Page 17 of Frozen Obsession

She stops thrashing…ahh, she does. Good.

"Why?"

I almost laugh at how innocent she sounds in that moment. But I’m done talking. Opening the drawer on the nightstand, I pull out a rose-shaped vibrator with a dick-shaped tail. I’m not sure what it does, but we’re about to find out.

"What are you doing, Ro? Give me my pills," she demands, her voice filled with anger. But her curses stop when I sit on the bed, my fingers spreading her lips apart. A soft moan escapes her lips, even though she tries to stifle it. My thumb slowly circles her clit as I plunge two fingers inside her. Like riding a bike, it comes naturally—the pace, the rhythm, the pressure. She clenches around my digits, whimpering in both pleasure and frustration.

I smirk at her. "How do you like that?" I ask, working a third finger into her heat. Her breath hitches; she’s so close. Too bad she won’t be coming—not today.

"How do I work this?" I ask, showing her the vibrator.

She shakes her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. "I have all the patience in the world. I can make this painful or pleasurable," I warn, my voice dropping to a dangerous purr.

She clenches her jaw, her eyes hardening with resistance. "Neither you sick bastard," she hisses through gritted teeth. But there’s no real conviction behind her words. It’s just another act of rebellion against my control.

Chuckling, I curl my fingers inside her, bringing her to the edge. I feel her cunt growing wetter, swollen, and pulsating against my fingers, her body desperate for release.

"You want it, don’t you?" I whisper in her ear, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

"No… no, please," she pleads, but the ragged breaths and shaking legs betray her words. I withdraw my fingers, watching as she tries to clench her thighs together, needing more. But she can’t. Her legs remain spread.

"Tell me what I want, and I’ll give you what you want," I lie, but it does the job. She motions toward the nightstand with her head.

"My phone controls it," she mutters.

A smile spreads across my face as I grab her phone.Modern technology sure has advanced since I got locked up.

"Pills," she demands again, but I shake my head. "Not until you finish your part. Show me."

She sighs but explains how to unlock her phone using her face, the app, and what to do next.

"Pills," she insists again, this time with more desperation. I kiss her rough and long, my tongue tangling with hers, effectively quieting her demand. I edge her once again, my fingers finding that sweet spot, driving her to the brink and pulling her back. By the time I’m done she’s a trembling mess, begging for release. But I don’t give it to her. Not yet. Not until she’s completely broken, conditioned to my touch, to my control. I pull away, leaving her dazed and breathless.

"In due time," I whisper, raking a hand through her disheveled hair.

I shift my focus to the device in my hand, navigating through the app she showed me. Once I’m ready, I slide the dick shape- tail part inside her. Adjusting the settings, the vibrator springs to life. Causing her to arch off the bed, writhing, and moaning. I’ll push her to the brink, but never letting her fall over the edge completely. The beauty of this game is in its anticipation, the slow, torturous build. I watch her gasp. her body continue to arch and twitch as the vibrator whirs inside her. Her brown eyes widen in surprise, then narrow as she tries tofight the pleasure, but it’s a losing battle. Her eyes roll back as the orgasm begins to build. To be fair, I’m also working my rose part on her clit, keeping her on the edge. She’s a fucking beautiful mess.

Minutes stretch into nearly two hours of relentless edging. Her body convulses, sweat glistening on her skin. Her eyes, hooded and desperate, plead with me to give her what she wants, promising anything in return. My enjoyment is palpable, and the control is intoxicating.

"Please," she sobs, her voice hoarse from the strain. But I don’t relent, not until she stops mentioning the pills and her body is utterly spent from exhaustion.

I read about this in prison—how to condition someone and that’s exactly what I intend to do. It’s all psychological, really. But first things first: I need to get her sober. No more drugs, no more crutches. Just me, her, and this twisted game we’re playing.

When she finally passes out, I know the real work has just begun. I suppress a smirk and take a moment to appreciate the sight of her: disheveled, vulnerable, and absolutely beautiful. For now, I’ll let her sleep. Soft snores escape her lips as I walk toward the door, turning off the light behind me.

Chapter Nine

Roman

Iwalk down the hall, each step echoing in the quiet. Everything in this place feels like it’s stuck in time, just waiting for me to come back. I stop in front of my old room and take a deep breath before stepping inside. The room is exactly how I left it, but now it’s like a shrine to the past. Black sheets are still stained from the last time I was here. It’s like a ghost that won’t leave.

I see a picture of my pops on the wall, crooked and dusty. The old man who tried to love me despite everything. He was weak, too weak to handle what I am. I broke him. Not that I mean to but I’m sick. I thought I was over his death and that I left my pain. my trauma back in that prison. But shit, I didn’t expect this—didn’t expect the flood of memories and the ache in my chest. It’s like all the old wounds are open again. My vision blurs, and the picture of pops smudges behind a curtain of tears.

Damn it, I’m crying.

I blink, trying to clear the tears, but they just keep coming. It’s like a storm inside me, ripping apart everything I thought I was. I hate it. I hate that there’s still a part of me that can feel. But I can’t stop it, so I let the tears fall, standing in the middle of the room that still smells like us—like me.

But I don’t have time to dwell on this, not with Marcos’s body still outside in the snow. I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand, pull myself together, and head back down the hall. Xena’s still tied up in bed, waiting. But first, I need todeal with the mess.

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