Page 44 of Driving My Obsession

Enough time has passed. He wouldn’t stay in one spot for this long.

I take a risk and lean forward to massage my convulsing calf. The wood groans beneath me.

“Ah, there’s my little disaster,” he says below me.

Fuck.

My eyes widen with rabid fear as I look around for an escape, and only then do I realize how royally I have fucked myself. I’m trapped.

His steps thump against the ladder, and the sound tells me he felt so confident in his ability to find me that he took the time to put on shoes. I never should have made a deal with the devil.

Fingertips curl over the wooden ledge, and his face rises into view. My heart clenches, struggling to find a steady rhythm as I stand. With minimal effort, he brings his massive form over the edge and sits there, his legs dangling below him.

“Did you miss me, tragedy?” He turns toward me. “You must have, since you picked such an obvious hiding spot. Almost as if you wanted me to find you.”

“Fuck you,” I grind out through clenched teeth.

He gets to his feet with a devilish smirk. “Yeah, you’re gonna fuck me. You lost our little version of hide-and-seek, so that’s exactly what you’re gonna do. I guess it wasn’t a very fair game, though. I expected more from a resourceful whore like you.”

“I’m not a whore!” I charge toward him, ready to push him through the opening in the floor and go down with him, but he braces himself and spins me around, pinning my back against his bare chest. He’s so goddamn strong.

His mouth lowers to my ear as he takes a few steps forward, moving us away from the only way out. “If you keep fighting me, you won’t have the option to give yourself up anymore. I’ll take that choice from you.” Warm breath slides over my neck. “Now...do you want to come?”

His question is so out of place that it puts me into a state of shock. Why would he ask me that when everything feels so hopeless?

“What?” I ask.

He smirks against my head. “I asked if you want to come.”

I don’t even know how to answer him. I don’t even know if Icancome right now. Shifting in his grasp, I rub my thighs together and sense a wet warmth between my legs.

Okay. Maybe I can.

I relax in his arms, and he releases me. “Get undressed for me,” he says, his voice low and deep. “Don’t forget our deal. You agreed to fuck me like you like me.”

I reach for the hem of my shirt and begin to lift it, but he shakes his head.

“Slower, tragedy. Like I’m paying you for it.”

My lip curls. “Do you want me to do it like I like you or like you’re paying for it? Because those arenotthe same thing for me.”

His lips draw into a smirk. “Like you like me.”

I raise my shirt, nice and slow like he wants, and drop it to the floor. A decade of dust rises in a plume around it.

“Yeah, like that,” he says.

I step into him. If he wants a believable show, I’ll give it to him. I do this for a living. This is no different. Even when I felt sad or hopeless, I flashed a smile that sold the show. The only difference is what I’m hoping to earn this time; instead of money, I want to walk away with my life.

I lift his hands to my chest, and his hungry fingers explore my skin. His calloused touch brushes over my nipples, hardening them and sending a rush of heat between my legs. And I hate that. I shouldn’t be so turned on by his touch. He pulls me into him and takes a hardened peak into his mouth. His tongue swirls over the sensitive skin, then he sucks and bites down. I whimper when the bolts of pain and pleasure collide.

“You like that, huh?” he whispers before moving to my other breast and repeating the motions. Lick. Suck. Bite.

I cry out and pull his head against me, unable to split my arousal from my fear.

“Yeah, you like that,” he growls. “Take off those shorts. I want to see all of you.”

My fingers hook into my shorts, and I peel them away. With a greedy hand, he reaches between my legs and cups my warmth with a groan. I close my eyes, ashamed of the wetness he finds there. He pushes me to my knees, and the dry wood bites at my skin. He doesn’t need to tell me what he expects next. I know what he wants. And goddamn me for wanting it too.

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