Page 45 of Red Obsession

“Call me Z one more time, Red. Some random girl touching me isn’t going to come close to how angry you get,” I threaten.

“Oh, yeah, well news for you, I have a whole twenty-one years of anger built up.”

Grabbing her chin with my fingers, I force her to look directly at me.

“Tell me,” I demand. I want to know why she doesn’t like Rachel touching me.

But my stubborn woman keeps her mouth closed, trying to smirk as though she won something. Little does she know I’ll win at this game every single time.

Gripping her face harder, she winces, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Tell me,” I growl.

Shoving me hard against the chest, I drop my hand, waiting for her to smack me, knee me in the junk. Do almost anything, but what comes out of her mouth surprises me.

“You’re not hers.”

“I’m not,” I agree. I’ve never been Rachels, nor did I ever want to be hers.

“You’re not hers, Zion. She doesn’t get to touch you like that,” she grits out, jealousy filling the air. It all starts to make sense; she is jealous of some random girl.Little does she know, she’s all I see.

“She doesn’t.” Once again, I agree, crossing my arms over my chest. I wait for her to continue whatever path she is taking this conversation.

“You’re mine, you’re not hers. You don’t get to kiss me, tell me sweet things. Then just leave and let another girl touch you!” she growls, sounding more like a hurt kitten than anything else.

“I am?” I ask, not budging. I am hers. We never talked about it, but as far as I’m concerned, she is mine and I’m hers.

“Yes.” Gripping my shoulder, she pushes down. Easily I get down on my knees for her. Always. “Mine, and I didn’t like her touching you.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I smile. “I didn’t like her touching me either.” Dragging her closer to me, I need her touch now. “I didn’t realize someone grabbed me. I was too focused on trying to get to you. It wasn’t until I saw that look on your face,” I mutter.

“I want to see you,” she mumbles, her hands gripping the bottom of my mask.

My eyes glance around, and seeing no cars and no one, I nod. It’s a risk I never would have taken before, but if she wants to see my face, I’ll give it to her.

The moment my face is clear, Izel crushes her mouth to mine. Nothing sweet about the way she attacks my mouth, and I instantly open for her. Sucking onto her tongue, my arms tighten their grip around her waist. Izel gives no complaints as I take over, shoving my tongue into her mouth.

This kiss is much different from earlier. This is everything. This is a new beginning. A beginning for us, and I need her to know that. There is no one else; she’s it for me. Even if I don’t believe in the happily-ever-after fairy tale. She is my home. She is what I need. What I crave.

My cock is painfully hard against the zipper of my pants. Precum leaking from the tip, I need to get relief soon. I am sure to have blue balls from earlier when she rubbed herself against me.

“Zion,” she groans against my mouth.

Grabbing the waist of her pants, I rip them down her leg. Izel steps out of them, thankfully never protesting. Gripping her shirt, I go to lift when she stops me. I want to ask questions, but I can’t ruin this for us. Not right now.

My eyes drop down to her bare pussy. Her legs are pale and freckled. Soft red curls lay against her mound. Her thick thighs are asking to be wrapped around my head. My mouth waters just thinking about getting a taste of her.

I don’t give her time before I grab the back of her thighs, lifting her up. Wrapping her legs around my waist, I pull my zipper down, my cock pulsing as I press the tip against her warmth.

Her eyes widen down at me, knowing exactly what I’m about to do. The smallest nod, and I slam into her. Izel screams, throwing her head back, her nails digging into the back of my head. I growl against her throat, sucking on her skin. I barely give her time to get used to me before I’m using my hands against her ass to pull her up before thrusting her back down on my length.

Over and over.

I knew she was going to be tight; she’s much smaller than me. But the way she’s strangling me is causing me to lose the little control I do have.

“Don’t stop,” she begs.

“Never,” I grunt out. I never want to leave her. But I do slow down, turning, and I press her against the side of my truck. “Hold on,” I tell her, the only warning before I’m once again dragging my cock out of her before slamming home.

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