my bottom lip with the tip of his thumb.

“Tell me where you want them.”

“Harris,” I almost groaned, but I managed to stifle it and closed my eyes.

He leaned closer to me until I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“All you have to do is ask, baby.”

I opened my eyes, but I didn’t look at him, the universe seemed to explode in front of me. I hadn’t heard him right; I was sure of it. The drug had played a trick on me. It was impossible that he had called me that.

He took my chin between his fingers and turned my head towards him, our lips so close it was painful.

“Ask me to do it. I need to hear you say it so you can’t back out anymore. Two words. Tell me where you want my fingers.”

Inside me.

Arousal howled so loudly in my ears that my eardrums almost burst. I gritted my teeth and looked straight ahead, my body moving without my permission, losing all sense of control as Harris’s hand traveled down my abdomen. It moved to the spot that burned like it had never burned before. He knew exactly what I wanted, but he was waiting for me to say it.

If I gave in, there would be no say where we would end up. We were still in the parking lot of the school, prying eyes watching us. I heard Harris’s teeth grinding in my ear, his control hanging by a thread, all his strength focused on not throwing himself at me.

With the last remnants of sanity, I grabbed him by the shoulders and pushed him back into his seat.

“We’re late enough,” I said quickly, searching for the bag that had fallen at my feet, so I’d have a reason not to look at him.

Harris sighed, all the pain in the world seeming to seep out of him. His fingers clenched into fists, then he ran them through his hair.

He leaned back and closed his eyes, his erection massive again. We remained silent until the excitement had subsided. The students outside should have been in class by now, but the courtyard was still almost full. Maybe it seemed like an eternity, when in reality it only took five minutes.

“You know this torment will turn against you one day, don’t you?” he spoke, his eyes still closed.

I frowned at him, “What do you mean?”

He opened his eyes and looked at me. Menacingly.

“I mean… When you tempt a monster too much without offering it at least a drop, it will eventually catch up, and when it does… it will be thirstier than you can imagine.”

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