Page 24 of Their Obsession

I secretly love when she’s a little brat. Maybe one of these days she’ll let me teach her a lesson with a little spanking session.Everything’s been so new and exciting so we haven’t gotten to dive too deeply into ourinterests, but I’d love to watch her sweet little ass dimple under the weight of my palm.

I lay a sharp, quick smack on said beautiful ass. She yelps and jumps at the sudden sting. I take the opportunity to wrap her up in my arms and lay soft kisses along her neck. She melts into my hold, moaning softly as I caress her with my mouth and hands.

“So, who’s the new player?” she asks right as a shadow moves in the doorway.

My eyes fly to the hallway where a figure is standing. His cold, hard stare is fixed on my hands that are still holding on to Lilly’s ass. An unreadable expression flits across his face before his gaze lifts to meet mine. Our eyes clash, and I can’t seem to figureout what it is that I’m feeling. Afraid? Excited? Appreciative? Terrified?

“Meet him yourself, babe,” I tell her as I let my hands fall away.

No use hiding since he’s already seen us wrapped around one another.

Lilly turns from me to face the doorway. I can’t see her face but her body language instantly changes. She goes stiff and rigid. In contrast, a slow smirk pulls across Dmitri Volkkon’s face as his heated gaze shifts to Lilly.

He takes a minute to look her up and down before finally speaking. “Hello,Moy Klubnika. Have you missed me?”

THIRTEEN

Lilly

Ten Years Ago

There’s a place somewhere between sleeping and awake. It’s like a tunnel, and at one end is the dream you’re leaving behind and at the other is conscious awareness of you lying in bed asleep. For some people, it’s a long tunnel. For others, it’s barely a blink.

Right now, I’m stuck in that tunnel.

The dream I was having was nice, cozy. Something about water. Maybe rain? It’s slipping from my memory more and more with each and every second. My mind slowly turning back on, becoming aware of the room around me.

My bed, the cold air, the darkness. It’s not morning yet, I realize. It must be the middle of the night.

And then his face comes into view. He’s leaning over me, watching me as I sleep. The black and white plastic of the mask glaring in the moonlight that’s peeking in from the open balconydoors.

My eyes shoot open as conscious awareness comes flooding back to my mind. I try to sit up and scoot away but he pins me down, caging me to the bed with his arms. His face is inches from my own, so close I can hear his heaving breaths against the plastic of the mask.

“Were you watching me sleep?” I ask in barely a whisper.

“Yes,” he grunts as he fumbles with the blankets, pulling them tighter around us. He pulls them over his shoulders, essentially sealing us off from the world.

“Why?” I ask as I take stock of what’s going on. He’s kneeling between my thighs. His arms are on either side of my head with the blanket draped across his shoulders. His masked face is right above mine as he stares down at me. The scent of cinnamon and sugar wraps around me, comforting me.

“I enjoy watching you sleep.” He shifts his weight so that he’s balancing on one hand, the other starts lightly caressing the exposed expanse of flesh on my bare thighs. I’m in small sleep shorts that barely cover anything. I’m suddenly very aware of just how little they cover. “You look so peaceful, so calm. I like seeing you like that. Normally you look so stressed and upset.” His fingers trail along the lower hem of my shorts teasingly. “I want to help you unwind a little.” He stops right before touching me where I’m desperately craving his fingers most. “Will you let me?”

Is he asking me for permission to touch me?

“I—I want you to, but—“ I wrap my fingers around his wrist, stopping him from going any further.

I bring his hand up to the waistband of my shorts, letting him pull them down slightly. He lets out a growl that has me arching my back with want. But I can’t do this anymore. I need to know who it is I’m letting into my bed.

“I want to look into your eyes first,” I plead as I lead his handfurther down, letting him expose more of myself.

He pulls away sharply. The sting of rejection is instant, and I sink away into my pillow, briefly taking a calming breath and attempting to stay in the moment.

“I can’t,” he seethes behind the mask. “You won’t like what you see.”

“Please,” I roll my hips, egging him on as his fingers skim the waist of my sleep shorts, barely brushing the thin strip of hair I have beneath. “Don’t you want me?”

His hand suddenly wraps around my throat. His grip is tight, cutting off my airway slightly. Not tight enough that I can’t breathe at all, but enough to make my body begin to panic. I suck in sharp breaths as he leans down to whisper in my ear, “You’re mine,Moy Klubnika. I’ve wanted to be with you since the first moment I saw you. But now, I don’t just want you. I’mobsessedwith you. Your darkness calls to me, little killer.”

His voice sounds strained as if he’s holding himself back. But I don’t want him to hold himself back. Despite my better judgment, I desperately want him to let go. I’m finding that I crave the darkness this masked stranger has brought to my life. I’m always expected to be upright, perfect, pristine. With him, I can just be free. He’s seen me in my darkest moment, and instead of running from me, he’s seemingly drawn to me even more. The flames of our combined chaos might be our undoing, but the path to Hell will be lined with pleasure.

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