Page 151 of Obsession
Clinging to his broad shoulders, I bite my lip hard to keep the sounds inside. It’s everything I need it to be. A quick hard fuck. Nothing more. Nothing less.
He bounces me on his dick in time with his thrusts, and liquid pleasure heats my core. I close my eyes so I don’t have to look at him, focusing instead on the spot where we’re connected.
A cock is a cock.
It’s just sex.
Nothing more.
And for one brief moment of reprieve, there and gone in the blink of an eye, I am not in love with Robbie Hammond. I’m just another lost and broken woman getting railed by a stranger at the roadside. As fucked up as it is, this is me exerting my control in the most twisted way possible.
Maybe my emotions belong to Robbie. Maybe he stole my heart when he sat across from me, or maybe I handed them over willingly. But my body is mine. Thischoiceis mine.
“You close, beautiful?”
The stranger’s voice is wrong.
“Don’t speak.”
Chuckling, he changes angle, and my eyes fly open as my clit grinds against his pelvis. “Whatever you need, sweetheart.”
Despite my best effort to stay quiet, a moan slips through, and it makes me feel worse. I’m not supposed to enjoy this. I’m self-destructing, using a stranger to externalize the pain Robbie left me, like a wrapped gift with a pretty bow, when he walked away. Instead, I’m coiled so tight I’m about to lose myself.
Whatever happens, and no matter how good it feels, I can’t let myself get lost.
I already lost myself once, seated across from a dangerous man with piercing blue eyes and the promise of death at his fingertips.
Never again.
“No,” I whisper, shaking my head desperately, my heat pulsing around his dick.
“Don’t fight it,” he says in that raspy, masculine voice that’s all wrong.
He fucks me harder and tightens his grip. His nostrils flare as the windows steam up around us.
I’m vaguely aware of the rain on the roof, the rich scent of pine trees, and his cologne with hints of leather and cinnamon—foreign and strange and not at all what I’ve come to love.
“That’s it,” he says when my eyes fall closed. “Let go.”
And I do.
My head falls back to expose my throat, and I free-fall.
He chases his orgasm, fucking me hard and quick, all sense of rhythm gone—a race to the finish line. When he finally releases,a low grunt escapes his throat as he presses his forehead against my chest. His breaths gust over my cleavage, and I respond by digging my nails into the muscles on his arms, feeling the fabric of his suit jacket bunch up beneath my fingers.
I count the seconds as we catch our breaths. Two strangers lost in each other, running from the demons of our past.
It dawns on me that I don’t know his name, even as he breathes hard against my chest, still buried inside me.
Locked away inside this steamed-up car, I could be anyone, just like he is no one, but at the same time, he’s everything I never knew I needed.
At least until the pain hits me square in the chest, but that can wait until later when the rain stops.
But for now, while it still patters softly on the roof, I’ll remain in this bubble where I’m not a killer in love with an even bigger monster.
“Do you watch the news?” I ask, threading my fingers in his sweaty, coarse hair.
I feel him pause before he looks up at me questioningly.
