Page 120 of Twisted Obsession

“Every game has rules, songbird.” He nudges the side of my face with his nose, inhaling sharply. “Fuck, you smell perfect.”

He called me songbird.

43

MELODY

Iwake up in a cold sweat. I burst upright and come face-to-face with a shadowed form. Like a classic horror movie. But even though I open my mouth to scream, the shadow is faster. A rough hand covers my mouth, the other holding the back of my neck to keep me from jerking away.

It takes a long few seconds to registerJacob.

He shoves me back down and nudges my legs open wide. I barely have time to react before he’s thrusting into me.

I gasp against his palm and try to shake him off, but he’s too strong. A faint light catches my eye, and I spot my phone propped up on the nightstand. The video my ex texted to me is playing. The one where Jacob snuck in and fucked me while I slept, and—

“Shh,” he says in my ear. “You just take this.”

I whimper.

He moves in and out of me slowly, letting me feel every inch of him, while my gaze bounces around the dark room.

My location hasn’t changed. I’m still in Lucy’s guest room.

I snuck off to bed shortly after the Titans won, leaving them to their celebrations. But somehow, that translates to him beinghere.

And what’s worse is that I remember our first interaction. In the classroom. It was just a little snippet of interaction, flashes of Jacob smirking at me, his bold proposition. My palm itches with the feel of my slap.

He followed me home then, too.

That was the first time he called me songbird.

“I’ve been so patient,” he says in my ear, turning my head to the side. “Look at us.”

The video loops. The quiet, stillness of the bedroom, past-me’s sleeping form.

Chills break out across my back when Jacob in the video enters. When he climbs on top of me and—

“Just.”Thrust. “Like.”Thrust. “This.”

I shouldn’t see stars.

But there’s something so toxic about this, it makes me want to indulge. Even though fear is present—it seems to heighten everything.

“Oh, songbird,” he whispers. His fingers tighten on my cheeks, his palm still covering my mouth. Good thing, because a groan is barely trapped behind my teeth. “You’ve woken up my monster.”

I let out a huff.

He shoves my sleep shirt up and palms my breast. His fingers pinch my nipple, and I squeak. He continues to fuck me so slowly; every slide has my muscles trembling. I hover on the edge of pleasure while he takes what he wants from my body.

Eventually, his pace quickens. He slams to a halt inside me, groaning through his gritted teeth as he comes.

“Now.” He peels his fingers from my face. “Do you want to come?”

I lick my lips. My head is still turned, watching that stupid video, even as I nod.

“Say it, songbird.”

I wince.

---