Page 34 of His Obsession Her Cure
“Yes,” I breathed, heat flooding me.
“Good. Hold still.”
He didn’t bother undressing me. Instead he pushed the dress up over my ass and ripped my panties before he freed his dick and pushed inside me in one deep thrust that made me bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“That’s it,” he grunted, setting a fast, rough rhythm that made the dress ride higher with every thrust. “Let them hear youif they’re close enough. Let them know exactly who you belong to.”
I couldn’t hold back my moan this time, and his hand tightened on my throat. His eyes locked on mine in the mirror as he drove into me harder, each thrust possessive and relentless.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” I gasped, my words tumbling out as I clenched around him.
“That’s right.” He said, his pace quickening causing his thick dick to hit my spot over and over.
He thrust until he finally stilled, impaling me as he spilled into me with a low, vicious groan, his body pressing me against the wall until neither of us could breathe. When he finally pulled out of me, he cleaned us up with my shirt from the bench. Once we were clean he smoothed the dress down over my hips, his touch gentle and sweet.
“Pretty as hell,” he murmured, kissing the back of my neck.
“Dammmmn bitch he fucked the shit our of us.”
True to his word Gunner bought the dress he had just fucked me in and another the same color along with a new shirt for me since he ruined them both. Along with a pile of other things. By the time we left I had a new book bag, two purses, four pairs of sandals, and four sundresses. I think Gunner had a thing for me in sundresses. We stopped in a few more stores and grabbed shoes, a couple more outfits, underwear and bras and some lingerie that Gunner picked out for me himself.
After shopping we had a nice lunch at a new Mexican restaurant in town. I had birria tacos and some frozen margaritas. This was by far one of the best days I’ve had. It seemed like this would be a normal occurrence with my new family. Gunner carried all my new things up to my room, where I received another surprise. On my bed was a brand new iPad pro with the keyboard and pencil, an apple watch, and iPhone16 PRO Max with a green floral case. And on top there was a school gift card. I turned and looked up at Gunner with my eyes brimming with tears, this is too much.
“I can’t accept these things from you. You got me so many things already." I rushed out.
“Ain’t nothing too much for you lil baby. I just want to see a smile on that pretty face of yours,” he said, walking over to me and placing a tender kiss on my lips, taking my breath away. He pulled away and wiped the tears that had fallen on cheeks.
“I told you that you’re gonna be my wife, it's nothing you can’t ask for that I won’t provide for you.” He said to me, and I could hear the sincerity in every word.
“Thank you so much,” I said. I wanted to give in and fall head over heels for this man. Only time would tell if I would keep standing in my own way letting past hurts dictate my future. But I had to make sure that the past stayed dead and didn’t come back to haunt me.
The branch outside my window scratched the glass of my bedroom window faintly in the night wind. Gunner had been gone for a few hours, and it was hard keeping my focus on my work when all I wanted to think about was him. I sat at the edge of my bed, textbooks sprawled around me, medical terminology blurring on the page. My eyes burned from another marathon of studying and straining my eyes. The view from my window overlooked the backyard that was currently blanketed on low lights and shadow. And it was in one of those shadows that I saw him.
A man stood just beyond the treeline mostly hidden in shadows. But he was there, his broad shoulders, and tilt of his head was familiar and wrong. Something about the way he stood made my breath catch in my throat and my anki clatter to the floor.
“Taye…” I whispered.
It couldn’t be. His face was hidden by the shadow of the trees, his skin was pale and distorted, but his silhouette was still unmistakable. And then he stepped forward just an inch and bloody mouth moving soundlessly, like he was still gagged.
Just then my stomach lurched, and my skin went cold. “No. You’re dead. I... I killed you.”
“Stop it. He’s not there, Pepper. He’s gone. We buried that piece of shit in screams and blood. You’re just tired. Too much studying, too much pressure. You’re seeing things.”
“But he’s…” My voice cracked, trembling. “He’s right there, Nyx. Staring at me.” I said, closing my eyes.
“You’re letting the stress get in your head. Gunner. Med school. Us. All of it. You think ghosts are real now? Please. You’re stronger than that. We are not crazy. So, stop acting like it.”
“But I saw…” What exactly? In the time it took me to blink the ghostly figure was gone. I was losing it like everyone said I was cracking up. It was a fact that ghosts did not exist and that Taye was gone and never coming back. So, why was I seeing him now?
I pressed my face to the window again, harder this time. But there was nothing as if he had melted back into the night. I wrapped my arms around myself, suddenly cold.
“Ignore it. Focus. He’s not haunting you, Pepper. That new feeling in the pit of your stomach is just your guilt trying to crawl in. Don’t give it power. It will ruin you. He’s gone for a reason. We’re free.”
I nodded, but my eyes stayed locked on the glass of my window trying to shake the new emotions that have been plaguing me since moving here. And for the first time since his death, I wasn’t sure if Nyx was protecting me… or hiding the truth from me.
Chapter 13
