Page 53 of Arran's Obsession

Then I tipped back her chin, swiping up a stray droplet that tried to escape. “Swallow. Take me inside you for good.”

Every drop disappeared down her throat.

Satisfaction rebounded, but I was far, far from satiated. This had been a fucking spectacular start, but the guilt only got stronger. Along with memories I couldn’t contain.

Chapter 17

Genevieve

With his hand gripping the back of my neck, Arran marched me to the mansion. I practically vibrated with need. Panted with it. A taste of him, and I was lost. His groan of pleasure had me almost coming myself, though I couldn’t touch my body where I needed it most.

I wished I’d been able to see his face, but the expression in his eyes over the mask had been enough. How his gaze had fixed on me. How it’d shuttered closed right before he fell.

From the way he manhandled me now, certainty in every stride and his grip on me tight, his free use of me wasn’t done yet. That had just been a starter. A taster for me. Literally. The masculine flavour of him was on my tongue. My lips, too, every time I licked them.

My desperation hadn’t eased any, but some small satisfaction had joined it. He wanted me. Maybe just as much as I wanted him.

I had the rest of the night to find out exactly how much.

At the back door to the huge house, he shoved it open and guided me through to the end of the hall. He locked it behind us then stopped me with a small shake of the scruff of my neck.

“Strip.”

I threw an anxious glance down the brightly lit corridor, and at the staircase that ran upward. No other voices could be heard, and all the kids would be long in bed, but any one of the adults could walk by. The questionHere?was on the tip of my tongue, but I kept it in. He wanted my silence and obedience. I’d give him that.

Slowly, and with my gaze on him, I peeled the cropped shirt I’d been running in off my sweaty body, then unhooked my sports bra. My exposed breasts tingled, my nipples hardening even more than when I’d been blowing him.

Arran’s gaze flew to them, his shorts already tented again, but he didn’t move.

Next, I hooked my fingers into my running shorts and tugged them down my legs, leaving my body completely naked. Without much else to do in the past couple of days, I’d taken care of myself, using up the little tube of moisturiser that had been in my bag and shaving where needed using the razor I presumed to be his.

Armour against his steely focus.

“Kneel on the stairs,” he continued, his voice cold and infuriatingly calm.

Shivering, I crept to the base of the staircase, climbing up a few to drop to my knees on the chilly stone.

Arran swivelled a finger, indicating I turn to face away. “Now on all fours with your hands a few steps higher and your head down.”

Breathing out, I placed my palms onto the stair beside my head, my body on display and nothing hidden from his scrutiny. I pictured what I looked like to him, giving him an eyeful of my pussy.

Or anyone else who walked by.

“Ass out. Widen your knees,” was his next command.

My pulse skittered, the insistent thump of need only getting stronger. Now there was absolutely nothing concealed of my wet core. It could’ve been humiliating, but I’d do it if it meant him joining me, crowding me from behind. Fucking into me right here.

Again, my pussy pulsed, desperately needing to be filled. Cool air touched the damp at my thighs. I’d dripped for him when his dick had been in my mouth. My arousal had only gotten worse since.

A door creaked somewhere nearby, a person moving.

I jumped and peered around. Arran had tugged down his bandanna so his face was no longer hidden.

“Did I tell you to move?” he said.

The footsteps came closer. Anxiety took hold of me, and I swung my head back around and gripped the edge of the step, listening hard for clues to how close the person was getting. I didn’t want to be seen like this. His family might hate me, but I didn’t want them to think any worse of me.

Or see me in such an intimate, exposed position.

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