Page 14 of Obsession

Bastian’s authoritative demeanor masked a deep desire to serve. She had no idea where all of these buried desires were coming from. She felt herself turned on when he ordered her to make simple gestures. She wanted to serve him.

Grayson's cold, but captivating intellect and sharp wit drew Ren into a world beyond anything she would have imagined. He was always quick with his responses full of knowledge from times long gone by.

Callum’s compassionate nature gave way to a passionate intensity that often left her breathless. Ren often found herself imagining the others during the nights she’d spend with Callum.

She could feel Grayson wriggling around inside her head and her soul captivated by Bastian’s power. She wanted to feel that, even while the heat of Callum’s passion filled her heart with fiery lust.

That night after Callum had gone to sleep, she snuck out of his bed and into Bastian’s room. What she found and what she did in that moment would begin a new chapter.

Fifteen

When she entered Bastian’s room she felt a cold weight fall upon her, and a chill bone deep just at her first steps through the door.

She knew it was his room, having followed him there a time or two before. Still, she never was invited in. Always curious of what lies behind that thick wooden door, the pressure to investigate finally outweighed the potential consequences she feared in retaliation from Bastian.

The man in question stood stock still staring at her barely dressed form, only a few steps inside his room.

Uninvited.

He moved so quickly she barely had a chance to gasp much less scream when he slammed her against the wall with his hand around her throat.

Her fear it would seem was not unfounded.

“Well, well.” He chuckled with a grin.

While he held her on her tiptoes against the wall she felt immediate regret in her choice to enter his chambers withoutasking. While another emotion entirely spread throughout her body.

Lust.

Bastian was wearing nothing but his pants. His body’s only mark of imperfection was a keloid scar over his heart that was about the size of the palm of Ren’s hand.

Her eyes continued to peruse him as he held her at arms length against the wall.

He had tone muscles, long lithe limbs, hard planes of abs for days, and an adonis belt that drew a sharp ‘V’ directly to an obvious bulge behind his zipper.

“I thought my brother was keeping you well entertained, pet.”

Ren couldn’t respond. Bastian’s choke hold had her silenced.

She reached up and grasped both hands around his wrist when she realized she was being choked tighter after his last statement. She also realized that she might like that.

Bastian leaned in and pressed their bodies together against the wall. He still held her off the ground slightly, and didn’t lessen his grip around her throat.

He did, however, take a long deep breath. He trailed his nose from her shoulder to the hair tucked behind her ear.

“I can smell him on you, pet.” He growled in her ear.

Ren knew at that moment that she had been captivated by this man from the very first time he had called her that name. She could feel the thrill of what it meant to be his pet as his grip tightened slightly more to the point where her breathing was labored. Her vision tunneled slightly and a weak moan escaped through her parted lips.

“There she is.”

Bastian released Ren and she fell to a heap on the floor on all fours. As she drew in deep breaths, he stood towering over her.

“You fear me, lust for me…now you will do as I say, pet.”

She leaned back on her haunches and placed her hands on her thighs, palms upwards. Her chin still tucked into herself and her eyes drawn down looking only at the floor in front of her.

“You’re not as naive as I took you for...Look at you. Perfectly submitting to me without having to tell you to do so.”

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