Page 76 of Obsession
“Are you scared I’ll kill you?” He brings the blade to my lips, coating them in coppery, slick blood—myblood—and then he leans down and swipes his warm tongue across my bottom lip—fire on ice. I moan at the heat, needing more. So much more.
When I try to reach for him, he secures my wrists in his free hand and yanks them over my head.
Squirming, I try to get away or to get closer. I don’t know which. Robbie is a dangerous drug slithering through my veins, and I crave the rush of fear and the complete insanity of having the attention of a notorious serial killer solely on me. No man has ever made me feel this alive and reckless.
He breaks the kiss and sucks my lip between his teeth, then bites down hard. Pain explodes, and blood floods my mouth. I fight his grip on my hands, moaning shamelessly.
I’m so cold.
So warm.
I’m coming undone.
“Answer the question, Savannah. Are you scared that I’ll kill you?”
“Yes…” My obnoxiously breathy admittance whispers across his lips as I raise my hips off the ground. Fuck, I need to feel him.
“Good.” The deep timbre of his baritone wraps around my hazy mind like swirling shadows.
In a quick move, he flips me onto my stomach and shoves my jeans halfway down my legs to expose my ass to the frigidly cold breeze.
I squeak, surprised, but he grips my hair before I can crawl away, then slams my cheek against the compressed snow. He cups my pussy and applies pressure to my asshole with his thumb.
Anchored by his complete control, I hold my breath as he breaches my ring of muscle.
“You should fear me,” he warns, low and fierce, when I whimper, his breath whispering across the shell of my ear.
I press back against his thumb, and my pussy pulses around nothing, shamelessly aroused despite the burning pain.
“I trust you.” My labored exhales gusts out in front of me, cheek burning and stinging, squished in the snow.
His low chuckle caresses the curve of my neck like a deadly promise—cold, ruthless, callous. “Don’t.”
“You killed Officer Miller—” I start, then squeeze my eyes shut when he snarls.
He rips his thumb out of me and smacks my ass hard. The blow is so sudden and sharp, I almost fucking come as prickles of pain bloom across my bare skin.
“Don’t ever speak another man’s name when I’m inside you. Not unless you want me to unleash something truly fucking dark.” He smacks me again—this time hard enough to cause a sob to choke my voice.
“Please,” I whisper shakily. Robbie wasn’t holding back when he slapped me, and now my backside burns and stings so intensely that it’s almost overwhelming, but I still want more—needmore.
“Please, what?” His chest rumbles against my back, and he covers me with his body and sinks his teeth into my ear.
Squirming, I try to pull free from his strong grip on my hands, but it’s pointless. He’s so much stronger and bigger.
“Say it.”
“Please fuck me, Robbie.”
His cruel chuckle sends heat directly to my core.
“You want me to fuck you like a whore on a snowy, public footpath in the middle of the night? Is that what you want?” Hegrinds his hips, licking the shell of my ear, then lets go of my wrists to press the tip of the knife to my throat.
Whimpering, I hold still, scared in case he cuts me, scared he might finally kill me, scared he’ll stop. His hips roll, coaxing a different kind of sound to claw its way up my throat—one of pure lust.
“I need you.”
“Baby,” he breathes, palming my ass. “I’m dangerous. I might hurt you.”
