Page 5 of His Obsession

I step outside andit’s still dark. The lights in Laura’s house are still off, so I don’t think I’ll be running into her. I intentionally got out here thirty minutes early just to avoid her.

I put my earbuds in and start my jog down the sidewalk. I make ten laps to do five miles total, so it will be light outside by the time I finish. Running will be harder in the winter, but I will still do it. The cold is good for you.

I get one lap in when I see that the lights in Lucian’s house are on. I don’t know his routine like the others, so I'm not sure if that is typical. I know he was out of town for a little while when I moved in here, but I don’t know what for if he doesn’t work. Although, it would probably be a vacation.

I get lost in my thoughts and I’m out of breath now, so I slow down and stop when I get to the far side of the neighborhood where there are no houses. I am completely shrouded by trees so no one can see me dying from lack of oxygen over here.

I feel a hand slide from one hip to the other as an arm snakes around my abdomen. When they grab hold of my waist and spin me to face them, I gasp slightly when I see it's Lucian, but I don’t move. He slowly and gently moves his hand up my waist and across my chest, taking the opportunity to pinch my nipple that is showing though my shirt. Lucian wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pulls me against his body

“Lucian,” I choke out.

“Sweet Elise,” he says softly. “I wonder if you taste as delicious as you look?”

“W-what are you d-doing?” I ask, my voice cracking. I’m not emotional or scared. I am suddenly so turned on that I can’t function. This man has me fucking dripping, and he has hardly done anything besides sneak up on me.

“Whatever I want,” he says, brushing his lips across mine. “I own the town. I own the people. And soon, my dear Elise… I’ll own you.”

“You won’t,” I say with more force. He chuckles and runs his hand down the front of my pants when his fingers push inside of me, I separate my legs more and grip onto his biceps.

“You’re soaked, Elise,” he says as he starts to fuck me with his hand. His palm is grazing my clit perfectly, and it takes my breath away. “I will make you mine, Elise. You will bow to me… serve me… please me… until then, I will be everywhere. No matter where you go or what you do, I’ll be watching.”

“Why?” I ask, nearly moaning.

“Because I get what I want, and I want this tight little cunt to weep for me. Looks like it’s working. Hmm?” he asks. He moves faster and my moans get more desperate. I drop my gaze and watch him work my body. My legs are trembling, and I want to come so badly.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I whimper.

“You haven’t earned that yet,” he tuts before abruptly stopping. I whine as all of the feelings he created disappears. He brings his fingers to my lips, and I look up at him as I suck his fingers clean. The sweet taste of my arousal bursts in my mouth and makes me want to come even more now.

When he pulls his hand away, I take a step back and decide to stand strong. “I bow to no one, and I can certainly get myself off without help as well,” I say with a cold tone before pushing past him to jog back toward my house. What the fuck was that, and why was it so hot?

When I get into the house, I throw the door shut and go straight to the shower. I need to put out the fire he just ignited in me. I don’t date, so I certainly don’t let my arrogant neighbor finger fuck me in the middle of the street. What the fuck is wrong withme? I step into the ice-cold water, and it snatches the air from my lungs when it shocks my body. Over time, I relax and return to a calmer state. I refuse to get off thinking about him. I won’t do it. The second I come with him on my mind, I’ll be willing to let him do more. It’s obvious he is used to having control over people, so I won’t let him have control over me.

I have to go into town today to get some groceries. When I get out of the shower, I get dressed in a cute white skirt with a pastel pink tank top. I match it with sandals, and I love it. I may act like a grump, but I still enjoy happy things. I find joy in bright colors and cute patterns. You just can't tell because I hide it behind my resting bitch face. I learned a long time ago that if I look approachable, I’ll get hurt more often. If I look like a bitch, people tend to stay away from me.

I step out of the house and walk to my car. I can feel his eyes on me, but I refuse to look up until I hear Laura’s voice. “Hey, Elise,” she says.

“Hey, Laura. How are you?” I ask.

“Oh, I am wonderful. Errands?” she asks in reply. Lucian is beside her and has made it known that he plans on openly stalking me, so I lie.

“Yeah. I need to get my car serviced and run by the post office,” I say.

“You coming tonight?” she asks.

“Yeah, you coming tonight, Elise?” Lucian asks with heavy emphasis on coming.

“Haven’t decided,” I say to Laura with a sweet smile. “I’ll let you know.”

“Okay. Have a good day,” she says, clueless as to what Lucian just implied. I slip into my car and look at Lucian as I lock my doors. I have a feeling not even a lock will keep him away from me.

I go to the grocery store as planned, but when I get parked, I start wondering about my mom. If she’s from here, maybe someone knows where she is. Aunt Jennifer never mentioned her, but I know they were sisters. I’m curious if she’s alive or not. I know nothing about my family's medical history, so that would be nice to know.

I decide to go to the library instead, and I’ll go to the grocery store after. This town is so small, I can just leave my car here and walk there. When I get out and lock my doors, I turn to see Lucian is getting out of his car. He’s not looking at me. I’m not even sure if he sees me. I duck down behind a truck and walk around the row of cars so I can get to the sidewalk. When I get there, Lucian is gone. I don’t know if he got inside fast or if he went back to his car, but I focus back on getting to the library.

“Hi,” the older lady behind the desk says when I walk in. “Can I help you find something?”

“Uh. Yeah, actually. I recently moved here from California. I grew up in foster care out there, but I was told that I was bornhere. My aunt passed a few years ago, so I know she had family here at least,” I explain. “Do you keep birth records or census information?”

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