Page 35 of Whispers of Obsession

“Cora, Cora, Cora,” he mocks as he holds me down with no difficulty, laughing in my face as I thrash about before jerking me out of the water. “You’re not drowning, Cora. I could hold you here forever if I wanted to. I don’t think you want me to though, do you?”

I shake my head, and he plunges me back under. My brain is firing broken messages to my body, telling it to breathe, but my body is too busy pleading with him for mercy, my lungs unable to draw breath.

He chuckles. “Cora, calm down. Focus on my voice. Focus on my fingers…that’s it…good. I will let you up. When you come for me. So be a good girl, and do it quickly, and you won’t pass out.”

I push my panic down, focusing on his voice… It’s not mechanical anymore. He must be speaking without the mask on. But with water splashing against my ears, I can’t discern the voice at all. Instead, I focus on his fingers, the way they’re working in and out of my body, driving my pleasure higher and higher. I don’t have long, but the danger is part of the thrill that’s turning me on.

The words he’s muttering now are gibberish, but that doesn’t matter. All that matters is that I moan for him and writhe against his hand and come very quickly.

I explode around him, my body shuddering with pleasure as I release around his thrusting fingers. He yanks them out the moment I come, fisting my hair and pulling my head above the surface of the water. I gulp in as much air as I can, crying uncontrollably from the fear, the need to breathe, and the force of my orgasm.

He holds me until I get my breathing under control before hauling me away from the bath and into his arms, ignoring my struggles. He doesn’t let go until I’m limp. He holds me close and strokes my hair with one hand. I blink away the water and stare into the mask which is firmly back in place. As are his gloves.Did I imagine his mouth on me, his non-mechanical voice, the burning heat of his fingers?

“Good girl,” he whispers, before carrying me into my bedroom. I don’t have the strength to ask how he knows his way around my house.

He peels back the covers and deposits me in bed, tucking me in tenderly. My brain is so foggy, my emotions at war with these two sides of him. He’s saved me in the past only to brutally take from me. Tonight he’s taken, but he’s also given me pleasure too. I’m so confused.

“What do you want?” I mumble sleepily, sinking back into the covers as he grabs the blanket from the end of my bed and tosses it over the top of me.

“Right now? I want you to sleep, Cora. Get some rest. Our games are going to get harder. I’ve been kind up until now.”

“Who are you?”

“Maybe you’ll find out one day…maybe you’ll never know. Exciting isn’t it?”

“But…”

“But what?” he asks, the gentleness gone in an instant. The power behind his voice is so dark.

“Will you fuck me again?” I whisper instead, half dreading his answer might be yes, but also terrified it might be no.What’s wrong with me?

He chuckles and shakes his head. “No, Cora. I’m not fucking you, yet. You’re not ready for that. But youaremine, so I will eventually. I’m not fucking you in your heart or your mind, either. I’m wrecking them.”

I frown in confusion, but before I can ask for an explanation, he brings his gloved fingers up to his masked lips, presses a kiss to them, and then places those fingers against my forehead briefly. “Just remember, Cora. So long as I’m the biggestmonster in your life, no one else can hurt you. Only me. Sleep tight, Cora.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I’m convinced I’ll lie there for hours, unable to sleep, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t escape the thoughts in my head, or the aching desire between my legs.

But I’m out like a light before I even hear the door slam.

17

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Pleasuring Cora hadn’t been part of the plan. But she looked so fucking beautiful down on her knees, took my cock in her pretty little throat so well, that I felt she deserved a treat.

It doesn’t make me soft. It makes me smart.

Giving, rather than just taking from my girl, is what will make her fall in love with me. My girl doesn’t know the meaning of the words pleasure and pain. Not yet.

But she will.

She needs to learn to not only accept my brutal pleasure, but to love and crave it.

And she will. My little darkness will crave everything I have to offer.

I’m playing the long game with her. Molding her in my image, taking the time to make her what I need her to be. I’ve got time. Because Cora’s a good girl. So long as no one else gets to her first, she’ll be mine.

I have no qualms killing anyone who tries.

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