Page 114 of Obsession
Amused, Robbie chuckles as he circles my clit, playing with it until I’m shaking and shivering, barely able to inhale a full breath. “Angle your hips, baby.”
Shifting in the seat, I tilt them upward to give him more access, and he inches the thick barrel inside me.
His chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “You trust me enough to fuck you with a gun, beautiful? What’s to stop me from pulling the trigger right now?”
My pussy clenches around the deadly weapon at his vicious threat, and I moan out loud, then sink my teeth into my bottom lip as I rock my hips to take more. “You won’t kill me yet.”
“You sound so sure,” he taunts, turning down a dirt road. The car shifts over the uneven terrain, and my pussy walls ripple around the gun. I’m so close—turned on beyond belief by the depravity.
Robbie pulls up outside an abandoned warehouse. The dilapidated building looms ahead like a disturbing monster with blown-out windows and a broken roof. I don’t get to study it closer, though, because Robbie lowers my seat, rips off my shorts, and spreads my legs wide. His eyes fill with wicked intentas he hovers over me like a demon, thrusting the gun deep inside me, while the full moon bathes his figure in an eerie glow and casts sinister shadows on his mask.
“Do you hear that?” he whispers heatedly, and I do hear it—the wet sound my pussy makes as it swallows his Glock and creams all over it, greedy for more of Robbie’s sickness.
“Soon, it’ll be my cock tearing your pussy apart.”
Moaning, I toss my head back, and he rips off his mask. He sinks his sharp teeth into my neck, and I hiss through the pain as my pussy clamps around the gun. I’m delirious and completely under Robbie’s spell. He is indeed armed and considered dangerous. Very fucking dangerous.
“Want me to pull the trigger, Savannah? Unleash my monster, once and for all?” The cruel words—whispered against my parted lips—become my undoing, and I fall apart around the gun just as he pulls the trigger. The audible click sends waves of intense pleasure rolling through me. My vision blackens, and Robbie greedily feasts on my moans, a starved beast with his kill.
Tossing the gun to the side, he spears my tresses with his long fingers and slants his lips over mine. His tongue delves inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and he selfishly steals my breath and the last remnants of my sanity.
“So fucking perfect,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip before crawling off me and sitting back in his seat. He picks up the gun, reaches inside the glovebox, and proceeds to put bullets inside the empty chamber while my heartbeat returns to a semblance of normal.
I’m ruined.
“Robbie…” I whisper, making him stiffen as he puts the final bullet inside. “I know you’re scared.” My heart throbs inside my chest. “I’m not. I’m not scared of anything. Not of you. Not of death.”
Chewing on my kiss-swollen lip, I keep my gaze locked on his tightening jaw and side glance. “If tonight is all we have, then so be it. Ruin me, Robbie. Destroy me. Show me all of you. The evil, the beautiful, the raw, the damaged. There’s no part of you I don’t want a chance to love.”
His head dips and his Adam’s apple jumps in his throat before he slowly meets my gaze in the dark. “You don’t know what you’re asking, Savannah.” He points the glistening gun at the warehouse. “You don’t know the horrors awaiting inside that building. I’ll give you your wish. I made you one promise, one single promise: slay every man who’s ever hurt you. That’s all I can give you… Emotions, commitment, security…those things are as foreign to me as the moon is to the sun.”
“It’s okay,” I reassure him, wishing I could reach out to touch him. “Do you know the story of Bonnie and Clyde?”
Trailing his knuckles across my cheek, he hums.
“They both die at the end.”
His fingers pause on my skin, and his eyes fly over my face.
I shift closer, needing his touch, needing his fingers to trace over my skin and speak unspoken words that belong to lovers in the real world. Not us. Not here. Not tonight.
“Romeo and Juliet,” I whisper. “Their love burned brighter because of its tragic end.”
His knuckles resume their journey across my skin, shifting strands of hair out of the way. “No matter what happens, you’ll be safe.”
You…
Not us.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“You finally believe me if I say yes?”
His chuckle has a smile pulling at my lips despite the throbbing ache in my chest. Instead of answering my question, he turns his knuckles and brushes the pad of a single finger overmy lips, whispering, “Let’s see how deep that darkness runs, my sweet Savannah.”
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