Page 18 of Imprisoned Obsession

I smile as a gentle breeze caresses the side of my face. The squeal of the broken latch clunks behind me as I close the screen door.

I must return to Willa. I don’t dare to be out of her sight when she wakes up.

Jogging over to the parked car, I jump in the driver’s seat and let my hand wander to the sleeping girl.

I could’ve let her stay home, but there is a small part of me that still anticipates her escape. I always need to watch her. I get the sense that I might suffocate her, and she’ll be more reluctant to accept me.

It’s the lesser evil I must choose.

I could treat her like a kidnap victim. I wouldn’t mind implementing security measures in my bed and still spoil her like a princess.

It’s a bit barbaric, though, and I shouldn’t do it unless it’s my last option.

Leaning over her sleeping form, I greedily kiss her pink lips. Instant sweetness runs over my tongue as I sigh with contentment. My lips slant deeper as I indulge myself with her lips, and I only pull back when I feel her stir.

My hand traces the curve of her cheek, and she nuzzles against my fingers. She claims she doesn’t want to be near me after what I’ve done to her life, but her body is a sly little thing.

I clasp my hands on the steering wheel and drive down the street. I don’t want nosy neighbors to look out the window and see a suspicious car parked outside their homes.

They can’t see what’s inside my car through the tinted windows, but they can see the license plates.

Having law enforcement involved is the last thing I want.

I stop at the red light and debate which direction I should go. I could drive home and spend the rest of the night watching her sleep, or I can change our routine a little.

My goal isn’t to make her believe my home is her sanctuary; I want her to see me as her haven. Making small changes at a time when she needs stability the most is cruel. But it works well, given the information I have gathered about her.

I know her better than she knows herself.

I turn right and speed off in the opposite direction of our home. It’s still too early in the morning for cars to be on the roads, but the sky has a tinge of blue peeking through the fading black.

The roar of exhaust pipes and squealing tires rumble in the distance. Street racing isn’t common, but it does happen.

I witnessed a race in the pouring rain once that ended with their cars wrapped around a pole. The drivers died when they could’ve been saved, but the spectators were more interested in filming the accident than calling for help.

I turn another corner and travel down the stretch of road overlooking the calm beach. I reach the parking area and find a secluded spot to turn off the engine.

Removing my seatbelt, I reach over to take Willa’s off and bring her limp body onto my lap. She squirms and sighs quietly. Her cheek nuzzles into my tight shirt and presses her ear to my heart.

Tranquility settles in with the softly crashing waves. It’s a beautiful sight, and the sunrise will be more appealing with Willa here.

As the sky brightens, I open the sunroof of the car and welcome the salty breeze. The sound of crashing waves gets louder as I hold Willa to my chest. I stroke the bareness of her thigh and relish the softness.

I kiss the top of her head as I breathe in her sweet scent. She squirms more insistently when a strong wind gust flips the hair over her face.

Her little voice mumbles unintelligible complaints, and she raises her hand to roughly push the hair away. Her supple body turns, and she voices her confusion at the uneven surface.

“What?” she whispers with her head lifting from my chest to look down.

She freezes and throws her head back to stare at me. Bewilderment flickers in her confused eyes. Willa leans away as her lips curl in astonishment, and her thigh flinches beneath my hot palm.

“Did I wake you, darling?” I ask lightly.

Her pink lips open and close, but she is speechless. Willa looks around and tries to raise her ass from my lap. She doesn’t start to fight against my grip until she feels her waist being constricted by my arm.

“What?” she repeats unthinkingly. “What’re you doing? Where are we? Why—”

The first piercing ray of sunshine climbs over the blue horizon, hitting Willa’s eyes ruthlessly as she grumbles with discomfort. She turns her face as her weight subconsciously falls back onto my lap. Her lips tip towards a frown, and her little hand shields the brightness with a huff.

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