Page 111 of Blades of Obsession

“It’s either this or dying.”

He sighs and stumbles out, and the two guys come to help him to their truck. I don’t know if they’re a part of the cartel or what, but I got their connections from an old member of the Serpents. What my dad doesn’t know is that he’s not heading to some beachside villa to sip margaritas. First stop is a medically-assisted detox, and those two guys will dowhateverit takes to keep him there until he’s no longer an alcoholic.

He needs it, and the only way it’ll happen is if he’s forced into it. I’m tired of watching him waste his life away.

As we drive off, I spot a gas station up ahead and pull in. The neon lights buzz quietly in the night, it seems like one of those gas stations you see in horror movies. Maybe I’ve been watching too many of Amelia’s horror movies when she falls asleep watching them.

I turn back to Amelia. “You can get in the front now.” I didn’t want her switching seats in front of those guys. This area is known for heavy trafficking of everything you can imagine—girls, exotic animals, drugs, you name it. And Amelia? She’s the kind of perfect girl that would’ve had them plotting and following us.

Inside the store, the scent of stale coffee hits me immediately. I make a beeline to the candy aisle, grabbing a pack of peanut M&Ms. I go through these twice a day—they’re my current candy obsession.

Oh shit, I forgot to ask Amelia if she wanted anything. I’ll just grab her a ginger ale and chocolate-covered pretzels—her favorite. Even when she says she doesn’t want anything from the gas station, that usually translates to ‘I want my favorite drink and something chocolate’. She’s trained me well.

After paying for the gas and snacks, I head back to the car.

What. The. Fuck.

Blind fury rips through me as I yank the back door open. Rowan’s face was just an inch from Amelia’s as he clicked the button for the window on her side. The part that angers me the most is that she wasn’t doing anything to push him away, just sitting there with his breath on her cheek and corner lip.

I grab her by the neck and pull her out, guiding her to the passenger side. “I thought I fucking told you to get in the front seat,” I growl.

She stammers, but before she can come up with an excuse, I put her in the front seat and circle the car, the tension in my body making my movements sharp. After pumping the gas, I hear Rowan inside the car laughing, a sound that grates on my nerves like nails on a chalkboard. The worst part? I look in to see Amelia laughing right along with him.

And that snaps the fucking line that was already a thread away from breaking.

I slam the door and step on the gas. Five minutes later, I’m pulling over in a secluded spot near the woods. I get out, storm around the car, and yank Amelia out, bending her over the passenger seat.

“Aiden—”

“Oh, no. You had five fucking chances. You’re lucky I didn’t crash the car and kill us all when you were in the backseat, practically laughing all over him. So thank me.”

“What?”

“Thank me for not crashing the car and killing us all.”

“T-thank you…” she whispers.

“Such an obedient little slut.”

With my hands moving on their own, I rip her pants down. She gasps but doesn’t resist—I think she knows better than that. She always takes anything I want to give her without complaining, like a good girl.Mygood girl.

“Do you think you deserve the belt?”

She shakes her head. “Mmh mmh.”

“Of course, you don’t think so.” I deliver a sharp spank to her bare ass, the sound echoing through the woods behind us. “This is what happens when you don’t listen.” Another spank and she whimpers, her voice a mix of pleas and half apologies. “Apologize properly,” I demand, a smack raining down as the words fall out.

Her body jolts, and her cries become raw and desperate. “I’m sorry, Aiden.”

I land another slap, and she pushes her hips back against my hand. I’ve never met anyone who pretends she hates spankings as much as Amelia, but somehow her body is always practically begging for more every time.

“Now, you know that’s not what you call me when you’re in trouble.”

“Blade…” she breathes out.

“Good, now put it all together,” I say, my hand caressing her flushed, red ass. Fuck, it’s so soft and plump, it’s making me get hard just looking at it.

“I’m sorry, Blade.”

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