Page 27 of Deviant Obsession

‘Just a taste,’ I'd told myself. What absolute bullshit. One taste isn't going to be nearly enough, not when I can still feel the ghost of her pulse racing beneath my fingers. Not when I know exactly how much deeper her submission could go with the right pushing.

I crush the cigarette under my heel, already plotting. She'll be resistant after the way I ended things, of course. That righteous anger of hers will flare back up. But I saw the truth in her eyes when she surrendered. She needs this just as much as I need to give it to her.

Maybe more.

I'll have to play it carefully, though. I can't come on too strong or she'll bolt like a spooked deer. I need to make her think it's her idea to come back, to submit again. I’ll plant the seed and let it grow until she's desperate for more.

A smile curves my lips as I head for the back entrance. By the time I'm done with her, she'll be begging for everything I have to give her. And this time, I won't make the mistake of pretending it's just a one-time thing.

The back stairs creak beneath my boots as I take them two at a time, still riding the high of conquest. The polished banister feels cool under my palm, grounding me back to reality, though reality has never felt quite this intoxicating before.

I push through the office door to find Ethan hunched over his desk, drowning in paperwork as usual. I offer him a quick “Sup, bro?” before dropping into the plush seat across from him. The city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows paint shadows across his knowing smirk.

"You look pleased with yourself," he says, glancing up from his work. "More than usual, I mean."

I stretch out my legs, unable to contain the predatory grin spreading across my face. The scent of her still clings to my skin. It’s something of flowers, fear, and desperate need all mixed together. "Just had the most interesting encounter downstairs."

That gets his attention. Ethan's pen stills, and he raises his eyes to study me properly. "Do tell," he drawls, leaning back in his chair. "Must have been something special to put that look on your face."

I run my thumb across my bottom lip, still remembering the way Rhea whimpered as I ate her sweet cunt. "Oh, she is. Wandered right into my trap like a perfect little sacrifice. You should have seen her, bro. All wide-eyed innocence consumed by righteous anger until I got my hands on her."

"Sounds dangerous." There's a warning in his tone that I choose to ignore.

"Dangerous is exactly what I'm looking for." I tap my fingers against the arm of the chair, counting out the rhythm of the thumping music below. "She looked terrified when I took her through the main floor. I thought she might bolt any second. But she came round, of course."

Ethan's eyebrows shoot up. "Terrified? And you didn't shut that down immediately?"

"Where's the fun in that?" The office feels too small suddenly, too confined to contain the energy coursing through me. I push to my feet, pacing toward the windows. The city sprawls out below, a maze of lights and shadows. "Besides, the way she asked me for it.Shit, I felt like she was handing me the keys to the city."

The reflection of my brother's face in the glass shows his growing concern. "You're not usually this worked up over a sub."

He's right, and that should probably worry me more than it does. Instead, I press my forehead against the cool glass, watching my breath fog the surface. "There's something about her. The way she fought it, like she was battling herself more than me. And when she finally gave in..." I trail off, remembering the exact moment her resistance crumbled.

"You sound invested," Ethan observes carefully.

I turn back to face him. "Maybe I am. Maybe I want to see just how far I can push her, how completely I can break down those pristine walls she's built."

The overhead lights cast harsh shadows across Ethan's hard features as he studies me. I can see him choosing his next words carefully, weighing them against my volatile mood. The clock on the wall ticks away the seconds of silence between us.

"Just remember," he finally says, "not everyone is built for the kind of games you like to play."

I bare my teeth in what might generously be called a smile. "Trust me, bro. This one is perfect for exactly what I have in mind."

The distant bass thrums louder, as if the club itself is endorsing my plans. I can already picture Rhea bound and begging in some new helpless pose, that stubborn pride shattered beneath my hands. The thought alone is enough to make my blood sing.

"So, tell me more about this perfect prey of yours," Ethan prompts, pulling me from my dark fantasies. "What makes her so special?"

I drop back into the chair, the leather squeaking beneath my sudden weight. "You should have seen the hatred in her eyes when we first met. Like she wanted to set me on fire with her mind." The memory draws a low chuckle from my chest. "But tonight… Well, I still wasn’t sure I could get there at first. And then something switched in her… Like she was bored of fighting. Or too damn curious, I guess. I’m just lucky I was the one in front of her at the time."

"Plenty of subs start out resistant."

"Not like this." I lean forward, elbows braced on my knees. "She's got this...immaculate quality about her. Like fresh snow just waiting for footprints. But underneath..." The image of her biting her lip to hold back a moan flashes through my mind. "There's this darkness inside of her that she's terrified to acknowledge. And I want to drag it into the light."

Ethan's expression shifts, something knowing flickering behind his eyes. "You've never been this caught up in someone's psychological landscape before. Usually, it's just about the playtime for you."

"Usually, it is." I run a hand through my hair, still slightly damp with sweat from earlier. "But watching her fight herself, watching that pristine exterior crack open to reveal all that rawneed underneath..." I trail off, suddenly nervous that Ethan will catch on to just how obsessed I am. "It was fucking beautiful." I mutter, almost to myself.

"Beautiful enough to hook up more than once?" There's genuine surprise in his voice now. "That's not like you at all."

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