Page 11 of Their Obsession

I don’t wait for her response. I spin and try my best to look calm and cool despite the rising panic threatening to overtake me. I shove and weave through the crowd of fucked up party goers, looking for an exit from the chaos. People are everywhere. Grinding, groping, drinking, fighting—it’s all too much. It feels as though the walls are closing in on me. I’m overstimulated and panicked. I’m drowning in a sea of people and no one even notices. Eventually, in the back of the house, I find a staircase leading to an upper level that looks quieter. Without another thought, my feet carry me up the wooden stairs as my heart pounds aggressively against my ribs. The staircase opens to a deserted hallway. No one appears to be up here, which means I probably shouldn’t be either, but I just need a minute to clear my head and calm the anxiety growing inside me.

Slipping into the first unlocked door I can find, I let out along sigh.Alone. Quiet. Safe.The tidal wave of anxious energy that threatened to pull me under a moment ago starts to settle. Looking around, it’s clear I’ve wandered into a bedroom. It’s dark but I can make out, through the thin strip of light streaming in from the frame of the doorway, that there’s a bed and a desk. I stumble slightly as I push off the wooden door behind me and make my way towards the bed. I only had two drinks downstairs but I’m not used to drinking. Between the alcohol and my near panic attack, my head is swimming and the room is spinning. I just need to rest for a moment, and then everything will be okay.

Plopping down on the bed, I bury my face in my hands. Closed spaces help me regulate my breathing.Deep breath in, hold, and then let it out. I steady my breathing, forcing myself back down to reality and calming my racing heart. ‘Generalized Anxiety Disorder’ my therapist calls it, but really, it just means that I’m a control freak that can’t even handle having fun at a party.

The sound of the door clicking registers in my periphery. Shooting my head up, I take in the sight of the person who has decided to join me. He’s tall and broad, wearing ripped black jeans and a black hoodie that strains tight against his muscular arms and shoulders. But it’s not his looming presence that has my heart pounding and my breath caught in my throat. He’s wearing a mask—aGhostfacemask like from the Scream movies. The white and black plastic is attached in the back to a black hood that extends down to the fabric of his sweatshirt, leaving him completely disguised.

“Sorry. I uh—” I go to stand and get the fuck out of here, but he shakes his head ‘no.’

He takes a step away from the door. One step closer to me. He cocks his head to the side, giving him an even more sinister appearance.

I need to get the fuck out of here. His presence has my instincts on edge. I need to escape and get back to the crowd of peoplebelow, far away from whoever is behind the mask.

“Sorry if this is your room, or whatever,” I say as I stand, refusing to look at him so he can’t pin me to the bed again with a single look. I glance down, pretending to straighten my skirt. “I just needed a minute to catch my breath, but I’ll just get out of here and head back down to my friends—”

As I walk past him, giving a wide berth with my eyes planted firmly on the ground, he reaches out and grabs me. His large fingers wrap around my wrist. Where our skin meets it feels like I’m on fire. He holds me in a bruising grip, pulling me backwards until I bump against something solid and large. My back hits his front, and it’s clear he doesn’t just look muscular—being pulled against him is like being pushed into a brick wall. I gasp as he readjusts our bodies, spinning me to face him.

“This isn’t funny,” I tell him as I try to escape his possessive hold. “Let me go.”

He doesn’t say anything, instead he watches my feeble attempt to free myself with stoic indifference. My heart rate is skyrocketing with fear and anger.

And yet, there’s also a different set of feelings blooming deep down. He smells… like cinnamon and sugar. Warm and comforting. It’s soothing, a part of my soul that doesn’t want to fight him. His body heat melts into my skin. His touch is demanding and dominating but electrifying. I want him to leave me the fuck alone, and also, I don’t want him to stop touching me. I know I should fight him but a part of me wants to give in to this masked stranger immediately. I’ve never felt like this around another person before—as if he’s completely enraptured me with a single touch.

He knows my secret though.

Using his grip on my arm, he backs me up across the room. My spine hits the door with a thump that reverberates throughout my core. The air leaves my chest, and I close my eyes. His gripleaves my arm but I can feel his body caging me in, his heat and warm scent dampening out everything else until all that’s left is him.

“Eyes open,” he demands. His voice is familiar but I can’t place it.

His tone leaves no room for argument. I open my eyes and am met with empty black darkness staring back. His hand moves to my face, and I flinch. But his touch is soft, caring even, as he moves a lock of hair behind my ear and cups my cheek in his massive palm.

His hand trails down from my cheek, fingers gently running down the length of my neck. It sends shivers skittering down my skin. His fingers skim down my chest and the side of my breast. I squirm in needy discomfort as he slowly peruses my body with his feather-light touch. His hand stops on my hip, grabbing onto me and pulling me even closer, so close that our lips are almost touching, or would be if he wasn’t wearing a mask. I wet my lips with my tongue.

“It’s you again.” The words are barely a whisper as they escape from my lips.

With his grip on my hip, he spins me again. My hands fly out to brace myself against the door. He grinds his hips into me from behind and I can feel his stiffness rubbing against my ass. Heat rises to my cheeks as I realize he’s hard. His hand moves from my hip to the waistband of my skirt.

“Wait,” I mutter fearfully as he slides the tips of his fingers beneath fabric. “I’m—I mean, I haven’t ever—”

A whimpering cry falls from my lips as his giant hand plunges beneath my skirt and booty shorts, cupping my most sensitive area.

“You’re a virgin,” he growls in my ear, continuing to grind his hardness against my ass while cupping my pussy. He’s not moving his fingers, just holding them against me. “I know,MoyKlubnika.”

His fingers slowly caress the outside of me. Slickness begins to build between my thighs and I can’t help the need growing in my core. I’m not sure what type of sick game he’s playing, but at this moment, all I care about is the feeling of his hands on me. My hips grind against him of their own accord, eliciting a deep chuckle to rumble through my masked man’s chest.

“Your first time belongs to me, princess.” His fingers spread me wide open, causing me to squirm, which only results in me pressing my ass further against his stiffness. I’m trapped, completely at this stranger’s mercy. “But when I take you, it won’t be rushed, or with you drunk at some fucking house party full of people.” With two fingers still holding me open, he uses a third to rub small circles against a spot that has me quivering with pleasure. “When I claim you, I want to be able to take my fucking time.”

Warmth spreads through my entire core. My breathing is ragged and unsteady as his finger rubs against me in the most maddeningly delicious way. I shouldn’t want this, and yet, it feels as though I might die if he stops.

“So wet for me, aren’t you,Moy Klubnika?” The name, the voice—it’s all so familiar, and yet, all my mind seems to be able to think about right now is how good he feels.

“Please, who are you?” I ask between gasping breaths.

“You don’t need my name right now. Trust me, beautiful, I know what you need.”

He picks up speed, flicking and rubbing my clit in a way that has me dripping with desire. I can’t explain why but I want to trust him. I shouldn’t, and yet, I can’t seem to help myself.

“Lilly?” a muffled voice calls out from the other side of the door.

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