Page 112 of Blades of Obsession

I don’t know if it’s her breathy voice, her obedience, her juicy red ass, or the tears streaming down her cheek, but Ihaveto fuck her right now.

“Fuck, I have to claim you.” My voice is low and rough as I unbuckle my belt and pull my pants down just past my thigh tattoo.

I hear a slight increase in Rowan’s breathing from the back seat. He’s trying to be quiet, but my ears are experts at picking up even the smallest of sounds now. I can’t see him, because I’m taller than the car and can’t see anything inside, but I do see Amelia’s pretty fucking pussy sticking in the air, ready for me.

I thrust into her hard, grunting as her tight cunt takes me in all at once. A testament to how soaking wet she is.

She’s pressing her lips firmly together, trying to keep quiet because of the audience. But we can’t have that. So I grab her hips tighter, and pound into her, fucking the living daylights out of her. Each thrust sends a slapping sound of flesh in the air. Her attempts to stay quiet quickly turn into a series of cries and moans, and I smirk at how easy it was to force them out of her.

Fuck, she feels good.

My nails dig into her hips as I slam into her over and over again. I pull out completely each time, just to plunge into her harder.

Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I turn her head to face the backseat. “Tell him you’re mine,” I grunt, my voice thick with wild possession.

She opens her mouth, but only a strangled pant comes out. I tug her hair harder. “You can’t talk right when I’m deep inside you, huh? But you’re going to fucking do it right now because I told you to. And that’s what you do, right? Whatever I tell you.”

I shift, angling myself to hit the spot that she likes, the spot that makes her go crazy.

With a scream, she manages to get the words out. “I’m his.”

“Tell him that you’re my property and that I own you.”

“I’m his p-property and he owns me.”

“Fuck, Amelia.” The satisfaction that washes over me is nearly overwhelming, and I release my grip on her hair. Her face is buried in the seat, her cries muffled, but I keep going, my hard thrusts syncing with her gasps and moans.

Before I know it, I’m ready to come, my cock swelling inside her. It feels like it’s going to tear her open if it grows any bigger.

I’m glad I’m already on the edge because I know I’m not letting her come this time. She’s going to be desperate and whiny and needy the whole five hour ride home, and Imightlet her come before the night’s over. It’ll be even more torturous when I press the button for her panties throughout the ride, building the ache on her clit even more.

I feel like I need every last drop of my cum deep inside her. But instead, I pull her shirt up and bring her top half to me. I bite down on her neck, groaning while my dick pulsates and rubs against her back, releasing my seed onto it. When I let go of her, she slumps back into the chair, my cum a mess on her back.

I’m still riding the high, my chest heaving as I struggle to steady my breathing. Every time I fuck her, it’s like a drug that completely consumes me, taking over my body and mind. The rush is intense, and I always feel like I’m on cloud nine for at least an hour afterward.

When she tries to get up, I stop her with my hand on the back of her neck. “Ah, ah. Now, did you learn your lesson?”

Her body trembles, her voice whiny. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, Blade,” she whispers.

“So what’s going to happen next time someone does something like that?” I demand, rubbing her reddened ass.

“I’ll move away.”

“Good girl. Now stay.”

I pull her jeans back up, leaving her bent over as I quickly make my way to the backseat. My pulse pounds in my ears, although the good fuck did successfully work to dispel some of my anger. Yanking the door open, I glare at Rowan. “You’re lucky I didn’t kill you. Don’t ever flirt with my wife again if you like your head attached to your fucking shoulders.”

He nods frantically, fear swimming in his eyes, which sends a rush of dopamine through me.Icaused that fear.

“Get out,” I command.

He stammers, hesitating as if he has a choice. “I-I didn’t mean to—”

I reach down and pull a small revolver from my boot, aiming it directly at him. “When I tell you to get out the car, that means you don’t think, you don’t hesitate, you just get out the fucking car.”

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