Page 3 of Red Obsession

“Well, I don’t know, you ogre, that’s why I’m asking. Obviously.”She huffs out an annoyed sigh.

Ogre.

Did she really just call me a fucking ogre?

That’s new.

“Cat got your tongue?” She smiles, and fuck me, she’s beautiful. Her face lights up, and even though it’s still dark outside, I can see it. Even with the dried blood on her teeth.

“Okay, since you apparently don’t talk, much at least, can you at least nod and shake your head?”

Rolling my eyes, I start walking again. Through the hallway into the kitchen. One glance into the kitchen, I give Zander's dead body one more look. Not bothering to stop, I walk outside into the cool air. Immediately she breaks into a shiver, shaking as I make the way down the stairs to my bike.

Realizing now, I should’ve thought about the fact I came here to save someone. Taking my bike was not the smartest decision, and when she laughs the moment I get near it, I debate on dropping her onto the gravel driveway, yet my arms tighten around her body at the thought.

“I might have called you an ogre, but that doesn’t mean I want you to squeeze me to death. Be more like Shrek and say, ‘Get out of my swamp.’” Her voice drops at the words, laughing to herself.

Loosening my grip on her, I mutter, “Sorry.”

“It’s alright, big guy. So how are we gonna ride out of here on this thing? I imagine that’s why you’re here.” Unable to look at her, I eyeball my bike and finally get the nerve to peer at her. Of course, she's still watching me.Not that she’s stopped since the moment she noticed me in the basement.

“I think I have another jacket in my saddle bag,” I mutter, setting her down on the seat. I peek inside the bag, only I don’t have anything in there. Remembering I took everything out at the hotel, I cringe when I realize she’s going to freeze.

But why do I care?

Tugging my coat off, I hand it over, waiting for her to take it.

“I don’t want to get it dirty. I’m pretty gross.”

“It’s already touched you.” I toss the coat to her.

Rolling her eyes, she doesn’t need to be told twice to put it on. Only seeing her pull my coat on gives me ideas. It engulfs her body; the sleeves hang over her hands. I can only imagine if she were to stand up, it’d go to her knees, maybe even past them.

“Sit back,” I order.

She doesn't move for a moment before slowly scooting back. Swinging my leg over, I climb in front of her. Turning the bike on, the motor roars to life, and I place my hands on the handlebars.

Looking over my shoulder, the girl looks nervous, her legs dangling off the side. Without thinking, I grab her calves and yank her up against my back, her arms grabbing my shoulders. A yelp falls from her lips.

“Wrap your legs and arms around my waist,” I yell over the bike. She doesn’t need her legs around me, but my inner thoughts are telling me to. When she doesn’t move, I try not to let my anger win as I hold her gaze. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

That seems to be the right thing to say because seconds later, her chest is completely flush against my back. My cock takes notice of her tits pressed against my back. The last thing I need is her foot or ankle pressing against my groin, but I don’t want her burning her leg.

Once she’s settled, I take the handlebars again, and we leave. The wind wraps around us. I can feel her body shake as I pick up speed. Her face presses against the middle of my back, tightening her body against my own.

I just pray this ride back to the hotel is over quickly. And as I realize I’m taking her back to my hotel, I shake my head as to why I don’t just drop her off anywhere else.

Why have I taken her with me?

I stare at the hotel as I shut my bike off. Her arms stay wrapped around my waist, her head laying against my back. I try not to read too much into it, but I can’t ignore the warmness it brings me to have her touching me. I can’t even remember the last person who touched me and lived.

Yet here she is, touching me, hugging me.My body shivers at her touch.

Tapping her hand, I clear my throat. “We’re here.”

She jumps, releasing her body from me before scrambling down. I wish I could say I didn’t miss her being against me. Dismounting the bike myself, I all of a sudden have no idea what I’m supposed to do.

Kill the person, check.

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