Page 53 of Deadly Obsession

Is this what you want?

She lets go. Her pulse jumps under my grip as I’m left holding her unassisted. Why is she pushing me to be the person I left behind? She knows what she’s doing. This is a form of torture.

“See?” she encourages. “That’s all you have to do, Bram.”

I won’t. My arms flop to my sides like limp pieces of lettuce.I’m not going to hurt you.

“I thought you were a killer!” Most people would be glad they’re not getting choked to death, but she’s acting like I’ve committed an unforgivable crime. “Alaric said you had no control and didn’t know your strength. He told me you used to kill anything in sight—man, woman, and child! Where’s that man? Where is he?”

Her words strike a match inside me. This time, I don’t need her encouragement. Her eyes widen as I grab her by the throat and slam her backwards into the wall.

Is this what you want, Ivy?I’m not using my full strength.Is this the man you want me to be?

Her lips part as her breathing comes in violent, wheezing bursts. My gaze lingers on them for a little too long. I squeeze tighter, making her cheeks flush a rosy pink. Killing her wouldn’t take long. I narrow my eyes and watch her reaction.

“See?” she gasps. A victorious, twisted smile lights up her face. “I knew you could do it.”

You’re unbelievable.

I should hate her. This crazy bitch tortured me and put me through hell, but all I see squirming in my hand is a woman who needs help. A woman who needs a second chance, just like Freddie gave me.

I step closer, making her tits press against my chest. I can’t stop myself from wondering how she tastes and how good her skin feels. Maybe I am more of a monster than I thought…

I lean in, my face within touching distance of hers. Her pupils dilate.I’m not going to kill you. Her breath heats my cheeks as my lips brush against hers, teasing her. I hesitate, expecting her to push me away, but she doesn’t. We both know the Killers Club won’t stop until one of us dies. After that, they’ll kill whoever is left standing.

Our gaze meets, each of us staring in a standoff as I feel her pulse quicken. I hate her, but I want to have her. She’s the first woman in a long time that’s stirred my desire. I lean in again, my lips grazing gently over hers while she stays frozen in place, not daring to breathe. I pull back, studying her again, asking her a silent question.What do we have to lose?

I kiss her again, and she responds this time. Her tongue flicks out, licking along the opening of my lips, but I keep them closed. That’s a line we don’t cross. I squeeze her throat in warning and growl.Don’t push me.

Something inside her snaps, like her defensive instincts suddenly kick in, and she launches at me like a wild animal, clawing at my back with her nails for me to let go. Her scratches sting, but it doesn’t dampen the lust coursing through my body like wildfire. I release my hold, and while she gasps for air, I move my hands to her face, cradling it.

I stare at her intently.Do you want this?

She shakes her head. She’s a killer, but she’s broken. Broken like me. I may have let her go, but I don’t want to stop what we’ve started.

I reach for her t-shirt and tug it over her head, revealing her round tits spilling from her black bra. I’ve not slept with a woman for years, not since before the army. My cock is the hardest it’s ever been. She’s toxic but irresistible.

“We should be trying to kill each other,” she moans as my lips move to her neck, trailing down it.

I grunt as I look into her eyes to answer.We should, but isn’t this better?

I unclip her bra, and it falls to the floor.Fuck. Her nipples are gorgeous, almost heart-shaped. I run my hand down her stomach and push her legs apart. I meet her determined brown-eyed gaze as I slide my hand into her knickers. I immediately think she’ll twist my arm behind my back and use this as a ruse to kill me. Except she doesn’t.

I feel like we’re playing a game. Seeing how far we can push the other one. I continue over her smooth mound, daring her to stop me. She doesn’t, yet. My fingers slide along her hot, slippery slit.

“Bram,” she groans as I probe between her lips, circling her wetness.

I move to her clit, making her whine in my ear. I tease, alternating the pressure and strokes before slipping a finger inside her, then two. Her breathing grows feverish, thrusting her pussy into my palm as her inner thighs quake. Maybe she’ll let me make her come before she kills me.

I use my other hand to force her to look up at me. A command hides behind my stare.Spread your legs wider.She flutters her eyelashes.Let me explore your wet pussy and fucking enjoy it.

God, I need her. I pull out my glistening-tipped fingers to tug down her skirt and knickers. She steps out of them in a hurry.

A bead of pre-cum slips from my tip at her naked body standing before me. Her smooth freckled skin has scars, no doubt from the accident, but she’s strong. She’s curvy but has firm muscles from years of training and deliciously thick thighs that I want to bury my face between.

She sinks to her knees, throwing her red hair over her shoulder. Her tresses trail down her back, resting above her arse as she runs her hands up my thighs. She pauses at the crudely wrapped blood-stained strips of fabric wrapped around my wound and asks, “Are you…”

I nod, clearing my throat. Her hands keep going, kneading my inner thighs. I swallow hard as her hand glides over the top of my trousers, letting her feel how hard she makes me. I’m worried I’ll come from her touch alone, but I regain control, rubbing my fingers together to remind myself of how wet she is and how much she needs me.

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