Page 42 of Shadowed Obsession

“Through work or…through work.”

I nod at the latter, and he snorts a laugh.

“You know?—”

“Yes, I know,baboso,” I interrupt, using an insult he’s often referred to me as. I don’t need to be reminded of how fucked up this can get.

“As long as you’re careful,” he reminds me, leaning his head back, fatigue in his voice. “Get your ass inside. I gotta work in the morning.”

Shit, so do I.

We say our goodbyes, and I step out of his car, my phone pressing against my thigh like it’s reminding me that I have messages waiting for me.

My hands shake with excited anticipation as I approach the front door to let myself in. I kick off my shoes, loosen my belt, and undo my shirt. I don’t even make it to my bedroom before I unlock my phone.

From Doe: 3 unread messages

From Doe: 1 movie

I tap on the screen several times to see what she sent me. Avideo?

Doe

You’ve got some fucking audacity.

Anyone could’ve seen you.

I’m glad you were jealous. Mission accomplished.

I press play on the video, and it starts with her fresh face wearing a flirty smile and giggling to herself from her balcony. She’s wearing a purple silky robe, and her cleavage has me drooling.

“I’m high right now,” she says, pausing to take a drag from a joint, jealousy rearing at the sight of her plump lips wrappedaround it. She releases the smoke in a steady stream before speaking again.

“You wouldn't know that I getreallyhorny after I smoke. Sadly, there’s no one to take care of me. And what you did at the bar before you left wasn’t very nice. What happened to southern hospitality?” she asks, mocking me with a chuckle, and takes another drag.

I resist the urge to respond because she can’t hear me. I try to ignore how hard I am from hearing her talk like this. But it’s fruitless, knowing it’ll end up in my hands.

“It’s not polite to leave a girl soaked and needy like that. Have you no manners?” she chides with a deep chuckle that makes me palm my dick through my pants. “Now, I have to go and take care of whatyoudid. I hope you’re proud of yourself, Scar.”

She hums, ashes the joint, and steps back into her room, holding the camera out in front of her.

“You know, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you like me. Do you like me, Scar? My dad is firmly against fraternization. He’d kill you for fucking me. Does that only make you want it more?” she taunts, her voice breathy and low.

The camera follows her movements as she holds it in front of her face, navigating her bedroom in the robe that’s loosening with every step she takes.

She halts, leaning forward to prop the phone against something, and I’m distracted by her peaked nipples and full breasts swaying before the camera. They’re seconds away from being set free as that flimsy belt struggles to conceal the deadly weapon that is her generous frame.

Coño.

The view widens as steps back enough for me to see all of her, pulling her straightened hair back into a messy bun before lowering to her knees to retrieve a box from under the bed. She returns to her height, setting the box on her bed, and siftsthrough it. She busies herself, setting aside a pink case and something green that I can’t make out.

What is she doing?

“Hmm. Oh well. It’s not like you’ll act on it anyway. You’re too scared of my father, and that’s a shame,” she tsks. “If you’re a professional and I’m wrong, youwon’twatch me through that camera as I make myself come. You’ll turn that feed off and go to bed like a good boy, won’t you? Or not.”

She shrugs, untying her robe to reveal a lacy purple lingerie, and I groan in response. My dick is painfully hard as she struts toward the camera, her gorgeous face in view as she holds the phone up.

“And if I’m right, you’ll watch, hoping to hear your name on my lips, and come with my name on yours. You can,ifyou want.Orgo be a good little spy for my father and rest,” she says playfully with a pout. “Goodnight, Scar.”

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