Page 111 of Bonds of Obsession

She starts prepping the equipment, and I drink in the sight of her. Those curves I know by heart, the way her throat works when she swallows, how her hands move with such precise confidence. I’ve studied her for so long, learning every goddamn detail. The slightly crooked tilt of her mouth when she smirks. The tiny scar below her left ear. The way her eyes darken just before she comes.

Christ. When I was playing at being The Phantom, following her, watching her from the shadows, I thought I was obsessed. Thought I knew what it meant to want someone so badly it hurt.

I didn’t know shit.

This thing with her now is in my blood. My bones. She’s hijacked my entire fucking system and rewired me from the inside out. The obsession I felt before was just a hint of what this is.

She settles on the bed beside me without bothering to pick up the towel that has fallen away from her naked body. Before she can start, I reach up and cup her tits, running my thumbs over her nipples. They peak instantly under my touch.

“Fuck,” she gasps, arching into my hands even though I can tell she’s trying to stay in control. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What’s it look like?” I growl, pinching one nipple and rolling it between my fingers. “I’m playing with what’s mine.” My cock is already rock hard, straining against my jeans like it always does around her. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve fucked her, I’m always starving for more.

“I’m supposed to be working here,” she protests weakly, but her eyes are getting heavy-lidded as I pinch and knead her sensitive flesh.

“Go ahead and work, then.” I twist both nipples now, drinking in the way she whimpers. “But first I want to watch you squirm a little. I wanna see those pretty tits bounce while you mark me.” I drop my voice lower. “Or maybe I’ll make you come while you do it. See how steady your hands stay when you’re riding my cock.”

She bites her lip, and I can see her thighs pressing together. “Jesus, you’re impossible.”

“No.” I let one hand slide down her stomach. “I’m just fucking addicted to you.”

She finally manages to push my hands away, reaching for the tattoo gun again. But I’m not done yet. I shove my jeans down my hips, kicking them off along with my boxers. My cock springs free, already leaking for her.

“Killian, seriously…” She tries to sound stern, but I can hear the need in her voice.

“I am being serious.” I catch her gaze, letting her see the hunger in mine. “I need you straddling my cock while you mark me. I need to feel that wet little pussy sliding against me while you work.”

She hesitates. “I should really focus on?—”

I surge up, fisting my hand in her hair and yanking her close. “Be my good little slut,” I growl against her mouth. “We both know that’s what you want. It’s what you fucking need.”

Her breath hitches and her pupils are blown wide. She’s so fucking responsive to me, to the way I handle her. Always has been, and I seriously can’t get enough of it.

“That’s it.” I guide her over me, groaning as her wet heat makes contact with my shaft. “Fuck, you’re already soaked.” I rock her hips, sliding her along my length. “Is this getting you hot, siren? Knowing you’re about to mark me forever?”

She whimpers, grinding against me as I guide her movements. I can feel her getting wetter with every stroke, and her pussy is leaving a trail of slick arousal along the length of my cock.

“Please,” she whispers, and I know exactly what she’s begging for. She wants me inside her, wants me to fill her up while she works. But not yet. First, I want to drive her crazy.

“Focus on the tattoo,” I tell her, still rocking her against me. “Let’s see how steady those hands stay while I play with you.”

“Maybe we should wait,” she pants, her pussy dripping onto my cock. “We can do the tattoo after?—”

“No.” I cut her off with a sharp tug to her hair. “I want both. Right fucking now.”

Her eyes go wide, the surprise evident on her face as she realizes I’m not joking. I take advantage of her momentary shock, reaching up to squeeze her tits roughly enough to make her gasp. Her nipples are hard little peaks against my palms, and I pinch them harder, watching her squirm on my cock.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl, drinking in the sight of her. “My dirty little siren, getting so wet just from grinding on my cock. You want it bad, don’t you? You want me to fuck you while you mark me?”

She nods desperately as her pussy clenches against my shaft. I can feel how fucking ready she is, how much she needs this.

“That’s what I thought.” I twist her nipples again, making her cry out. “You’re going to sit on my cock like the good little slutyou are, and you’re going to put your mark on me. Make me yours forever while I fill that greedy little hole.”

Her whole body shudders at my words. I grip her hips, lifting her up. “Ready?”

She barely has time to nod before I slam her down onto my cock, burying myself to the hilt in one long, harsh thrust. The sound that tears from her throat is animal, primal—something halfway between a scream and a moan. My cock pulses inside her at the noise and the feel of her tight heat squeezing me like a vice.

“Christ,” I grunt, fighting for control. “So fucking tight. Always so perfect for me.”

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