Page 41 of Their Obsession

I automatically clench in discomfort at the unfamiliar feeling.

“No,” I tell him as he begins to pulse the pad of his finger against my opening.

The sensation is tight and slightly terrifying but not painful. His tongue returns to my cock, licking up until he reaches the head. He takes me inside his mouth again, sucking and licking in unison with the rhythm of his finger on my back hole. A feral groan rips from my chest as he plays my body with precision. He takes me down his throat again, his tightness constricting around me in the most satisfying way. He feels so good, too good. I’m not going to last long. His hips begin to thrust against the mattress, letting me know that he’s enjoying this as much as I am.

“We’re going to practice and stretch this tight little ass,” he speaks between panted breaths as he pulls his mouth from me again for a moment. His finger slips inside me a little more, and as much as my body wants to fight the intrusion, I can’t fight him. I’m completely at his mercy. “Get you gaped nice and wide so you can take my cock.”

He dives back down onto my length, sucking me wildly as his finger pushes past my tight ring of muscles and into my asshole. The sting is quickly replaced with waves of pleasure as he fucks me with his finger and his mouth.

“Would you like that,Moi Novichok? You want me to fuck your ass?” he asks in between bobbing up and down on my length. “Maybe I’ll fuck you while you fuck Lilly’s tight little cunt.”

The idea of the three of us is what sends me over the edge.I thread my fingers into his soft black hair and shove his head back down on my cock. With visions of fucking Lilly while being fucked by Dmitri play across my closed eyelids, I shoot my load down his throat. Rope after rope of cum shoots from me as I roar in pleasure. His throat constricts as he swallows down my release. Several panted expletives leave my lips as my orgasm rolls through me.

I’m completely lost to the waves of ecstasy rolling through me; so lost that I barely register noise in the background. It’s not until Dmitri removes himself from me, his heat leaving me a shivering and quivering mess, that I realize my phone is ringing over and over and over again. I reach to my nightstand and rip the offending electronic from the docking station where it’s charging. Who the fuck needs me so badly right now that they’re calling incessantly? It’s a number I don’t recognize. Usually I wouldn’t pick up but something tells me I need to. I lock eyes with Dmitri. He’s sitting back on his knees, between my thighs, licking his lips and thrusting his cock.

I’m sofucked. This man is like a drug—bad for me in a way that feels too good to ever stop.

My finger slides to unlock the phone and I bring it to my ear. My eyes never leaving the man in front of me as he fists his thick length.

“Noah?” The panicked voice on the other end immediately has my hackles raised. “It’s Emily, Lilly’s friend.”

“Emily?” I ask, trying to process what’s happening.Why would she call me?

Dmitri raises an eyebrow at me, no doubt thinking I’m talking to some booty-call puck bunny or something.

“Is Lilly with you?” Emily’s tone lies somewhere between panicked and hopeful. It immediately snaps me out of my post-orgasmic haze. I sit up fully.

“What do you mean ‘is Lilly with me?’ I thought she was withyou?” I ask through the device.

At the mention of Lilly’s name, Dmitri immediately stops. His face turns ice cold.

“She went to lunch with her mom and never came back. I called her work line and her apartment phone. She’s not answering and I’m getting worried. Her mom said she stormed out of their lunch upset. I thought maybe she’d run to you?”

Lilly never runs to anyone. She only ever runs away.

“She’s not here, but we’ll find her.” My eyes fly up to see Dmitri already on the move, slipping off the bed and into his discarded clothing.

“Please call me if you do.” Emily sounds more upset than when she originally called.

“You do the same, please,” I reply before hanging up and swinging my legs over the end of the bed.

“Where are you going?” I ask as Dmitri flings open the bedroom door.

He stops in his tracks and spins around to face me. His brown eyes are filled with something dark and determined. This is the man who terrifies his opponents. He crosses the distance between us until he’s standing right in front of me. I have to crane my neck back to look at him. He’s so large and opposing. He reaches out to cup my jaw in his massive hand.

“You go check her apartment and office to be safe,” he says as if he already knows exactly where she is and how this will play out. “I’m headed to where this all began. I’m going to drag her back here so I can show you both that you belong to me.Vy oba moi.”

Without explaining, he spins and leaves without looking back, leaving me alone and confused.

Where the hell is Lilly?

TWENTY-FOUR

Lilly

The blue and white colonial home still looks just as pristine as it did back then. The shutters look freshly painted and the lawn is neatly manicured. Another perfect house in the perfect little suburban neighborhood. His parents moved away long ago. I wonder if they disclosed their son’s presumed murder to the new buyers? Would this nice little couple buy this home willingly knowing that a teenage boy had gone missing from this home, his body never found?

The thought of his missing body sends a shiver up my spine. A single finger ended up in a box in my locker but where did the rest of him go? Dead bodies don’t just disappear.

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