Page 32 of Red Obsession

Fuck. Me. Sideways.

“What’s your middle name?”

Snapping my head up, she narrows her eyes at me.

“What?”

“Middle name, Zion.” She orders me. And for some reason, I like that. I like her being sassy and bossy.

“Wyatt.”

“Well, Zion Wyatt Rain, would you be so kind, and get out!” Izel cocks her brow at me. I know I shouldn’t look; I know my eyes need to stay above chest level. But that doesn’t stop me from dropping my eyes down to her tits again. I’m truly going to hell. Not for murdering countless people. But because the idea of fucking her tits makes me groan, and I’m moments from losing myself before Izel snaps her fingers in front of my face.

“Zion!” she hisses.

“Fuck,” I mumble, standing up. I need to get out of this shower. I’m here to comfort her, not think about fucking her tits before I take her ass. God, I want to fuck her ass with my tongue. I want to taste her as she withers beneath me. I would tie her hands to my bed post, while I fucked her with my mouth–

“Zion Wyatt Rain!”

I’m staring at her tits again. “Sorry,” I mutter, backing out of the shower. I don’t say anything, shutting the shower door and the bathroom door. I’m now the one running from her bedroom to my own, needing to hide from staring so fucking hard at her.

I’m acting as though I’ve never seen a naked woman before. I’ve seen plenty and done plenty.

But fuck, the idea of Izel spread wide open for me, taking her ass, her tits jiggling—I’m near cumming in my pants from the idea. Her thick thighs wrap around my neck as I devour her cunt.

Shaking my head, I storm into my room, slamming the door before tugging my clothes off heading to the bathroom. I don’t stop until I’m in the shower and running the cold water. It does nothing to help my raging hard on. Somehow it makes it worse. My hand wraps around the base, giving a slow tug, precum beading at the tip.

“Ah, fuck,” I groan, my hand tightening around myself.

I’d wrap my hand around her hair as I dive into her, pounding into her warm wet cunt. I’d tie her hands behind her back, shoving my fingers down her throat. My cock deep in her pussy, whil–

“Ah, fuckkkk,” I grunt, cum shooting from my dick spraying the shower wall. “Fuck.”

My head hangs low, my breathing finally evens out as I realize I’m not any better than that man I killed. Here I am jacking off to the thought of her, sexualizing her.

Washing off the wall, I hurry through my shower before drying off and getting into bed. At the last second, I tug my mask and some clothes back on.I never sleep with them on, but the fear that Izel walking in here to find me not only naked but unmasked. I can’t risk it.

I’m just nearly asleep when a quiet knock on the door startles me awake. It takes all of two seconds before Izel opens the door, peeking her head inside.

“Are you awake?” she whispers.

Sitting up on my elbows, I mumble out, “Yeah.”

Closing the door, she leans against it waiting for something I’m not sure. After a few seconds, the need again for her to be close becomes overwhelming and I sit up fully.

“Are you okay?”

Izel nods, before she steps over to my bed. I open my mouth to ask again before she jumps into my bed, almost landing on me, dragging the covers up to her chin.

Turning onto her side, she asks, “How do you feel about cuddling?”

“Can’t say I’ve ever done it.” I try to think back to my childhood. Ma was always working. I don’t blame her, it was hard being a single parent. Let alone she raised me and my old best friend Killian. His father was a piece of shit who beat on him every day. Knowing this, Ma took him in, and he never left, had his own room even.

But I was never cuddled or much less talked about my feelings.

“Hmmm,” Izel hums. Her eyes rake down my arms before she moves to her back and stares up at the ceiling. Lying back, her hand immediately grabs mine, interlocking our fingers together. “I like holding your hand.”

"I like it too,” I blurt out.

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