Page 45 of The Dark Obsession

“So tight, I can’t wait to feel your tiny pussy squeezing my cock.” He murmurs into my skin and I can feel it in my clenching core.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Me filling you up, stretching this tight little cunt.”

His fingers push deeper, fucking me harder as my shaking legs give out from underneath me with only Tyson’s hand around my throat holding me upright.

“Ah…please…“ I can do nothing but take it, let the pleasure wash over me while Tyson stays nuzzled by my ear, whispering dirty praises with his hips rutting against my ass.

He keeps finger fucking me, the force of his trusts lifting me up on my tiptoes, hitting the deepest parts of me as the squelching sound of my dripping arousal fills the room.

I’m vulnerable, completely subjected to his will and yet I bask in it.

I’ve never experienced anything this wondrous.

“That’s it, baby girl.” My breath gets caught in my throat as my walls begin to tighten, clenching around his fingers moving at a brutal pace inside of me.“Just like that.”

With one last rough swipe of his thumb over my clit, my entire body tenses.

And I shatter to tiny pieces.

“There you go, little one.” Tyson whispers against my sweaty forehead, gently kissing my temple while I tremble in his arms, riding out the remnants of my orgasm.

A soft sigh escapes my lips when he pulls out, his other hand still holding me against his chest by my neck.

Turning my head, he makes me watch as he brings the fingers covered in my come to his mouth.

Never breaking eye contact, he sucks them clean with a deep groan. His eyes rolling back in his head as he savors my taste.

The intense heat in Tyson’s gaze, the raw lust is unlike anything I’ve thought him capable of.

I can’t look away.

Just when I think his self-control is going to snap, he steps back, his expression going back to the controlled void of nothingness, leaving me to mourn the loss of his warmth.

“I’ll be outside if you need me.”

With that he’s out the door as if none of that just happened between us. I’m left standing there on my own, stunned by the whiplash he keeps giving me.

One moment the man is feral, claiming me like nothing else but us matters in the world. Then I turn around and it’s gone like it never was. Any trace of emotion completely wiped from his gaze.

Bracing myself against the counter, I fight back the welling tears, struggling to steady my shaky legs.

Why do I keep allowing this to happen, encourage it even.

As soon as his hands are on me, I can’t think straight, submitting to his will without a second thought.

Like it’s not bad enough that I let my stalker, my captor and now apparently my lover to touch me.I yearn for more.

Everything about him that’s dark and dangerous, it doesn’t scare me like it should.

It intrigues me and I hate that I want to know him, to be close to him.

Because in those rare moments when a sliver of emotion shines through, I see the man who’s hurting inside. A broken being with incredible strength that somehow kept him going.

Even if it is just for vengeance.

Still, deep down I can’t fully stifle the tiny spark of hope that there might be more…

A loud bang brings me back to reality.

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