Page 43 of Unholy Obsession

Marci purses her lips and makes an ugly face like she hates to trust me with a key to the fucking mop closet, but she finally produces a heavy ring of keys and wrestles one off for me.

She holds it up in front of my face but yanks it back when I try to grab it. “I expect this back promptly at the end of your shift.”

Bitch. I give her an overly sugary smile.I expectyouto suck my dick. “You got it, boss.”

I turn away before I get myself into more trouble, get the supplies from the closet, and head into the dorm bathrooms. The women are in life skills classes, I know from the time of day it is, so I’m alone in here.

I put my earbuds in, turn on myPussy Riotplaylist and get to work.

I’ve cleaned hotels before, so scrubbing toilets and attacking grime with industrial-grade cleaner isn’t exactly new territory. Bitch Marci doesn’t know it, but I actuallylikework that’s physical and repetitive. Gives me something to do with my hands that doesn’t get me into trouble and lets my mind wander.

Hmm. Maybe I should try getting a job again. Hotels are always hiring.

Domhnall would shit a brick. The thought makes me grin before it fades just as fast. Well. Hewould’ve, back in the day. Before he stopped looking at me like his baby sister.

And, ya know, there’s also the small problem that I’ve been fired fromalmostevery job I’ve ever had. Taking too many breaks. Taking breaks that were too long. Fucking my boss. Fucking my boss’s boss. Fucking the delivery guy.

But I’monlyfucking Bane now.

… Right?

I frown, scrubbing harder at some unidentifiable black gunk. I mean, IthinkI’m only fucking Bane now. We talked about how I probably can’t manage monogamy, and he said that wasn’t a deal breaker.

Is that part of today’s test? Not just to see if I can keep my hands out of my pants all day, but if I’ll keep my legs closed the second I’m out of Bane’s sight?

My frown deepens.

Do Iwantto fuck someone else?

I’ve always gotten bored with just one dick. Always.

But it’s notjustone dick, is it? It’shisdick. And his fingers. And his mouth. And the fucking way he looks at me when he steps through the door like he’s about to eat me alive.

Bane hasn’t gotten boring yet.

But he doesn’tknowme,knowme.

I scrub harder.

That’s the other reason I’ve lost jobs. Not just the sex but the… shutdowns. Once or twice a year, everything slows down, my thoughts get sticky like tar, and my body? My body turns into a ten-thousand-pound sack of useless meat.

Iwantto get out of bed, don’t get me wrong. I just… can’t.

Getting up feelsimpossible. Showering? Laughable. Leaving the house? A cruel joke. Talking to people? Fuckingkill me.

I scrub the counter with so much force I could wear a hole through it.

People suck. Usually, I think all they’re good for is fucking. That way, I get my socialization and my human contact while also getting myself and someone else off. Foolproof system. No expectations. No disappointments.

So, where’s the disillusionment with Bane?

If this is all just an illusion, why am I still so into it?

My phone buzzes in my pocket. My heart starts beating stupid fast. Is it him?

I rip off my gloves like they’ve personally offended me, fumble my phone out, and?—

Oh.

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