Page 43 of Brutal Obsession

I bury myself inside her and go still, ecstasy sweeping down my cock and exploding inside her. I grip her to me as I come, knowing full well that there’s no barrier between us. I didn’t give her a choice—and she’s not going to get one.

There’s no going back.

14

VIOLET

Greyson kneels in front of me. I feel strange, like I don’t fit inside my skin anymore. I’ve been stretched and snapped back into place, and everything is just… off. He runs his hands down my leg and lifts my left one. I don’t realize until it’s too late.

He touches the scar running down my calf and stares at it.

Then, without warning, he digs his thumbs into my skin. I hiss, the shock worse than the pain, and jerk my leg out of his grasp. He lets me inch around him and go to the door. He knows before I do that I’m not going outside. Not when I’m naked, with cum dripping down the inside of my thighs. The party downstairs is still raging.

I turn back around and find my shirt. He sits on the edge of his bed and watches me with dark eyes. He’s dangerous. I need to repeat that.Danger, danger. A warning siren flashes red in my mind, twisting behind my vision.

There’s no way I’m calling it quits tonight. He offered me a way to relax—and I’m not sure that sex was on the agenda. Not at first.

I go to my leggings next, ignoring that I don’t have panties. They’re torn and forgotten on his floor, so fuck it. I’ll go without. I shimmy in front of him, barely keeping my balance to yank them on. I’m better than that—my balance is usually solid.

He’s shaken me more than I thought.

I picture the woman in the photo album. It must be special to him—it was front and center, practically displayed. The only thing on that bookcase that seemed to hold any value. And the photos themselves. Worn around the edges, like they’ve been touched countless times.

Maybe he hurts like I do. Maybe he dreams about the parent he doesn’t have, but he won’t admit it. He shouldn’t have a soft side. He shouldn’t be appealing.

He follows me into the hallway. I twist the knob to go into the bathroom, and he blocks me.

I raise my eyebrow. “What are you doing?”

“If you’re going downstairs, you’re fine as you are.”

I glare at him. “Excuse me?”

“You’re excused.” He leans against the bathroom door. “If you’re going downstairs, I want everyone to know that you were just thoroughly fucked. I want them to smell it on your skin and see it in the flush in your cheeks. I want them to know my cum is seeping out of your cunt.”

He can’t be serious.

“It’s healthier to pee after sex. It prevents UTIs.”

He shrugs. “Fine, then you’re not going downstairs.”

His indifference is infuriating. Seems like he doesn’t care one way or another, so I shake my head and go for the stairs. I’ve never been afraid of people looking at me. I survived the aftermath of Greyson sharing the video of my drunk blow job, I can survive a few people knowing I had sex.

When we get downstairs, he becomes my shadow. He follows me into the living room, where the party has evolved into couples paired off on the couches and chairs. Willow and Knox sit in a loveseat opposite the large, L-shaped couch. Steele found himself a girl, and so did Erik. Miles sits beside Amanda, close but not quite touching. Jacob and another dance team girl, Madison, are making out in the corner—but they’re the only ones not paying attention to the conversation.

“They just need a better goalie,” Miles argues. “The rest is fine.”

“Well, their forwards were shit,” Steele says. “Not that I’m mad about that.”

“I’m just saying, if they want to get ahead, they’ve got to up the ante. Stop more shots.”

“They should just stop…” Steele pauses, attention bouncing from me to Greyson. “Hey, Violet.”

My face flames, and I step over Erik’s legs to get to the empty spot in the center of the couch. Greyson disappears into the kitchen, and I sink into the cushions. Realistically, I wish I had thought better of my plan. I should’ve just gone to sleep to pretend that this never happened.

But… nope.

Steele leans over the girl beside him. “You okay?”

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