Page 54 of Their Obsession

He uses his grip on the back of her hair to shove her down onto his dick. She chokes and gags, spit flying from the corners of her mouth. Peter doesn’t relent; he holds her firmly by the hair as he begins to fuck her face. I’m at war with myself—do I interrupt and pull him off of her? What if this is what she wanted? She was the one to lead him out here after all. But she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying this. Her eyes are blank, her hands shaking against his thighs.Something is wrong. I’ve never seen her look like this before.

“That’s it, you stupid slut. You’re so desperate to be liked that you’ll let me use you however I want, won’t you?” Peter grits out as he throws his head back, his closed eyes facing the heavens above.

And then movement below catches my eye. Lilly is pulling something from her back pocket. Something metal; it glints in the bright light of the moon despite the darkness of the night.Realization hits me like a train.

A knife.

She lured him out here and brought a knife.

What the hell is happening out in these woods?

I watch, completely enraptured as she brings the sharpened steel up to Peter’s abdomen. The muscles are contracting and rolling beneath his skin as he continues to thrust his hips, oblivious to the threat between his legs. With a sureness that surprises me, Lilly drives the point deep into his gut. Peter screams as red begins pouring from the wound. He tries to pull away but it appears that she bites down on the piece of him that’s still lodged in her mouth. His screams fill the night air, sending pleasurable shivers up and down my spine as I watch my goddess, my obsession, claim her revenge. I’ve never seen a sight that’s made me feel such all-consuming reverence. She pulls the knife to the side, ripping apart his abdomen. Bright red blood pours from the wound, spraying my girl in a sea of red. Peter stumbles, and Lilly releases her jaw, allowing him to disentangle himself from her and fall to the ground. She stands, bathed in his blood, looming above him. She stares for a moment before cocking her head as she watches him cower.

She’s not just beautiful and smart and strong—she’s wicked. And I could not be any more infatuated with her. She’s my perfection.

I walk from between the trees and enter the clearing. My foot falls on a twig and the short snap alerts her to my presence. Her head whips towards me, her eyes going wide with panic. It’s as if she was far away, lost somewhere within her own rage, and now she’s come crashing back to reality. The way her eyes widen in horror as she looks at me has my cock thickening even further behind my zipper, the tight confines of my jeans becoming uncomfortable. And then she looks down at the man dying at her feet, the retribution covering her hands. She drops the knifeon the ground and stumbles backwards. Like a cornered animal, her eyes flit back and forth rapidly. She glances between me and the bloodied body on the ground.

“Run now, little killer. I will clean up this mess for you,” I tell her as I walk across the clearing, closing the space between us until I can practically taste the metallic tang of blood on my tongue. “But know this—I will always chase you, and I will always catch you.” She sucks in a short breath at my words, her chest heaving.

Fuck.She’s the most magnificent thing I’ve ever seen. I’m utterly and entirely enraptured by this violently beautiful creature. Every new form she takes drives me deeper into my obsession.

“Who are you?” she whispers.

I shake my head. She’s had enough excitement for one night. I will gladly play the nameless villain for her today, because one day, I will be her hero.

“Run,” is all I say to her in return.

She doesn’t need to be told again. Turning on her heel, she takes off through the bushes and trees.

“Help.” a wheeze calls from beside me, pulling my attention away from the figure disappearing into the woods.

I turn my attention to Peter. He’s laying on the ground, a pool of blood around him. He’s so pale. The wound to his abdomen is deep and wide. He won’t survive. But that doesn’t mean I can’t get what I came for.

Leaning down, I bring the mask right up to his face. Recognition flashes across his features. “Dom?” he asks as his eyes go in and out of focus. He’s fading.

“You touched what belongs to me, Peter. You shouldn’t have done that,” I warn him as I grab his hand, bringing it up and pulling one of his fingers away from the rest. “She managed to get to you before I could, and I have to tell you, since you’reabout to die anyway I know you won’t judge. I got so fucking hard watching her carve you open. I thought I was into her before, but watching her violent fury turned me on so damn much. And I think I owe her a gift to show her just how infatuated I truly am.”

I bring the serrated blade I brought with me up to his index finger. The moment I begin to saw through flesh and tendon, Peter’s scream splits the silence of the woods. There’s less blood flowing through his body now that it’s mostly spilled on the ground, making this job cleaner than I anticipated. I saw through the bone until the finger separates from his hand. Peter is passed out now, barely alive. I continue to cut and saw until several fingers are completely free. I pull some fresh tissue paper from the bag I brought with me, wrapping the fingers in it. These will make a perfect present for my girl.

Because at the end of the day—we’re made for each other. She may have originally attracted me with her light, her kindness and bravery; but now that I’ve seen her darkness, I’m certain that she needs me just as much as I need her. I’m absolutely obsessed with Lilliana Pettersen and I will stop at nothing to make sure that she’s mine, just as I am irrevocably hers.

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