Page 25 of Their Obsession

Snaking my hand between us, I fumble until I find the bulge beneath his pants. Delicately, I let my fingers skim along the hardness there. His feral growl makes the space between my legs throb with need. I’ve never wanted someone like this. It’s as if I’ll combust if I don’t touch him and feel him touching me. His hips jerk as I continue to stroke him.

“If I’m yours no matter what, then what’s it matter if I see your face?” I ask him as my other hand slides underneath the curtainat the bottom of the mask. “You know my secret. It’s time I know yours.”

I stroke along the column of his neck in unison with the way I’m stroking his cock. It’s grown unbelievably firmer beneath the gentle strokes of my fingers. I can’t seem to stop the overpowering fire of desire that’s blooming throughout my body as I touch him.

“Please,” I plead as I move to slip the mask off of him. This time he doesn’t stop me.

“Promise you won’t freak out?” he asks as I start to slide the fabric up and off his throat. His Adam’s apple bobs as my fingers gently trace over it. His jaw is covered in rough stubble that feels uncomfortably pleasant against the pads of my skin.

“I won’t run from this, I promise,” I confirm as I reach the tough plastic and push it up over his head.

The first thing I notice is his thick, dark hair. It’s as dark as the night surrounding us. So black it’s nearly blue. And then he lifts his head and our eyes meet. He has a long face with a chiseled jaw and a slightly crooked nose. His eyes are what really strike me though—dark and deep and swirling with the aggression I’ve become so used to seeing in the eyes of one of my bullies. Above me is Dom Volkkon, one of my high school tormentors. And his cock is currently in my hand.

“Get the fuck off of me, Dom!” I scream as I pull my hands off of him and bring them back up to his chest. I shove and push, desperate to get him off of me.

“Not a goddamn chance, Lilliana, ” he snarls as he grabs both my wrists in one of his massive palms and pins them above my head. “You promised me you wouldn’t freak out.”

“Yes, I did,” I grunt as I desperately try to buck him off. But it’s no use; all I’m managing to do is rub up against his hard length. “Before I knew it was you! Is this some sick fucking joke? Sleep with me, then go laugh about it with all the other cool kids?”

“Will you just listen to me for a minute?” he growls as he attempts to pin me to the bed.

“I hate you!” I seethe as I stop to stare into the dark, empty pits of his cruel gaze.

He takes the opportunity to lick up the length of my neck. He stops at a tender spot below my ear and sucks, hard. Intense need shoots through my body forcing my back to arch into him. He chuckles before whispering into my ear.

“And I hate that no matter how hard I try, I can’t get over my obsession with you. You’re all I think about, all I dream about, all I want. I know your secret, and I will do whatever I can to keep you safe—always. You’re mine, Lilliana Pettersen.”

My mind and body are currently at war. I hate him. I have hated him for years. He and his hockey friends and the stupid skanks they hang out with me have made my life a living hell. And yet, the way his body thrusts into mine as we wrestle for control has need building in my core. I can tell he feels it too. His length is throbbing against my dampened sleep shorts.

“I’ve listened to you and your asshole friends belittle and threaten me for years. What could you possibly have to s—”

“Ineveronce threatened or harassed you.” He kicks his knees out, spreading my thighs wide. “I know the real you, Lillianna Pettersen. I’ve seen them harass and bully you and watched as you became smaller and smaller under their repeated assaults. But you’re not small, you’re the fucking full moon in the night sky,Moy Klubnika. I’ve noticed that anyone who ever bothered you found themselves in some rather undesirable situations afterwards, but have you?”

Settling himself between my legs, he pushes his hips down until he’s perfectly lined up with me. He rolls his lower half, causing the most delicious friction between our two bodies. Against my will, a moan escapes from between my lips.

“Chris asked you out and then treated you like shit,” hecontinues to talk as he rubs the maddeningly hard length between his legs against my dripping pussy. Every time he hits my clit and rubs against it, waves of unbearable pleasure shoot through my entire body. “And after practice the following week, a masked attacker showed up and hit him in the knees with a hockey stick.”

I remember that happening. The entire school was talking about it. Everyone assumed a player from our rival school was responsible. That they were trying to take him out before playoffs.

Was it really someone from the other school?

The speed of his hips increases. His lips are barely ghosting above mine, our warm exhales mingling together.

“And it was very unfortunate when that bitch Chelsea made you cry last year in biology class. Then, the next day her brand new Lexus had all four tires slashed and all the windows shattered,” he pants out as he ruts against me mercilessly.

I know I should fight him. He’s implying that he assaulted and terrified my classmates in the name of protecting me.

“Peter hurt you,” his voice is feral, more animal than man at this point. “And now, he will never hurt anyone again. Will he?”

The warring fear and pleasure coursing through my body are a potent mix. It’s too much. I feel as though I’ll combust.

“No one,” he grinds his pelvis roughly against me as he speaks, “touches you.”

“Please,” I beg as I lift my hips off the bed to meet his punishing thrusts. If this is madness, then I will gladly fall into the chaos he’s offering me. “Dom, I’m gonna—”

I try to stifle my loud moan as he thrusts against me, both of us chasing our release.

“Fuck,Moy Klubnika, having you moan my name—” He groans, and I can tell we’re both close. “You gonna come for me, pretty girl?”

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