Page 88 of Blades of Obsession

“She is,” a familiar deep voice responds.

I freeze, then slowly turn around. Blade’s eyes are locked on me, burning with an intensity that sends a tingle through my skin. He inhales sharply, his eyes darkening with desire. I glance down to realize the top of my dress is pulled down, leaving my breasts exposed.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, voice rough, his eyes devouring me. “Every time I look at them, it’s like the first time all over again.”

He’s always had a thing for my boobs. Sometimes I think he likes them more than he likes me, with the way he’s always giving them attention.

He steps closer, locking the door behind him with a soft click. He doesn’t say anything, just stares, taking in every inch of me, the hunger in his eyes raw and unapologetic.

His hand reaches out, fingers grazing my skin before he palms my breast, rubbing his thumb over the nipple until it pebbles. Still, he says nothing, like he’s in a trance by looking at me.

“Aiden,” I finally manage to whisper. The sound of his name seems to break the spell.

He leans in closer, his lips grazing my ear.“Wanna play a game?” he whispers against the shell. It sends a shiver down my spine.

“What kind of game?” I ask, my voice breathy and strained.

“Get on your knees and get me off before Frankie comes back, and you can pick a reward. But if you lose, I get to tie you up and dowhateverI want to you.”

The emphasis on whatever sends heat rushing through my body, my breath quickening. The intensity in his low, deep voice, laced with both promise and threat, makes my core clench on its own.

“O-okay.” I sink to my knees in front of him.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he murmurs, cupping my chin, looking down at me. I’m realizing I like being on my knees for him, looking up, waiting for him to tell me what to do next. “You always know how to make me happy.” He reaches for his belt and opens it enough to slide his pants down. “Now, let’s see if you can earn that reward.”

“Can the reward be going to my dad’s house?”

I don’t actually want to go, but I need to know why he’s so angry about it—and gauge his reaction to see how serious the situation is.

His face hardens in an instant, like he has some internal switch he can flip. His hand flies to my throat, gripping it as he hauls me to my feet and pushes me against the wall. My back hits the cool surface, the impact making me gasp.

“Ask to go to your dad’s house one more time. Do it.” His tone is so cold it could freeze hell over.

I stay silent, my heart pounding. His grip on my neck sends a thrill through me—fear, excitement, all tangled together.

His voice lowers to a growl, vibrating through my very being. “I’m only going to say this once, so listen closely. If I say you’re not going to your dad’s house because that’s what will keep you safe, then you’renotgoing.”

Safe? What does he mean by safe?

Either way, something low in my stomach flutters. Jesus, why do I like this? His control, his dominance—for some reason is intoxicating. It wraps me up in a warm, safe blanket that I never want to take off.

I even like the way his hand tightens around my neck with each word, the way his eyes burn into mine, full of fire that makes my knees weak. But it’s not just about the physical sensation, it’s about surrendering, and giving up control to his raw, unfiltered power.

His hot breath fans against my ear, and I close my eyes, trying to steady my racing heart. “Now get on your knees and suck my dick like a good girl.”

I whimper, about to sink down again when the sudden slam of a door a few feet away makes me jump.

The muffled voices of Frankie and Asher filter through the walls. “This is your last chance. Either you apologize to her or I take off my belt. Are you going to apologize now?”

“Screw you and her.”

Within a second, the metallic clink of a belt buckle echoes in the air. My breath hitches, the air suddenly thick as my chest rises and falls with increased urgency. My pulse races, pounding in my ears, and I bite my lip, trying to calm the wave of unexpected arousal washing over me.

Blade’s voice cuts through my thoughts, low and teasing. “Don’t tell me you’re getting turned on by this. You’re such a dirty little slut.” His fingers trail up my leg until they reach my panties. “Your pussy is dripping wet from hearing your friend get punished. I guess we’ll have to postpone our game. Seems like your soaking cunt needs the attention more, huh?”

I nod vigorously, and he teases the sensitive skin of my thigh. I suck in a breath, my body instinctively arching towards his touch. He knows exactly how to drive me wild, and he takes his time, savoring every reaction he draws out of me.

As his fingers finally find my entrance, I hear the first slap of the belt ring out from the other dressing room. Frankie’s sharp gasp cuts through the air.

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