Page 11 of Deviant Obsession

And many other things.

The street stretches empty before me, but in my mind, I'm replaying every detail of her nervous walk home. The way her hips swayed with each step, how her breath caught when she glanced over her shoulder. Fuck, she’s such a cautious little thing. It only makes me want to shatter that careful control all the more.

Maybe I'll start slow. I can wear her down bit by bit until she's questioning her own sanity. Leave little signs that I've been watching—notes at the restaurant, gifts to her apartment, and make her feel my eyes on her until she's jumping at mere shadows. Then, when I finally make my move, she'll be primed and ready, already half-broken from the anticipation.

Or maybe I'll charm her instead.I could play the reformed bad boy, all sincere apologies and careful distance. I could make her think she's special, different from all the others. The one who made me want to change. I'd be so fucking gentle at first, until she melts for me completely. Then, I'd show her what I really want to do to that delicious body.

By the time I reach my car, I'm painfully hard and halfway losing my mind. The leather seat creaks as I slide behind the wheel, gripping it until my knuckles go white. I try to steady my breathing and push away the consuming need to head straight back to her apartment right now.

Fuck, all I can think about is her. Those soft, pink lips that would look perfect stretched around my cock. That pale, elegant throat I want to mark with bruises. Those defiant, green eyes that I need to see filled with tears as she begs for more.

"God fucking dammit," I snarl, yanking my zipper down. My cock springs free, already leaking. I wrap my hand around it with a groan that sounds more animal than human.

In my mind, she's on her knees in front of me, trembling as I fist that pretty ponytail. "Open that sweet mouth for me, baby girl," I growl, starting to stroke myself faster. "Show me what you want. Show me what a desperate little slut you can be."

Fantasy-Rhea resists at first, trying to maintain that stubborn pride. But I watch her defenses break down piece by piece, making her admit how wet she gets when I tease her. Making her beg for the privilege of choking on my cock.

"That's it," I pant, hips jerking up into my fist. "Take it all like the needy whore you are. You love this, don't you? Love being used like my little fucktoy."

I imagine her tears, mascara running down those flushed cheeks as she gags herself on my length. I imagine the way she'd whimper and moan around me, eager to prove how badly she wants it. I'd make her thank me for every brutal thrust, make her beg for more even as she struggles to breathe.

"Gonna ruin that pretty throat," I growl, pressure building at the base of my spine. "Gonna mark you inside and out until everyone knows who you belong to. Make you feel so good, no one else will ever match up."

The fantasy shifts and now she's face down on my bed, fisting the sheets as I pound into her. I can almost hear the broken little sounds she'd make, feel her tight pussy clenching around me as I use her exactly how I want. How I know she needs. I can get her off so many times she won’t be able to walk for a week.

"Mine," I snarl, strokes becoming erratic as I near the edge. "Nobody could please you like I could. My perfect little slut,Rhea.”

I barely get my other hand up in time as my orgasm slams into me. Cum splatters across my palm and all over my jeansas I grunt through the aftershocks, Rhea's imaginary pleading echoing in my ears.

Reality crashes back as I slump against the seat, panting hard.

Jesus fucking Christ. I'm acting like some horny teenager who's never seen a pair of tits before. What the hell is this girl doing to me?

I grab napkins from the glove compartment, cleaning myself up with hurried, angry movements.

“This is pathetic,” I mutter to myself through gritted teeth. “I don't chase pussy. Pussy chases me. Since when do I let some prissy little cock tease turn me into this desperate mess?”

But even as I berate myself, I know it's already too late. She's under my skin now, an itch I won't be able to ignore. I need to have her, need to break her, and need to make her want me and only me. That’s the only way I’ll be able to move on.

The engine roars to life as I adjust myself, already planning my next move. I may be acting like an obsessed adolescent, but that doesn't mean I can't enjoy the hunt.

"Soon, baby girl," I promise the empty car, tasting the words like aged whiskey on my tongue. "Soon you'll be begging to be my perfect little whore. For everything only I can give you."

I peel out of the parking lot, tires squealing against asphalt as my thoughts race faster than the speedometer. The lamplit streets blur past, but all I can see is Rhea. Rhea walking home alone. Rhea glancing over her shoulder. Rhea safe in her apartment where I can't touch her.

Yet.

The decision solidifies as I take a corner just a little too fast. It’s been too long since I’ve had a fun game to play. There's only one way this ends—with her surrendering everything to me.

I start to consider all the ways I could snare her. I could show up at the restaurant again, but this time I could be all charm.Order coffee, tip well, act like a perfect gentleman. Let her think she imagined the cruelty she saw in me before. I could come back every day, wearing down her defenses bit by bit until she starts to wonder if maybe she judged me too harshly.

Then I could turn up the heat. Little compliments. Lingering looks. Make sure she feels my eyes on her even when she's not at my table. I'd have her so wound up she wouldn't know whether to run from me or spread her legs right there in front of the dinner crowd.

And when she finally lets her guard down? When she finally convinces herself I'm not the demon she thought I was?

That's when I'd show her exactly what kind of demon I can be.

The bright lights of my own apartment building come into view as I turn onto my street, a much more appealing sight than the sad state of the place Rhea calls home. I park and climb out. Making my way to the door, all I can think about is being near her again. I want to see her face when she realizes I'm back. Want to watch that pretty flush creep up her neck as she tries to figure out what game I'm playing.

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