Page 93 of Obsession
I freeze when he reaches for my hand and brings my fingers to his nose, inhaling deeply before whispering low enough for only me to hear, “Does Chapman know you’re fucking yourself to thoughts of Hammond?”
Snatching my hand back, I try to stand, but he keeps me caged against the chair, his lips tipping to the side. The knowing glint in his eyes twists my gut, and I look away when he wraps his fingers around my throat. “You’re hiding him in your house, aren’t you? Is that why all the curtains are closed? You don’t want the cops across the street to see your dirty little secret.”
“We’ve been over this,” I bite out, meeting his gaze. “They search my house before I enter. Don’t you think they’d know if Hammond was in there?”
He applies enough pressure to make my heart rate spike. “I think you let him fuck you at night.”
My nostrils flare, but I stay silent, refusing to let him see how much he rattles me when he goes from hot to cold in ten seconds like this.
“Why won’t you admit that you know where he is?”
“I know nothing,” I sneer through gritted teeth. “Get your fucking hands off me.”
His fingers fall away from my throat, but he keeps me in place with his arms on either side of me as he leans over me like an angry god. “Hammond is a heartless killer who won’t hesitate to kill you, Savannah. Are you truly that fucking naive?”
“Then tell on me, Elliot, if you’re that fucking sure I’m hiding Hammond. Let’s phone Chapman.”
A muscle tics in his cheek while he searches my eyes. He pushes off the chair and stands up. I follow him, rising to my feet. “Don’t pretend you care about me, Elliot. This has nothingto do with me or Hammond. It’s you.” I dig my finger into his chest. “You’re the problem here. It’s your need for control.”
Snatching up my wrist, he yanks me closer, but before he can open his mouth, the deep rumble of a masculine voice I know too well parts the dark storm clouds in Elliot’s eyes.
My head whips toward the door, and my heart somersaults when my eyes clash with Robbie’s. The blonde wig and the hat pulled low over his ice-blue eyes do little to hide his identity, but I quickly realize that Robbie thrives when he hides in plain sight.
Elliot still hasn’t looked away from my face, and I’m suddenly scared for him. Scared by the crashing waves in Robbie’s eyes. His jaw tightens, and sparks of heat shoot straight to my core. I’m suddenly aware of Elliot’s minty breath against the side of my face and the painful grip on my wrist. Not to mention the possessive air he exudes while he keeps his attention solely on me as though the stranger is beneath him.
“I have a parcel for you, Miss Campbell.”
The dark undertones in his gravelly voice propel me into action. I wrench free of Elliot’s iron grip on my wrist and swallow hard, aware that Elliot might recognize Robbie if he looks in his direction.
“We’re a little busy here,” Elliot growls at the stranger, throwing him a fleeting glance—too fleeting to notice how Robbie stiffens.
Panic flares inside me, and I catch Elliot’s gaze when he turns to talk to Robbie again. “I think we’re done here. Don’t you?”
He scoffs, shaking his head, but the bite behind my words must hit home. He slides his hands into his pockets and walks out, not bothering to look in Robbie’s direction again.
The moment Elliot turns the corner, Robbie crosses the room, grabs the back of my neck, and propels me forward. My front meets the desk, sending papers and this morning’s empty takeaway mug crashing to the floor. He tosses the parcel besideme and cups my pussy, his fingers bruising my tender neck. His warm breath skates along the side of my face, and his raspy voice growls in my ear, “You should have learned by now that I don’t take well to other men touching what’s mine.”
Defiance flares up inside me. “Then maybe you should touch me and give me what I need instead of hiding in the shadows like a scared little boy.”
His fingers twitch on my neck, and I hold my breath while my heart crashes against my ribs like the stormy waves that cause his chest to rise and fall against my back. His hand slides up, and he exhales as he drags his digits over my clit. I curse the fabric that keeps him from sinking his fingers inside me.
“You’re so horny I can feel your wetness through your pants,” he breathes, dragging his hand forward again, tightening his grip. My pussy pulses. I lick my lips, then push back against the desk to bring my cunt closer to his hand.
He releases my neck and secures my wrists behind my back with one hand. “I made a promise not to touch you yet.” His fingers slip away, and his hard length presses against me. He reaches for the box and tears off the parcel tape with one hand. His hips thrust against me, sending shock waves of blissful pleasure coursing through my veins until I’m heady.
“Look inside, baby.” He grabs my arm and hauls me up, his broad chest heating my back.
“You came into my room and touched me last night,” I point out, squirming against his grip on my wrists. “I scare you, Robbie. That’s why you won’t touch me now.”
Ignoring me, he rips open the box. Then he grips my chin hard, his beard scratching the side of my face. “He cried like a fucking baby. You should have seen him, Savannah, begging for his life. I pulled his damn guts from his body while he was still alive.” His cruel chuckle sends cold shivers down my spine, a stark contrast to the hot pleasure swirling in my core. I whimper,my tits straining against my blouse as I try to break free. His lips curve against my cheek before he digs his fingers into my jaw, forcing me to look at the contents in the box.
Ten fingers.
A severed cock.
A pool of guts.
My stomach twists violently, but before the fear can paralyze me, I’m wrenched back, and my spine meets the desk. Robbie sinks his teeth into my bottom lip and bites hard enough to elicit a pained yelp. My hands fly up to his chest. I try to push him off but fist his uniform instead.
