Page 10 of Illicit Obsession

When I lifted the mask halfway, her scent filled my nostrils, and I rubbed the tip of my nose along her entrance. I bit and sucked her swollen bud between my teeth before I soothed it with a kiss. With each bite, a cry of pain escaped her, and my cock throbbed even more. Burying my tongue inside her, I stroked myself as I feasted on her sweet flesh.

My good little slut squirmed, grinding against my face as muffled moans of pleasure filled the room. Her legs trembled, and I backed away and stood. I moved her out of the way and tugged my pants down before I sat on the chair.

“Sit.”

I guided her as she straddled me and eased down on my dick, her back angled toward my chest. She slid up and down, and I dug my fingers into her hips.

“Do you want to cum, little girl?”

She nodded enthusiastically.

I stroked her clit as I filled her wet pussy. Her juices slickened my thighs as I thrust into her harder, a feeling of déjà vu briefly clouding my thoughts. I reached for the chain that dangled to my left and pulled it, forcing her back where I could reach her better. My fingers found her throat above the collar and I squeezed.

“If you stop fucking me because you can’t breathe, I’ll snap your pretty little neck.”

She froze for a second before she continued. I would love to think I wouldn’t hurt her, but I would be lying to myself. Over the years, I had blood, plenty of it, on my hands. What was one more person?

The stormy reminders clouded my mind, and I shoved them into the dark recesses of my heart and concentrated on getting off.

To my surprise, she jerked and shuddered, her slick walls spasming around my cock with her orgasm. I let go of her throat, pleased that she’d liked the pain.

I gripped the sides of the chair, gaining more leverage as I thrust inside her over and over. Heat licked up and down my back, and my balls tightened with the familiar blissful feeling.

“Fuck!” I stilled, giving in to the intense waves of pleasure as I came. My body sank into the seat as I inhaled, and my mind calmed for a few seconds.

I kissed a trail up her back, then wrapped her long blonde hair around my hand. “I think I’ll keep you. You’re my good little pet.”

Quickly, I picked her up off my lap and pushed her to the ground. Playtime was over. I had other crap I had to take care of.

ChapterFive

Phoebe

My black soul was clearly twisted. Burrowing beneath the blankets, I scooted down in my bed and groaned as I realized the beginning of a cold was settling in. Whether I only had a few sniffles or was full blown sick, I usually lost my voice. At least I didn’t have to talk in classes that day.

The events of the previous evening had kept me awake for the majority of the night. I dreaded dragging myself from beneath the warmth of the covers, but eventually, I needed to get to class. But not yet.

As the memories washed over me, my thighs clenched. The last thing I’d expected was to be chained and blindfolded. At first, terror consumed me and ripped my heart from my chest. When I woke, the only thing I remembered was a funky smell, then nothing. My limbs tingled as I regained consciousness to find myself in a cage. Not sure who thought I wouldn’t lift the blindfold and peek around, but they weren’t very bright.

I sighed, my body aching for whoever I’d been with. The way he’d touched me—fucked me. No one had treated me that way, and I hated myself for admitting that I liked it. Even though his words dripped in darkness, I could sense something different about him.

My phone buzzed with an incoming message, and I reached my hand out from the warmth of the blankets, patting the top of my nightstand until I located it.

My pulse skipped a beat as the name popped up on my screen. “Dammit.” I grimaced and willed the text to disappear. Unfortunately, I’d lived through enough bad shit in my life to know that problems didn’t go away on their own, and this was a big one.

A second message came through, and I surrendered, opening them.

The Devil:

Do you honestly think you can run from me?

Nausea swirled around in the pit of my stomach.

You’ll regret this.

Panic blossomed in my chest as I threw my phone across the room. It bounced off the wall and clattered to the hardwood floor.

“Good. I hope you’re broken.” Unwillingly, I sat up and stared at the iPhone as if it were poison. I knew leaving New York would be risky, but I had to while I still could.

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