Page 82 of Blades of Obsession

“You’re hurt.”

“It’s nothing,” I insist, trying to pull him back to me. “Just keep going.”

He shakes his head, cupping my face. “Let’s wait until you’re healed.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

I’m the one hurt, so I should get to decide if I’m up to doing it or not. This is bullcrap.

“Screw you!” I yell, not sure where the outburst comes from, maybe all the emotions I’ve been carrying the last few days. When he furrows his brows and doesn’t react, I keep on. “You hurt me all the time and we still have sex after. So why care now?”

His eyes darken with something I can’t quite place, but he stays quiet. More frustratingly, he doesn’t move to give me what I want. I don’t know what irritates me more—the silence or the inaction.

“You are so selfish! And you know what? There’s a load of guys downstairs, I’ll ask one of them.” I quickly hop off the bed and take two steps. “I don’t need you—”

Before I know it, I’m staring at the ground as I’m lifted over his shoulder, my t-shirt sliding down. When he lands three hard smacks down on my ass, I clench my teeth to hold in a wince.

After throwing me down on the bed, he grabs me by the hair and pulls me to him, whispering hoarsely in my ear, “Don’t get somebody down there fucking killed tonight, Amelia.You’re mine.”

My panties dampen, and my breathing becomes shallow as if I just ran a marathon. I look back, and the smirk on his lips tells me he knows exactly the effect his words have on me.

Then, his large hand comes into contact with my ass again. The combination of the pain and whatever is happening in between my legs turns me into a whimpering mess.

“You’re trying to be a little slut and givemybody away.”

As he continues to rain down smacks, I can barely stop myself from pushing against his hand to alleviate the ache inside me. I yell into the pillow as the blows grow harder, radiating warmth from my backside.

“Everyone down there is gonna hear you and know what a bad little slut you’ve been.”

After what feels like twenty-five smacks, he flips me around, and I see that he’s already taken off his pants. He immediately grabs a punishing grip on my hair and guides my mouth to his cock.

He’s rough, shoving his dick to the back of my throat mercilessly as he holds my head in place. His hips thrust up and down in a steady rhythm. Is it bad that I’m getting off on him using my mouth in any way he pleases?

I claw at his legs, but he doesn’t let up. He reaches over and smacks my ass again, and I can’t help but moan while he’s still at the back of my throat.

“Shit,” he groans, throwing his head back.

I thrash around when I run out of air. Just when I think I’m going to pass out, he lifts me off his dick. I greedily gulp in as much breath as I can, but he only gives me two seconds before he shoves me back down.

It doesn’t take long to run out of air this time. My jaw is getting tired and going slack, but he continues to ravish my mouth. Again, when I think I can’t hold on any longer, he pulls me back up.

“Please—”

Before I can even finish the sentence, I’m down again—choking, spitting, tears running down my face. I must look like a mess right now.

He lets me up again. This time, he gives me a couple of extra seconds to fill my lungs, but I soon find out why. Because when he pushes me down this time, he pinches my nose, cutting off every single one of my air supplies.

I struggle like crazy, my chest burning with the need for air. I sputter and cough, the world turning into a muted, muffled chaos of spit and choking as my vision blurs.

When he lifts me again, he keeps me up this time. I’m a mess of heavy breathing.

“Page 239 of your current read. You highlighted it,” he says, placing me on my back. “You said don’t be gentle, right?”

I nod, taking a few moments to catch my breath. “I want you to make me forget. And erase his touch off of me. Please.”

He plunges inside me, and my head rolls back from the force of it. I can barely scream from my hoarse throat, but it still pierces the air as his cock tears through me.

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