Page 103 of Blades of Obsession

Pulling away from the kiss, I grab Arden’s hand and place it on my ass, mimicking the time Jacob did it in the bar bathroom. Blade still doesn’t react. He just stands and walks out of the room like nothing happened.

The Blade from a few days ago would’ve never let this slide. He would’ve dragged me off him, probably by my hair, and that’s what I wanted. I wanted him to dosomething—yell, get angry, storm off. But no, the bastard just left calmly. Does he not love me anymore? The thought pierces my chest like a knife.

No, he’s not getting away that easily.

I chase after him, leaving everyone in the living room exchanging shocked glances.

When I reach his room seconds after he does, I shove my foot in the doorway before he can close it. Once inside, I slam the door behind me with a bang.

“I hate you!” I scream, pounding my fists against his chest as he backs up toward the bed. Tears of frustration—and not just from Blade, from everything—pour down my face. “I hate you! You ruined everything! And now you have the nerve to not care?!”

He collapses onto the bed, and I land on top of him, sobbing into his chest. His hand rests loosely on my back as I let out everything I’ve been holding in. “Why did you ruin everything?” I sniffle, my body shaking with each sob.

He rubs my back for a minute until my cries calm down. “Are you done?” he asks. I nod, my tears soaking his shirt. “Are you ready to stop acting the way you have?” Another nod. “Are you ready to stop being stubborn and be in a relationship?” I whimper and nod again.

His hand moves to my neck, and the pressure slowly increases until I can barely breathe. “Then that means we’re going to do thingsmyway. You better have all your clothes off in the next five seconds.”

I look up at him, my eyes wide, a mixture of fear and something else I can’t quite place. My gaze silently askswhy?, though I can’t voice the question, not with his grip on my throat.

His hand trails from my neck to my cheek, his thumb brushing against the skin. “Oh, angel, did you really think I’d let you get away with that stunt downstairs? You walked right into my trap, like a little bunny. Now you’re trapped in here with me. And I’m going to ruin you so thoroughly, fuck you so deeply, you won’t have room in that pretty little head of yours to eventhinkabout another guy.”

I whimper.

“And by the time I’m done, you’re going to bebeggingto come,” he whispers, voice low and lethal. “I’ll reduce you to a whimpering, whining mess, so desperate you’ll do anything just for a chance to release. You won’t even remember your own name, only how badly you need me to let you come. You’ll beg, and if—and that’s a big if—I let you have it, you’ll thank me like it’s the only thing keeping you alive.” He tilts my chin up, his grip tightening ever so slightly. “You’re mine and mine only, pretty girl. Always have been, always will be. It’s time you learned that.”

Chapter 39

AMELIA

I back up on the bed, gasping for air, my chest heaving as I stare at him. He doesn’t say a word. Then again, he doesn’t need to because his steel blue-grey eyes do all the talking for him. They’re dark, almost predatory as he looks at me. I’d do anything to get a glimpse of what’s inside his head right now.

He’s been like this for anhour. Fucking me ruthlessly, senselessly, like an animal starved of food. Only, I’m the meal and he’s never full. He’s came two times already. Going back and forth between fucking me and fingering me, using vibrators on me, his tongue on my clit. Sometimes spanking me in between. But never letting me come. The edging is unbearable, and he shows no signs of stopping anytime soon.

He doesn’t care that I need a break, a break I’ve been asking for the past twenty minutes. My body is a confused mess of both wanting and resisting. He grabs me by the ankle and yanks me back down to the edge of the bed.

“Please,” I rasp, my voice hoarse from screaming.

He slaps my pussy, hard. “You wanted this, remember? It’s why you did that whole big show downstairs to piss me off, so I’d react like this.” His voice is rough. “So shut the fuck up and take it.”

He sinks into me, pounding away, ignoring my pleas yet again, digging deep like he’s aiming for my damn stomach.

The strokes arehard.

Fast.

Relentless.

It feels like he’s going to break me in half—or worse, shatter my damn cervix. I can barely take it, but he’s making me. And that’s what’s driving me to a whole new level of pleasure. I’ve never felt so in tune with my body, so in control of it—and it’s crazy that it takes him taking control for me to learn it in ways I never imagined. Before he came along, I couldn’t even make myself come. Now, I can’t stop the orgasms when he touches me.

He picks up speed, I don’t know how because it seemed like he was already going a hundred miles per hour. I didn’t know it was possible to be fucked this fast and hard.

Every time I get right to the edge, he stops. Only to start up again a minute later when my building orgasm goes away. I’m so embarrassingly wet and throbbing and burning withneed, I’m afraid if I move and accidentally rub my clit on the bed, I’ll come right here and now.

The overstimulation mixed with the edging istoo much. God, it’s too much.

I’m sore—my pussy, my clit, my nipples, my whole body. Has all been used and abused for the past hour.

He bends my legs back at an uncomfortable angle, gripping my thighs tightly and using them as an anchor to hold me still. I cry out. Meanwhile, he hasn’t made a sound. Not a grunt or a groan like usual. Like he’s not present right now and can’t even feel the sex, just a robot letting all of his anger out.

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