Page 83 of Corrupt Obsession

“Date.”

His voice was flat and emotionless.

“Yes, date. Have sex with other girls.” She lifted her chin in challenge. “If I loved you, if I believed we were supposed to be together, would I push you toward someone—anyoneelse?”

The hand on her chin fell away. She was about to reach for her backpack to retrieve her phone when she saw hiseyes glistening with tears. Her stomach flipped. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen him cry. She was horrified by the overwhelming need to apologize and comfort him. What the hell was wrong with her? He’d hurt her immeasurably and broken promise after promise. Why the hell should she care that something she said had finally gotten through to him? She shouldn’t care.

But she did.

“You hate me,” he said quietly.

She swallowed hard.

“If you hate me, say it.”

She opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Her voice deserted her when she needed it most.

His expression softened. “You want to hate me, but you can’t.”

“Stay back,” she ordered as he reached for her.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he crooned and gripped her leg and tugged, stretching her out on the bench seat with him hovering over her.

He ignored the hands that braced against his chest and rested his forehead against hers.

“You don’t want me with someone else.”

“Y-yes, I do!” she choked.

“Okay, baby,” he said, clearly humoring her.

“I really do!” she insisted as he stroked her hair. “I’m serious. Get what you need from someone else. I’ll interview them! I know what kinky shit you’re into. I can find a skanky?—”

His mouth covered hers. The kiss was hard and punishing, but when she stopped struggling, it immediately gentled. He began to kiss her tenderly, reverently, as he hadn’t done for weeks. It was a shock, considering how he’d used her less than an hour ago. Her body quivered in delight, starved for affection and connection.

She tried to escape mentally, but Jesse wasn’t rushing. He wasn’t rushing to get off or worried about being discovered. His tongue tangled lazily with hers and enticed her to engage. She was drawn in by the taste of something sweet. What was that? Eager to erase the bitterness in her mouth, she allowed her tongue to dance with his and ignored his pleased hum. He’d eaten an apple for breakfast. Curiosity appeased, she tried to disengage, but Jesse didn’t allow it.

He kept her mouth busy as he kissed her ten different ways—indulgent, deep, teasing, arousing. She couldn’t keep up and was further distracted when his hand slipped beneath her sweater and covered her breast. By the time he raised his head and allowed her to catch her breath, her mind was spinning.

“You want me to kiss other girls like this?” he murmured as his lips drifted over her face.

She tried to gather her wits as he bunched her sweater under her chin. Even as she registered the cool chill on her bare skin, Jesse tucked the cup of her bra beneath her left breast. When he flicked her nipple with his tongue, she jerked like she’d been lashed with a whip.

“I love when your breasts get sensitive close to your period,” he said before he latched onto her nipple.

He pinned her arms to the seat as she hissed and arched and bit back the urge to beg for mercy. It wouldn’t make a difference to him. It never did. Despite his claims that God was on his side, she refused to believe it and prayed for divine intervention. Maybe the people in the farmhouse would get curious about why they were parked here and come investigate. Or perhaps a passerby would peek in, thinking they had car trouble or something had gone wrong. She strained to hear the rumble of a car, but all she could hear was the wet sounds of Jesse suckling and her own pathetic whimpering.

“You love this,” he said raggedly, and turned his head from side to side, so her nipple dragged along his lips. “I could do this to you all day. You’re so beautiful. A meadow of bluebonnets is nothing compared to you.” He nuzzled her breast as he muttered, “I had girls offer me everything. I couldn’t bring myself to take, even though I was desperate for relief. I’d rather be tortured in your presence and have you see me as a brother, then sink my dick into someone and try to picture your face while I’m with her. I need the real thing. I need you, Violet. No one else will do.”

She tipped her head back to look out the open window and tried to follow the progress of slow-moving clouds as Jesse moved to her other breast. When she couldn’t take anymore, she kicked her legs in frustration.

“Jesse!”

He eased the pressure and finally released her breast. He admired how puckered and swollen it was and peppered it with kisses before he buried his face between them.

“This has been hell.”

His voice was muffled against her skin as he stroked her sides.

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