Page 36 of Obsession

There is dark amusement in those grey eyes of his as he holds up a tag. “You forgot to take this off.”

My lips part in shock, but he doesn’t move back, standing so close to me that I can smell his expensive cologne. I don’t know what to do. I want to move back, but my body won’t let me. It’s as if I’m stuck in a frozen solid state.

I’ve never felt this way around anyone, not even Ricky, but this older man who exudes danger and wealth and everything forbidden makes me want to do things that no nice girl should ever think of. Because if he told me to drop to my knees this very instant, I definitely would, and I wouldn’t give a shit if he was recording it.

“I told you not to look at me like that,” he practically growls.

“Like what?” I ask, hoarsely, unable to look away from his piercing gaze.

The look in his eyes holds dark promises that make me suddenly damp between my legs.

His hand comes up, and he caresses my cheek with one finger before trailing it down all the way to my chin and tilting my head up, firmly, “Like you want me to splay you over my desk and fuck you until you scream.”

The soft, needy whimper that escapes my lips is unintentional and Mr. Middleton’s eyes become a furnace. My whole body is burning with need and confusion and desire arerunning rampant within me. I need to get a hold of myself, but I can’t seem to think straight.

“I have rules though, Miss Taylor,” he breathes, and yet his eyes are drawn to my mouth. “I won’t break them for you.”

His words are firm, but his body language is confusing me. He continues to hold me in place with his piercing gaze, almost as if he’s daring me to be the one to break his rules first.

So let me go,I scream internally.

Turn your back,I say to myself.

Walk away.

But it’s as if he is taking great delight in my torture. He moves closer until my body is pressed against his. Along with a delicious amount of desire moving through my body, there are also red, loud alarm bells ringing in my head.

DANGER!

As I gain my resolve and try to move away, the front of my shirt pulls open, and half of my chest is on display for Mr. Middleton to see. His eyes dart toward my breasts before he drawls, “Now, this wouldn’t be an attempt to seduce me, would it?”

His taunting words are like a bucket of cold water thrown on me, and reality slaps me in the face. What the hell am I doing?

I step back, my hand instinctively seizing the parted top and pulling it together.

“I came to ask you...I wasn’t trying to...“

I feel like a fool when I can’t get the words out. My head is swimming in a mixture of emotions, and none of them are good. I’m angry, horny, and embarrassed. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Forget it,” I hiss. “I just came to. Never mind, it doesn’t matter.”

My body is trembling as I rush towards the door. This whole day has been one hellish blunder after another: my dayat school, the shopping excursion, and the overpriced dinner. All of this special treatment was probably all a game to him. An opportunity to bag the mouthy, inexperienced college girl. A ruse, like Ricky, and like every other fucking thing in my life. And I almost fell for it... again.

I’ve barely reached the door when a hand on my shoulder whirls me around and slams me against the wooden structure, making me gasp.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” he growls.

His expression is tight, his eyes narrowed, and then he snakes his hand behind my head, grabs a fistful of hair, and yanks it back before he slams his mouth down on mine.

There is nothing sweet or tender about the way he kisses me. It’s hot and dark and hungry. It’s delivered with total dominance and wanton desire, and my body melts like butter as he forces his tongue into my mouth. It’s almost as if he’s punishing me...but in the best way possible.

A guttural moan escapes my lips as he presses his hard body against mine, and I can barely register the painful throb in my nipples as they harden into tight points. He’s not gentle by any means, taking and taking my mouth until my head is dizzy and filled with just him.

He licks the inside of my mouth in a filthy manner and I want to open my legs and beg him to stuff his dick inside me because I desperately need some relief. I want to be used by him. I feel like I’ve been aching for him ever since we locked eyes that night at Table 21.

My scattered thoughts make no sense as they’re filled with illicit desires and fantasies, all meshing into one. His other hand is sliding across my stomach, mapping out my waist, trailing heat on the covered skin.

Fuck me hard is what I really want to scream, but I only manage to utter his name in the breathiest of voices. “Mr.Middleton.” I’m hoping he understands what I’m asking. What I need.

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