Page 107 of Obsession
My eyes widen as they collide with a set of ocean blues peering at me from beneath the rim of a dark baseball cap. Just as fast, they skate from me to Elliot’s stiff back, and I shake my head, communicating with my eyes.
Don’t you fucking dare hurt him.
Those darkening eyes entrap mine, his head inclined to hide his face from the CCTV up in the left corner. My heart flutters so wildly that I feel lightheaded beneath Robbie’s scrutiny. That look in his eyes, that cold, ruthless promise of pain, makes my nipples bud and my toes curl in my boots.
When I trap my lip between my teeth, those same blue eyes flick down to my mouth, and his jaw tightens. He’s strung so tight that I can’t help but want to poke the bear, which would be a bad idea. Robbie is unstable, and I don’t want Elliot’s death on my conscience.
My gaze drops to the box in Robbie’s hands, and a chill racks my body. I swallow, meeting his gaze. The small smirk on his lips whispers a thousand secrets I can’t wait to uncover.
The doors slide open, and Elliot exits without a backward glance, taking his citrusy scent with him. Robbie presses a button that shuts the doors. My heart no longer flutters; it pounds, smashing against my chest like a wrecking ball.
Robbie slams his fist to the stop button, trapping us inside, and puts the box on the floor. Then, as he rises to his feet with a cruel smile that’s all sex and a wicked gleam in his eyes, I hold my breath. Anticipation and fear swirl inside my veins.
“I’m curious,” Robbie says as he comes for me, like a shadow of the night. “Would you have let him kiss you?”
I gasp when he grabs me in a chokehold with both hands. His eyes—now almost obsidian—lock onto mine, and he applies enough pressure to elicit sparks of terror. That and something else. Something much more delicious.
“Would you?”
I claw his wrists, gasping for any sliver of breath, no matter how small, that his tight hold on my throat will allow. My heart thunders. Heavy thuds that make me dizzy. I choke out a “Yes,” and he cuts off the last sliver of air I had access to. Panic sets in. Heady, lust-evoking terror of which I can’t get enough. My pussy clenches and throbs, making me needy and wet.
I lied. I would never let Elliot kiss me, but the deception was worth the rage in Robbie’s eyes. Especially when he hurts me this sweetly.
He must see the raw desire in my eyes, because he lets go of my neck with one hand and quickly unbuttons my jeans before shoving his big hand inside my panties and ramming two fingers inside me. The stretch is too much. I’m not ready, and it hurts. Robbie silences my whimper with a hard kiss, feasting on my lips and sucking on my tongue before biting down hard enough to draw blood.
I yelp, clutching his lapels.
“He’s a dead man walking,” he whispers into the kiss, his thumb flicking my clit. “You’re fucking lucky I didn’t snap his neck in full view of the camera.”
I moan against his lips, turned on beyond belief by his murderous threats. “You shouldn’t have come here, Robbie. You’ll get caught.”
“You think anyone can keep me from your pussy? From you?” He massages my inner walls, drawing pleasure from my body with effortless ease, his thumb rubbing my clit in mindless circles until all I can see and breathe is him. He slides his hand from my throat and grips my chin hard. This time, he doesn’t silence my loud moan, as though he wants it to carry through the elevator doors.
The self-control he exerts while fucking me with his fingers is almost scary to witness. I’m a toy to him, and he’s set on finding out for himself how far he can wind me up before I break. For Robbie, having complete control over the object of his fascination is what makes him feel safe. In this case, me.
I will break him. Maybe not today in this elevator, drugged on the darkness in his cold eyes. But one day soon, I’ll bring him to his knees. He will be mine.
His damp lips trail the length of my jaw to my ear, and he whispers, “Don’t piss me off, Savannah. You’re mine and only mine. If you kiss him, I’ll kill you both. And I’ll enjoy every minute.” His lips tip, followed by a breathy, erotic chuckle.
Goosebumps erupt over my arms. A third finger joins the previous two, making me see stars. He captures my lip between his teeth, nibbling and sucking.
I come with a cry, which he swallows with hungry, biting kisses. A blissful wave of pleasure pulsates between my legs, and he continues to ravage me until I’m utterly satiated.
My body hums, and my sensitive clit throbs. I’m barely able to stand, satisfied from the onslaught he wreaked on my body. He removes his hand from my panties and sucks his fingers clean, then grabs hold of my chin and warns, “Don’t forget who owns you, beautiful. If you provoke me, you won’t like theconsequences.” His hand falls away from my chin, and he slams the button again, causing the doors to glide open.
With his eyes on me, he picks up the box and walks back out like he owns the place.
45
ROBBIE
I’m leaning back against the brick wall, with one boot propped against it, hidden by the shadows in the alley and a set of large trashcans.
I take a deep drag on the cigarette, and the embers glow in the darkness. It’s a silent evening. Snow sails through the orange light of a nearby lamppost. I don’t know how long I’ve waited. It doesn’t matter. I’ll wait all night if I have to. Restless energy courses through me, and a muscle works in my jaw as I flick the ash.
The image of that fucker cornering my Savannah against the mirror is seared into my brain. I can’t shake it. I take another drag, allowing the sweet burn to ease my racing thoughts, and tip my head back. Snowflakes settle on my lashes and melt on my lips.
Blowing out a cloud of smoke, I watch it disperse. Savannah doesn’t want me to hurt him, and that makes me even more jittery. The voices whisper at the fringes of my consciousness, agitated, restless, hungry for carnage.
