Page 82 of Whispers of Obsession

“Who are you?” I croak, trying to gain some semblance of control.

He chuckles, the sound sinister in the confined space. “Does it really matter, Cora?”

I shake my head, feeling like I’ve been through enough. “I want to know you. I want to understand why you do this to me.”

He steps closer, his body heat enveloping me. “I do this because you belong to me. You’re part of me now, whether you like it or not.”

I swallow hard, then manage to ask, “How do I belong to you?”

His gaze intensifies, as if I’ve touched on a deep, dark part of myself. “You belong to me in your mind, in your body, in your very soul. I am in you, and you are in me. That is the only way it can be.”

I take a deep breath, trying to process his words. They’re both terrifying and exhilarating, like a rollercoaster ride that leaves me breathless and begging for more. But there’s no turning back now. I’m his, and there’s nothing I can do to change that.

He smirks, the expression sending shivers down my spine. “Now, you know who I am. On your knees.”

I hesitate, but then obey, dropping to my knees before him. His posture reflects his satisfaction as he steps closer.

I suppress a shiver and look up at him, meeting his gaze. “What do you want from me?” I manage to choke out, my voice shaking with fear and desire.

His gaze never wavering, he leans down and whispers in my ear. “I want you to accept your place in my world, Cora. To let go of all other attachments, all other desires, and embrace only me. You belong to me, and you will serve me faithfully.”

My heart pounds in my chest as I think of Slater. I’m torn. I want what the masked man is offering, but to give myself to him entirely? I don’t know if I can do it.

The water cascades down my body, washing away any remnants of my resistance. With a quivering lip, I nod, accepting my fate.

He reaches down, grabbing the back of my head with a firm grip, his fingers digging into my scalp, pain and pleasure mingling as he forces my head back, exposing my throat.

“Good,” he hisses. “Let me make sure you remember who your owner is.”

Without releasing me, he uses his other hand to free his cock, and as soon as he’s exposed, I’m leaning forward eagerly, lips parted in anticipation before he can yank me to him.

I don’t know the exact moment when I lost control, but I know that it was instant. All thoughts of Slater vanish, replaced by the raw hunger for this man before me. As his cock head brushes against my lips, I open my mouth even wider to accept it, feeling his throbbing length fill me.

He pushes deeper, and I meet him with equal force, swallowing him whole until he is buried deep inside my throat. His grip on my hair tightens, and a guttural moan escapes him, mingling with the sound of the cascading water.

His thrusts become more urgent, and my head bangs against the shower wall with each one. The masked man grunts, his breathing ragged as he takes control.

Finally, he groans out a warning, his hips stuttering as pleasure washes over him. “Now,” he growls, “that’s it.”

His seed fills my throat, and I swallow it greedily, eager to please him.

As soon as he’s finished, he pulls away and releases me. I try to stand but stumble, my legs weak from the intensity of our encounter.

“Remember who you belong to, Cora,” he threatens, turning and disappearing from my shower stall, leaving me alone, my skin still prickling with sensation.

I remain in the shower for what feels like hours, trying to process everything that has happened, once again. Eventually, sounds in the bathroom outside shake me out of my trance, and I shut off the water and dry myself.

Wrapped in just a towel, with another wrapped in my hair, and carrying my pajamas and shower things, I pad back alongthe corridor to my bedroom. Slipping inside, I close the door and lean back against it, shutting my eyes and taking several deep breaths.

37

CORA

“Hello, Cora.”

For the second time today, I scream, dropping my shower caddy and clutching my towel to my chest. As if I can somehow keep my thundering heart from breaking free of my rib cage as all the air is stolen from my lungs by terror.

Sean is sitting on my bed, looking way too comfortable and pleased with himself.

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