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Story: Obsessed-
His eyes turn affectionate, like I’m being far too innocent and he raises his hand, gently wiping out my smile. “It wasn’t romantic, all mine. It was dangerous.”
I glance at him in surprise at the ruthlessness in his voice and he rubs his eyes, suddenly looking tired.“He damaged her.” Stan’s voice tenses from old anger. “He found out that she was going to leave him, give him up and replace him with her successful music career instead. The idea alone ate at him. He wilted away right in front of our eyes until he one day decided to something about it.”
I’m afraid of his answer, but I still whisper, “What did he do?”
“He stuffed us all into his car...”
“No...” I gasp, putting my hand in front of my mouth, my heart hurting, chafing me.
“And drove us off a bridge,” Stan finishes, shifting in his seat. He glances at me. “I’ve never told anyone what really happened. Always thought I’d take that dirty secret to the grave.”
At first I don’t know what to do or say. I’m still standing between his legs, the warmth from his skin seeping into mine.
His eyes flicker, like he’s expecting me to revolt. Tell him to stay away and give me his key, because his history is so dark. But I would never do that. Feeling closer to him now more than ever.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say in a low voice and then I clutch his hand. “Your secret is safe with me.” I swallow. “And I want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything from me. I mean it.”“Do you?” he rasps, sounding like he’s doubting me. Like he wants to protect me from something and at the same time expose me to it.
“Yes.”
His fingers comb into my hair and he arranges it back to the way it was, murmuring something about liking it better that way, before yanking me to him, causing me to stumble into his body.
“Fearless.” His mouth pulls to the side in a half smile. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
We kiss and I get caught up in him. Entrapped. I don’t even register that he used the wordalways.
8
Stanmore
We’re standing in the hallway, my hands on Amber’s princely ass,my tongue grazing her teeth, the walls of her mouth and she’s pushed up against the wall, her one leg curling around my hip, the lower part of our bodies locked.
Her eyes are darkened from liner, her mouth painted a deep red that drives me crazy and her smell is so soft and sultry, I want to lick, drink and eat her.
I need more from her. Now...
When the doorbell rings, I let out a stream of furious curses under my breath, making Amber snigger. She’s wearing high heels, causing her mouthwatering curves to look even more appetizing.
“They’re here,” she says, throwing me a side-eye. “Behave.”
“Always.”
Saying that, I have no idea that a couple of hours later she will know just how false those words are.
Shoving the front door open, Amber lets out a squeak. “Gautier!” She jumps and hugs a man, a couple of years older than me, wearing dark clothes and thick framed glasses.
He pats her awkwardly on the back, throwing me a tight glance and I straighten. This is her brother. He’s allowed to touch her. My fists clench.This is her brother.
“I was just telling your handsome brother what a weird name he has,” Gina says. She has dyed red hair, wearing a too tight suit and her I’m familiar with because I’ve seen her with Amber before. She cheek kisses Amber, glancing at me curiously.
“What about my sister?” Amber says. “Her name is Rischa. And then our parents named me Amber.”
Gina nods. “Almost like they knew you could always end up twerking a pole if your career goes to hell.”Amber laughs, glancing at me and I can hear the emptiness in the sound. That insensitive bitch just insulted her and I put my hand on Amber’s lower back and she gratefully looks up at me.
“This is Stanmore, by the way,” she murmurs, “my..um...”
“You can say it, all mine,” I answer, enjoying the expression on their faces and the sight of Amber’s pink cheeks.” I’m her boyfriend.”
“Of course.” Gina’s eyes narrow and she looks me up and down. “So you’re the mysterious stranger who’s nestled himself into Amber’s life?”
I glance at him in surprise at the ruthlessness in his voice and he rubs his eyes, suddenly looking tired.“He damaged her.” Stan’s voice tenses from old anger. “He found out that she was going to leave him, give him up and replace him with her successful music career instead. The idea alone ate at him. He wilted away right in front of our eyes until he one day decided to something about it.”
I’m afraid of his answer, but I still whisper, “What did he do?”
“He stuffed us all into his car...”
“No...” I gasp, putting my hand in front of my mouth, my heart hurting, chafing me.
“And drove us off a bridge,” Stan finishes, shifting in his seat. He glances at me. “I’ve never told anyone what really happened. Always thought I’d take that dirty secret to the grave.”
At first I don’t know what to do or say. I’m still standing between his legs, the warmth from his skin seeping into mine.
His eyes flicker, like he’s expecting me to revolt. Tell him to stay away and give me his key, because his history is so dark. But I would never do that. Feeling closer to him now more than ever.
“Thank you for telling me,” I say in a low voice and then I clutch his hand. “Your secret is safe with me.” I swallow. “And I want you to know that you don’t have to hide anything from me. I mean it.”“Do you?” he rasps, sounding like he’s doubting me. Like he wants to protect me from something and at the same time expose me to it.
“Yes.”
His fingers comb into my hair and he arranges it back to the way it was, murmuring something about liking it better that way, before yanking me to him, causing me to stumble into his body.
“Fearless.” His mouth pulls to the side in a half smile. “I’ve always liked that about you.”
We kiss and I get caught up in him. Entrapped. I don’t even register that he used the wordalways.
8
Stanmore
We’re standing in the hallway, my hands on Amber’s princely ass,my tongue grazing her teeth, the walls of her mouth and she’s pushed up against the wall, her one leg curling around my hip, the lower part of our bodies locked.
Her eyes are darkened from liner, her mouth painted a deep red that drives me crazy and her smell is so soft and sultry, I want to lick, drink and eat her.
I need more from her. Now...
When the doorbell rings, I let out a stream of furious curses under my breath, making Amber snigger. She’s wearing high heels, causing her mouthwatering curves to look even more appetizing.
“They’re here,” she says, throwing me a side-eye. “Behave.”
“Always.”
Saying that, I have no idea that a couple of hours later she will know just how false those words are.
Shoving the front door open, Amber lets out a squeak. “Gautier!” She jumps and hugs a man, a couple of years older than me, wearing dark clothes and thick framed glasses.
He pats her awkwardly on the back, throwing me a tight glance and I straighten. This is her brother. He’s allowed to touch her. My fists clench.This is her brother.
“I was just telling your handsome brother what a weird name he has,” Gina says. She has dyed red hair, wearing a too tight suit and her I’m familiar with because I’ve seen her with Amber before. She cheek kisses Amber, glancing at me curiously.
“What about my sister?” Amber says. “Her name is Rischa. And then our parents named me Amber.”
Gina nods. “Almost like they knew you could always end up twerking a pole if your career goes to hell.”Amber laughs, glancing at me and I can hear the emptiness in the sound. That insensitive bitch just insulted her and I put my hand on Amber’s lower back and she gratefully looks up at me.
“This is Stanmore, by the way,” she murmurs, “my..um...”
“You can say it, all mine,” I answer, enjoying the expression on their faces and the sight of Amber’s pink cheeks.” I’m her boyfriend.”
“Of course.” Gina’s eyes narrow and she looks me up and down. “So you’re the mysterious stranger who’s nestled himself into Amber’s life?”