Page 107 of Blades of Obsession

“You look fucking beautiful bleeding for me, baby. Just me. No one else gets to make you bleed.”

This is our reality, a tangled web of pain, pleasure, fear, excitement, obsession, and deadly possessiveness.

And I realize that I’m falling into a dangerous abyss of loving a monster, with no way to claw my way back out. Not that he would let me, even if I could.

His name is now marked on my skin forever.

Chapter 40

BLADE

God damn, look at her tits.

My cock strains in my jeans with just one look. A few seconds ago, she stepped out of the bathroom in a small little towel, her hair damp and clinging to her shoulders, tits pushed up.

She saunters over to the bed, almost seductively. Or am I just imagining it because she’s the sexiest girl in the world to me, and everything she does is seductive in my eyes?

But the way she’s putting on lotion, slowly rubbing it over her perfect body, fuck. Even halfway across the room, I can barely contain myself from striding over there and ramming my dick into her full force.

How did I get so lucky to have her?

“Blade, you there?” John’s voice crackles through the phone.

“Mhm… I mean—” I clear my throat. “—yeah, I’m here. What’s up?”

“I have a package that needs to be permanently removed from circulation.”

Amelia’s rubbing lotion over the top of her chest, the towel barely clinging to her, and I can’t fucking take it. I walk over, inhaling the intoxicating scent of roses as l kiss her neck. Her chest rises and falls with each breath, and I slide my fingerover the edge of the towel. She doesn’t stop me as I pull it down slightly, exposing her left nipple.

The sight makes me ache, and I instantly want it in my mouth.

“Hello?” John’s distant voice sounds.

Fumbling with my phone, I switch it to speaker and toss it onto the nightstand. “Where’s the package at now?” I ask before bending down to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck hungrily, my hand palming her other breast through the towel. Her breath hitches, and I quickly slap a hand over her mouth when a soft moan escapes.

Little whimpers escape between my fingers when I suck harder, and harder. Getting carried away, before switching to the other nipple to suck.

“Come to my house and I’ll show you where it’s at. Come prepared with your package gear,” John continues.

Amelia knocks over a couple of her lotions from the nightstand with a loud crash. Thinking fast, I mutter into the phone, “Shit, John. Two drunk guys just knocked over something important. Hold on,” and hit mute.

“What’s wrong?”

She shakes her head. “No. You’re not going. I’m not staying here alone.”

“Frankie can—”

“No.” She has a determined look on her face as she crosses her arms. “You’ll be gone for who knows how many days while you run off. I’m not doing that anymore. You want me, you’re going to have me. You can’t just be around me when you want and run off for your job for days without me anymore.”

I don’t know if she realizes it, but her arms, crossed over her chest, push her tits together in the most tempting way. I’m trying to listen to her, but my eyes keep drifting downward. Fuck.

Being around her these past few days without fucking her has turned me into a desperate, horny little bastard.

She’s been recovering from everything that happened a few days ago. She hasn’t even been to her classes.

Should I have gone easier on her? Maybe. But when I saw her kissing that prick, I needed to claim her. To punish her, to worship her, to fucking ruin her—all of it.

Arden is lucky I told him to sit in the living room, knowing she would pull a stunt like she did, or I might have hurt him too.

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