Page 30 of Driving My Obsession

So warm.

She strains against me as I work open my jeans, but she can’t free herself from my need. Her thighs clench. It’s meant to keep me out, but it only makes it easier to guide myself to the heat between her legs as I push inside her. So deep in her struggle, she feels incredible. So fucking tight.

I lean down so that my mouth hangs just beside her ear, then I curl my hips forward until I feel her end. Turning the blade in my hand, I press the thin edge against her throat. “I’m going to give you your finale, my tragedy.”

“No, no, please!” she begs.

I move my free hand to her hip to give myself more leverage, but I stop. My fingers run over something I know all too well. Lines of raised flesh. Several of them. A mosaic of familiar marks.

“What’s this?” I ask, tracing the ridges along her hip.

“You aren’t the only one with scars,” she cries.

It’s the first time she’s mentioned my scars. How long has she been holding on to her opinion of them? I halt the straining motion of my hips, keeping flush against her ass.

“I don’t know if you noticed them before,” she pants, “but feel my hips. My thighs.”

I saw the scars on her thighs in the car and when I fucked her. But I didn’t see her hips.

“Are these from your accident?” I ask.

“Some of them,” she says, “but I put most of them there myself.”

“Then we aren’t the same.”

“Someone caused your scars. Someone caused mine too. I just held the blade.”

Her words outline a painful story, and that bothers me. I don’t want to feel sympathy for her. I don’t want her to become a person. I want to use and discard her. That’s it.

Unwilling to let her confuse me further, I harness as much anger as I can and push the blade against her neck again. But something stops me. Itcan’tstop me. I’ve gone too far. With my cock buried in her unconsenting cunt, I’mstillgoing too far.

“Please don’t kill me yet,” she begs. “Give me a few days to show you who I am, then you can decide. Please, Ambrose.”

When she says my name, doubt sinks its teeth into my gut and rattles my bones in a death roll. And I hate it. I should end her right now. Here in these woods, deep in the middle of nowhere, I could commit the perfect crime and exact my long-awaited revenge. I could finally free myself of these violent thoughts and cleanse these scars with blood.

So why can’t I do it?

Her warmth pulses around my cock. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to give her a few more days. A short stay of execution in exchange for something I need just as much as revenge. “You want to live, tragedy?” I ask.

She nods and the blade strains against her neck. “Yes,” she whimpers.

I ease the knife away from her and replace it in its sheath. “Then let my come be the only thing that can save you.”

I pull back and push into her again. She becomes a small and complacent thing, letting out pained groans as I grind her into the dirt and fuck her harder. Selfishly. Though she tenses and tightens around me, she doesn’t try to get free. She consumes every inch I give her and clutches the wispy sprigs of grass in her clenched fists.

“Raise your hips a little. Let me go deeper,” I growl.

She does as I command, arching her back so that I can push further inside her. I draw closer to my release with each thrust, but her hair has fallen over her cheek again. I want to see her face. Leaning forward, I grind against her ass and pull back the red curtain to reveal her green eyes. Her full lips. Her fear.

It’s enough to send me over the edge.

“Take my come like a good whore,” I growl in her ear as I fill her. I bask in her warmth for several more thrusts, then I pull out of her. Her body relaxes, and she doesn’t make a move to run as I ease away from her. Good. “You can get up now.”

She gets onto her knees and raises her shorts without bothering to clean up the mess between her legs. As she struggles to her feet, I fight the urge to help her. It’s her own fault. All of this is her fault.

I fold my arms over my chest and study her. “Don’t try to run again. It won’t end well for you.”

She nods her head without looking at me and rubs her arms with her hands. She must be cold.

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