Page 4 of Obsession

Perhaps that’s how I managed to entangle myself with them. I recognized twin flames in them. Usually, I would slit the throat of any man from The Covenant who touched Margarete. But Johannes isn’t any man.

One hour, forty-two minutes, and fifteen seconds. That was how long I’d waited, shrouded by the shadows of the trees. I was dressed in black as usual, and my mask was firmly in place. There was no way I was risking it falling and someone accidentally seeing my face. The plastic mask held no significance, but it was menacing.

One hour, fifty-seven minutes, and six seconds. That’s how long it took for the lights to go out in her parents’ room.

I turned to him. “Now. Get her now.”

He grabbed the collar of my leather bomber jacket and tugged me toward him, his steel-gray eyes stern as they pierced mine. Did he know that his eyes were a weapon? One look was like the tip of a sharp blade cutting through me. “How am I going to explain everything to her? What if she fuckin’ hates me?”

I shook my head. We didn’t have time to worry about the repercussions. “Better that she hates us than be sold to him. Get her. Now.”

He nodded before jogging toward her window.

I know Margarete’s world will crumble if she finds out about Hans and me. A part of me hates how things have escalated between us. Nothing was supposed to happen, but it did. And if I’m honest, I don’t regret a moment of it. Hans has filled parts of my heart that I didn’t know had the capacity for emotion. It’s different from Margarete but the same in many ways.

Our connection was born of frustration. Maybe it would have been better if it stayed that way—a quick release that provided a distraction from the perpetual hell we were forced to dance in. But the dynamic I experience with Hans is something I didn’t know I wanted or needed.

I’ve always been a gentle lover with women, considerate of their needs. But with Hans, I’ve discovered that my desires are a little more… depraved. I didn’t know how to unleash those wants before him, but he craved my darkness. Hans wants to be diminished. He wants to be used. I’m not sure if his needs are caused by guilt or fueled by his desire to be his true self.

“They’d kill me if they knew about us,” Hans whispered as he frantically kissed me.

Every brush of his lips was a chemical reaction that gave me a high I didn’t know was possible. I was supposed to use him to get closer to his father so I could slit the motherfucker’s throat, but the more I got to know Hans, the more my heart burst open, allowing him to weave his way in.

“I’ll never let any of them hurt you or Margarete.” I grip his hair and pull his head back. “That's a fuckin’ promise, and I keep my damn promises.”

Hans nodded as his fingers quickly worked on my belt buckle. “I wish I could kill him. I tried. I tried that night when he came into my room and put my dick in his mouth. He thought I was sleeping. He’s been drugging me for years. It started that night when he caught me sleeping in Maggie’s bed. We weren’t doing anything. Her mother beat her for God knows what, and I was comforting her. He didn’t believe me. I was fifteen. He pulled me into his room and…”

Jesus fucking Christ. I placed my hands on top of his and stopped him. I didn’t want to fuck him when he was pouring his heart out. I wanted to hold him and reassure him that I would fix it.

He frowned. “What are you doing?”

“You’re not getting on your knees to suck my dick or letting me fuck you against a wall after you’ve told me something like that.”

“I want to. I need to,” Hans said desperately. “Nothing helped until you. When you fuck me, the pain stops. The anger stills. Don’t take away the only thing that’s ever made me feel like I’m worth something.”

I turned away from him and zipped my jeans.

“I disgust you, don’t I?”

“Disgust me?” I rushed toward him, framing his face with my hands. “Baby boy, you could never disgust me. You make me happy, Hans. You make me so fuckin’ happy. I just worry that you’ll resent me.”

I rubbed the back of my neck, unsure how to say the words that needed to be said. My hand flew out, punching the wall.“Damnit, Hans. Don’t you get it? I would fucking die for you. I’m not going to fuck you when you share something like that. I’m not my biological father. I’m not a piece of shit who doesn’t care about anyone but himself. I might call you names and whip you because you need it during sex, but I give a shit about you. I want you to know that. I need you to understand that you’re safe with me. How the fuck can you be safe with me if I ignore all the shit you’ve gone through so I can bust a fuckin’ nut?”

Hans stumbled, and his back hit the wall with a thud. He gazed at me, his eyes haunted. All I wanted to do was hold him and tell him how much he meant to me.

“I’m gonna kill him,” I whispered.

“No. You can’t.” Hans shook his head. “Maggie. We have to think about her. I’ve gotta get her out. We can’t do anything until we have her away from them.”

Maggie. Fuck. I hadn’t told Hans about my fucked up habit of stalking her. That was a conversation for another time. He was right, though. I couldn’t do shit until I knew both of them were safe and away from that motherfucker.

Hans stepped closer. “The only thing you can do for me right now is fuck me until I forget. Please, sir. Use me so that I feel useful.”

I knew I should refuse him, but the sorrow in his eyes made me unable to deny him anything.

I gripped his neck and shoved him against the wall, using my free hand to yank down the gray sweatpants he’d become accustomed to wearing around me for easy access. Turninghim, I reached for the bottle of lube on the hotel nightstand, pouring it onto my dick and between his ass cheeks.

With one thrust, I sheathed myself in his tight hole, holding him against the wall by his neck. “Is this what you want, baby boy? You want me to fuck you into oblivion until you forget the hell around you?”