Page 103 of The Art of Obsession
“That’s my dirty girl,” he purrs darkly while thrusting harder in my ass, his fingers rubbing against my slippery folds. “Come for me again, Everleigh. Only for me.” He licks my nipple, circling his tongue around the erect bud.
I clench my eyes shut and clamp down around his fingers. The world rips away. A thousand heartbeats thunder through my system. Like shimmery splatters of paint, ribbons of hot, liquid color surge waves of pure bliss inside me.
Once Acheron has found his release, shooting his cum inside me, he carries me beyond the stage. He says nothing. He just brings me to the bathhouse, surrounded by the fish tanks. He turns into Cal again, fucking me slow and strong inside the water until we become one so deep, it feels like our skin, our very souls are fused.
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“You don’t want love.” I narrow my eyes. “You want more
Chapter Playlist:
“On My Own” – Ashes Remain
“My Demons” – Starset
“Nothing Else Matters” - Metallica
CALLUM
Donning a new mask,I carry the dinner tray into Everleigh’s room.
The past few weeks have been a careful balance—keeping her close, monitoring her every move, and controlling the environment around her. But tonight, something feels different. Her energy is off, a palpable tension hanging in the air, like the quiet before a storm. She’s been on edge all day, fidgeting restlessly.
I’ve given her space, allowing her time to process whatever’s brewing inside her. But I’m done waiting. I intend to get answers, even if I must drag them out of her.
When I step inside, a vintage pillow harmlessly bounces off a glass wall. I lower my brows and inspect my muse. Everleighis standing in the center of the room, dressed in nothing more than my shirt—one I gave her after I fucked her last night. Top two buttons undone. The cuffed sleeves drown her wrists, and the hem only reaches her lower thighs, making her seem more petite.
Her hands tremble, her eyes wide with panic. She’s throwing things, trying to release some inner chaos. Her breathing is shallow, her body stiff with fear. She’s breaking down.
“Everleigh,” I call out, moving toward her slowly, setting the tray down on the nearby table. “What’s going on?”
She doesn’t answer. She throws a bath mat at the table this time, and I avoid the urge to smile since some subconscious part of her doesn’t want permanent damage since she’s hurling the softest things possible.
I step forward, but she turns on me suddenly, her eyes wild with terror. One split second passes before she attacks me, limbs thrashing, nails raking across my face. She gets one weak attempt before I arrest her wrists and jerk her to me, fury wreathing my eyes beyond my mask.
“I can’t—” she gasps, her voice cracking. “I can’t—I can’t breathe.” Her knees give out,
She’s catatonic now, her body shaking uncontrollably as the weight of fear consumes her. The room is a mess, but all I can focus on is her. Those unfocused eyes, her body rigid and spine locked with her terror. I know I need to do something before she hurts herself or loses herself completely.
Without hesitation, I carry her to the bed and tie her down. I’m quick and efficient, securing her wrists and ankles to the bed before she can resist. She’s still in a state of shock, but I can feel her body start to relax as I restrain her.
Our time in the crypt wasn’t enough to reverse the damage from her trauma, but it’s proven how much she needs the entrapment. It’s why her limbs go lax whenever I do this. Hertremors fade to a soft tremble. And her breaths slow to a manageable rhythm.
“Talk to me, Everleigh,” I say, my voice a low, calming presence while I mount her, my cock hardening from her raw vulnerability. “What’s happening?”
She stares at me, her chest heaving as she struggles to find her voice. “I’m late,” she whispers, her voice barely audible. “I feel it. I’m pregnant, Cal. I know it.”
The words hit me, but I don’t flinch. I’ve been waiting for this moment, watching for the signs. I let the truth sink in like a heated wave, savoring the feeling. Everything is falling into place. I smile down at her, showing her my approval while my dick throbs at the possibility.
Steadying myself for her sake, I take a deep breath, touch my lips to her brow, and say calmly, firmly, “Let’s find out for sure.”
Before she can say anything, I retrieve a needle from my jacket pocket—always prepared—and draw her blood quickly. Once the sample is secured, I kiss her deeply, fiercely, assuring her I will return with the results. After blindfolding her, I leave her bound and depart from the room, heading to the testing area.
It doesn’t take long to confirm the results.
I return a half hour later,closing the door quietly behind me. She’s sleeping, worn out after her panic attack.
I wake her in the way I love most…head between her legs, fucking her feminine center with my tongue. Not just fucking this time. I make love to that gorgeous, exquisite cunt.
