Page 79 of Obsession

“He saw you on Monday. He wanted to… court you, that is, get into your pants, and I had a little chat with him.”

I gasped, and his hands stroked my back soothingly. My head was spinning, full of theories I couldn’t piece together.

“Don’t you want the same thing, though?” I asked, voicing one of the hypotheticals.

If Joshua wanted this and Harris was defending me, that just meant Harris wanted me for himself. Nothing more.

“I could have done it a few minutes ago, and I didn’t.”

My mouth opened again, but no words came out. I wanted to protest his answer somehow, but as hard as I tried, I could not think of the right argument.

“You asked me to stop you.”

The giggle he let out sounded a little dangerous.

“And you think I would have asked you that if I just wanted to fuck you? I would have taken you blindly, you probably would have given in, and then you would have really hated me. I don’t want us to end up like that.”

The air escaped my nose, but I didn’t disagree. As he spoke, his lips continued to trace over my abdomen.

“Where do you want us to end up, Harris? Where do you want this all to go? Because on the other side of that door, you’re with someone else and I… I don’t even know what the fuck I am anymore.”

He massaged my hips beneath my top.

“You’re what I desire most right now, Katherine. That’s all that matters.”

Maybe that was all that mattered to him, but not to me. He said it like I was a new favorite toy. How stupid I had become! I was just that: a new toy for him. He would get bored with me as soon as another caught his attention, and until that moment, there was no telling how far gone for him my heart would get.

“Why did you beat up Zac?” I changed the subject, and he didn’t seem amused by the question.

“I think you know why.”

“He was just trying to help,” I continued, and he bit down on my top.

“How could he have helped you? He would have taken you to the nurse, and you’d be in a hospital or on your way to rehab right now. Is that the help you want?”

I sighed. “No! But what if he pressed charges against you? Him or Joshua. You nearly disfigured both of them.”

Harris chuckled, warming my skin.

“Would you want that? Whose side are you on? Mine or theirs?” he continued in a dangerously passionate tone as his lips dabbed kisses on my abdomen.

I swallowed. Whose side was I on? I had no idea. My mind was still foggy after what had happened in the changing room. I definitely wasn’t on Joshua’s side, but I was having a hard time deciding between Harris and Zac.

“My side! I’ll end up a lamb to the slaughter between you two,” I finally replied, and he chuckled again.

“They won’t report it,” he spoke adamantly, almost amused.

I wrinkled my nose in frustration. It was impossible to get any information out of him while he was learning everything from me like it was no big deal.

“How long do we have to stay here?” I sighed, ending the discussion, and trying to pull away from him.

“As long as we want.”

He seemed aroused again as his nose brushed over the fabric of my shirt. I swallowed and refrained from responding, but winced when I heard a loud bang from the other room.

“Hmm, looks like they got in,” confirmed Harris, not moving away from my abdomen.

“What if they come in here?” I asked, because the thought terrified me.

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