Page 29 of Their Obsession

My face hits the pillow with a thud. His weight on top of me is suffocating. But it’s his scent that has my body going into a full on fight-or-flight response. He smells the same as he used to—like cinnamon and sugar. His smell immediately pulls me back into memories I’ve tried so hard to run from. I fight with everything I have; clawing and kicking at him as much as I’m able. But he’s so much bigger and stronger. He’s not the boy I fell for. He’s a man and a professional athlete. I have no chance of overpowering him.

“Fuck you!” I seethe as I try to buck him off of me. “I hate you!”

“I think you hate the way you don’t hate me, princess,” he whispers in my ear as he continues to pin me down. I can almost hear the smugness in his tone and it makes me see red.

Despite my fight, he’s able to flip me before leaning over me and pinning my arms above my head against the couch. I realize I’m caught. There’s no fighting him. Pain spikes in my wrist. It’s been feeling much better lately but it’s still not completely healed. He notices and loosens his grip on me slightly. That’s the thing about Dom—as much as he hurt me, he was also the only one who’s ever protected me. Well, that is until Noah. I let my body rest as I try to think of a way to outsmart him and make a break for it. We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment, our breathing heavy and loud in the oppressive silence of the night.

A small smirk finally pulls at the corner of his full lips as he stares down at me, his dark gaze assessing me. “I missed you,” he finally says as he leans in, placing his nose against the crook of my neck and inhaling, as if savoring my scent. “Klubnika,” he whispers to himself in Russian.

His teeth sink into the flesh of my neck, biting roughly. I cry out in pain, but as he begins to suck on the flesh, the pain turns into something else entirely. His hips roll against me and I’m acutely aware that we’re both essentially still naked. I have no doubt that he’s leaving hickies along my neck. His cock rubs against the spot between my thighs, and I bite my bottom lip to hold back a moan. Heat is rapidly growing in my core despite my best attempts to not be affected by him. But I can smell him, taste him, feel him, and my body reacts.I hate himthough, even if my body doesn’t.

One hand still tightly holds my wrists while the other snakes between us. Slipping a single finger inside the leg of my sleep shorts, he delicately caresses my lips. “So wet for me. You missed me too, didn’t you?”

He’s not wrong. My body feels like it’s on fire, desperate for more. But I can’t give in to him, not after everything he’s put me through. He’s dangerous and callous, and I learned my lesson with him long ago.

“Stop,” I whine as he continues to rub gently against me.

As soon as the word is out of my mouth, he stops, though. He pulls back, still holding my wrists, still pinning me with his body, but he stops touching me. My body sags, immediately regretting the loss of his electric touch. I shouldn’t want him, and yet, I can’t seem to get enough.

“I will never do anything to hurt you,Moy Klubnika. Everything I’ve done has been to protect you. You know that.” His words are pointed, reminding me that neither of us is innocent. “If you want me to stop, I will.”

He removes his hand from my wrists, roughly ripping my sleep shorts down my legs and throwing them across the room. He spreads my legs wide and brings the tip of his heated crown to my folds, rubbing against me in a way that has stars shooting behind my eyes. My hips rise to meet him despite my mind saying this is a terrible idea.

“But I don’t think you want me to stop. I think you know that you always have been and always will be mine. Your darkness matches mine, my love. And this is just the beginning of our second period.”

I groan as my eyes slip shut and I give myself over to the pleasure he’s pulling out of me. I want to hate him; I do hate him, but right now—I want to forget all the pain of the past.

“Say it,” he demands as he holds the tip right at my entrance. “Say you want me, and I’ll give you what you need.”

I shake my head, refusing to give into him. I’m not that same weak girl he tricked when we were kids. I made the mistake of trusting him once. I won’t make the same mistake again.

“I hate you,” I whisper so quiet that it’s barely audible, barely believable.

“You can hate me again in the morning,” he grits out as he pushes inside me ever so lightly. Just the tip is in and my walls are already pulsing in pleasure. He’s right—I do want him. For whatever fucked up reason, I can’t seem to convince myself otherwise. “But right now, let me give you what you crave.”

“Yes.” I breathe out on an exhale as I relent and give in to the madness he seems to be able to pull from me no matter how hard I try to fight it.

The single word is the only permission he needs. With a sharp thrust of his hips, he shoves his length inside me. I’d forgotten how big he is, the stretch to take all of him leaving me burning. My walls pulse in an attempt to accommodate him. I cry out as he buries himself up to the hilt and lets out a strangled groan.

“Fuck, little killer, you’re so damn tight.” He begins to move his hips slightly back and forth, letting me get used to his intrusion. The burn of the stretch soon turns into blissful waves of pleasure. “This pussy is made for me, isn’t it?”

All I can manage to do is hold on to the couch cushions as he thrusts roughly. My body seems to boil as heat builds in my core. I won’t last long before I shatter for the man who shattered my heart and left me broken and bruised. I hate how good he makes me feel. I moan as he hits a certain spot that has stars dancing around the edges of my vision.

“I want to hear you say it,Moy Klubnika.” His hand falls to my throat, squeezing just enough to cut off my air but not enough to truly hurt. My eyes fly open in panic as I try to suck in air. It’s no use; he’s in complete control. “Say this pussy belongs to me.”

He ruts into me like a beast. His hips thrusting against my flesh is bruisingly intense. My lungs are on fire. And yet, the pleasure he’s pulling from my body is unreal. His other hand falls to my clit as he rubs the hardened nub in dizzying circles. It’s too much, I can’t hold back much longer.

“Are. You. Mine?” he grits out, thrusting between every word as my pussy clenches his hardened length.

When I don’t reply, he pinches my clit. The pain is what pushes me over the edge. My entire body feels as though it’s on fire as I come for him. Wave after wave of ecstasy rushes through me.

“Yes!” I cry as my pleasure peaks.

My submission is his undoing. He comes with an animalistic roar. Rope after rope of warmth coats my insides. He’s right though—some part of me always has been and always will be his. I may hate him but some small shard of the heart he broke years ago remembers the boy I once loved. And I hate that I don’t completely hate him.

As my high fades, realization hits me like a fucking freight train. I shove him off of me as I attempt to squirm away.

What have I done?

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