Page 48 of Obsession

There isn’t an ounce of fear in those stormy eyes of hers as she gazes back at me. I see something else, though. Something that makes my cock strain against the zipper of my slacks. It’s a trace of lust and submissiveness, tainted with defiance. Her small hands are curled around my wrist, but she isn’t pushing me away. It makes me wonder for just a moment if something is stirring between her legs as well.

Her jaw is tight when she responds, “I don’t know why you’re so upset. I’m just repeating what you said.”

I stare at her, my eyes drawn to her lips. Her lipstick faded hours ago, yet I want to taste them again. This defiant creature with a wary look in her eyes as if she doesn’t quite know what she wants and that luscious mouth that never stops running.

“Don’t,” she hisses at me, her eyes sparking as if she’s fully aware of what I want to do.

“Then push me away,” I challenge, unable to tear my eyes away from her lips.

Fuck, what is it about this girl that’s making it so hard for me to hold on to my own self-control? Why is it that whenever I’m around this damn art student, I feel like a horny sixteen-year-old kid?

I’m leaning into her, holding her in place by her swan-like neck, and she snarls at me, “You said-“

“I say a lot of things,” I growl back against her mouth, my breath ghosting over her lips. “But it seems none of them ever apply to you.”

And when I slam my mouth down on hers, she lets out a quiet gasp that I can feel in her throat.

Addicting.

She tastes addicting.

And I want more.

My other hand is itching to reach under her skirt, part her legs, and have a taste. I want to flip her on her stomach and bury my aching dick inside of her. I want to fuck her until she is hoarse from screams of pure pleasure. I want to put my marks in seen and unseen places on her body.

I kiss her fiercely, desperately, drinking her in,wanting more.Her hand is still holding on to my wrist, and when I give her neck a slight squeeze, a needy whimper escapes her, and her hands go limp.

Fuck, she has a submissive streak.

She likes this.

The realization sends all the blood from my head rushing to the one between my legs as I tighten my hand even more. When her hips arch up, I smile in satisfaction. Vaughn is going to be pissed if he’s even still waiting for me downstairs because right now, I don’t want to go anywhere.

As I devour Megan’s mouth, I fantasize about what she will look like, her pretty red mouth wrapped around my cock as she sits at my feet, painting a picture of both obedience and submissiveness. The mental image almost makes me groan as I hook my feet around her ankles and yank them apart.

Her skirt is riding up, and it takes every ounce of self-control I have not to push it up even further. The quiet gasp that leaves her lips at the quick movement drives me wild, and I can feel my control slipping. My hand is on her bare knee; the soft skin makes me want to mark it and leave something of myself on her so that it’s visible for everyone to see. When that dark thought passes through my head, I snap back to reality.

What the fuck am I doing?

I abruptly pull away from Megan who looks dazed, her eyes hazy with pleasure. There’s no trace of anger or embarrassment on her face, only want. I stare down at her, taken aback by the force of my attraction to this young woman.

This makes zero sense.

All the rules I have created for myself and my world exist for a reason. I put these self-imposed chains on myself because they were needed. And yet here I am, dangerously close to violating my rules forthiswoman.

This beautiful woman.

I see clarity seep into Megan’s eyes and a slow look of horror.

“You – You asshole!” She pushes my hand away, and I immediately grab both her wrists, pinning them beside her head.

“Calm down.”

“I’ll calm down once you leave!” she snarls with fury. “This is the second time today you’ve put your mouth on mine. Just because I work for you doesn’t mean that I’m some toy for you to play around with.”

“I never said you were,” I growl, the leash on my anger snapping. “You’re the one who keeps calling herself that. You’re the one who keeps minimizing whatever this is between us.”

She falls silent as if stunned by my display of temper or the words I’ve just said. I’m not sure which. But Megan isn’t one to be dissuaded that easily, so I’m not exactly surprised when she tries to kick me in the crotch.

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