Page 19 of Their Obsession

I’m not sure if I want to know. If he did, then he was protecting me but he’s also a psycho. If not, then there’s more than one person messing with my life and turning it upside down right as I’m about to finally escape. But I can’t not know.

“Yes,” he confirms without faltering. “And I’d do it again ina heartbeat.” His hand slides to my tank top, ripping it down, exposing my breasts to him. I suck in a sharp breath, but for some reason, I don’t move to cover myself or turn away. His heated gaze on my exposed flesh feels exciting. “You’re mine,Moy Klubnika. I’ve seen your darkness, and it only made me want you more. You’re mine to protect.” He reaches out and palms at my breast, forcing a breathy moan to escape my lips. “And no one touches what’s mine.”

He moves so quickly that I barely register what’s happening. His arms are wrapped around me, his warm breath on my neck, holding me tightly against his muscular form. He must have pulled up the mask, but I can’t see from the way my head is tightly thrust against his shoulder. His teeth sink into the tender junction between my shoulder and neck, biting and sucking until I’m sure there will be a mark.Hismark.Hisclaim.

“Why me?” I ask as he continues his assault along the column of my neck, leaving a path of hickies along the way.

“It’s always been you.” He rights his mask before he speaks, muffling his voice again. “You always have been, and always will be, mine.”

He rises to his full height. His dark and opposing form looms above me. He’s wearing a long sleeve black tee that clings tightly to his muscles, black pants, and that mask. I have no idea if he knows that theScreammovies are my favorite horror films or if it’s just a weird coincidence, but either way, having my very own bad guy is as thrilling as it is terrifying.

“Get on your knees,Moy Klubnika,” he demands as his hands fall to his belt.

“Wha—what?” I stutter as I attempt to back away but he has me pinned between his hard body and the edge of my bed. My soft white duvet is cool against the heated skin on the back of my neck which is flushed with embarrassment.

His hand reaches inside his pants, thrusting beneath the blackfabric.

Is he… touching himself? In front of me?

“I can’t wait any longer to have you. I’ve waited long enough now. I’m either fucking your throat or your tits tonight.” He grunts as he continues to fist himself behind the confines of his pants. “Your choice.”

“And what if I say no?” I ask as my eyes are glued to the way his hips jerk in rhythm with his hand.

I shouldn’t want this. He’s stalked me, broken into my house, left a bloody present in my locker, threatened me, maybe even murdered someone, and I have no idea who he is. And yet, the pulsing between my legs and the embarrassing wetness says that I very much do want him. There’s something about this dangerous stranger that seems to call to a dark part of my soul.

“That’s not one of your choices,” he growls before reaching out and pinching one of my stiffened nipples.

I shriek and whine but my back bows out, begging for more. When he pulls back, we’re left staring at each other. The tension is thick enough to cut with a knife. I should pull my shirt up, or at least cover myself, but the heat of his gaze as he takes in my body is intoxicating. I feel powerful, prized as he grunts and touches himself to the mere sight of me. And then he pulls down his pants and boxers, exposing himself to me. I’ve made out with guys, fooled around before, sure. But this feels different. His cock is impressive. It’s red and throbbing and veiny. The urge to reach out and touch it is so strong.

“My parents could walk in any minute,” I mumble in defiance even as my hips begin to thrust on their own accord, and my mouth waters at the dirty sight in front of me.

“Don’t lie, princess.” His hand moves into my hair, cradling the back of my head. “Your dad’s playing tonight and your mom’s in the family box watching. Normally you’d go with but you had too much homework tonight.”

How can he possibly know all this about me?

His hand tightens in my hair. The sharp sting of my scalp is enough to drag my mind away from the racing thoughts and worries and back into the moment.

“Lay down on the bed and push your tits together so I can fuck them,” he demands.

“But,” I lick my lower lip. “I want to…”

I can’t say it. It’s too dirty. I’m not one ofthosegirls, but I also can’t help the burning need I feel totastehim. He knows who I really am and he still wants me. That knowledge is intoxicating.

I pull against his tight grip on my hair, reaching my head towards him. He loosens his hold, allowing me to close the distance between us. My tongue darts out as I gently lick the tip of his throbbing crown. It’s so soft and silky, but the taste is unlike anything I’ve ever tasted before. It’s bitter and salty and something about it has me humming audibly with desire.

“I haven’t done this much… The one time you saw, th–that was the only time I’ve… I don’t really know what to do so if I’m doing it wrong—”

I suck in a sharp breath as he pulls my hair again. “You’re perfection,Moy Klubnika. That pretty little mouth around my cock is all I’ve dreamed about for so long. Ever since that night.”

With his hand in my hair, he gently guides me back towards his awaiting member. I eagerly open my mouth, letting him slide inside me. It’s so hard and yet so silky at the same time. And when I run my tongue along the bottom he twitches in my mouth.

“Fuck yes, just like that,” he praises as he softly strokes my hair from my face. “Now, suck on it while you move your mouth up and down for me.”

My eyes never leave his as I try to follow his instructions. Well, I mean, I can’t actually see his eyes—I can’t see any of his face with the mask—but I stare into the empty black eye holes. Itseems like he’s barely letting himself breathe. I try to take him deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, and I gag. Tears prick my eyes. I try to pull away but he holds me by the back of my head, forcing me to take him.

“You feel so good. Better than I imagined. I’ve been fantasizing about this since that night, you know?” He hums as he thrusts his hips, hitting the back of my throat again and again and again. All I can do is try to relax and take it as he uses me.

The rational part of my brain knows that I shouldn’t let a masked stranger break into my home and suffocate me with his cock. But the needy throb between my thighs says otherwise. Part of mewantshim to use me for his pleasure.

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