Page 16 of A Monster's Obsession

“Sawyer,” Sasha sighed my name like a curse, “I don’t want your money, so you’re right. We don’t need a prenup, but we can’t stay married. We don’t even know each other.”

“We can get to know each other. I’m not giving you a divorce. There’s still a threat out there, and we have to stay married.” I stated dismissively before picking up my wine and sipping calmly.Keep it together, Sawyer.

“We don’t need a divorce. We haven’t consummated our marriage; we can get it annulled.” Sasha’s beautiful face was hopeful, and the look was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

I calmly rose from my chair, rounded the table, and stood in front of my wife. Her eyes were wide, and that hopeful look was replaced with fear.Good.Sasha should be afraid. She’s the only woman who ever enticed the monster. And now she would really have a reason to call me by her little pet name.

I swiped all the dishes off the table, and Sasha gasped and jumped out of her chair. I picked her little ass up and placed her where the nice dinner setting was. The look on her face was priceless. She was turned on.

“Monster, what…” I didn’t let her finish the sentence as I pulled her face toward mine and kissed her breathless. I pushed up the skirt of her short tank top style dress and pushed her panties to the side. My fingers rubbed her hardened clit making her hot pussy wetter with each stroke.

“You call me, Monster, and then act surprised! You know who I am. And you knew what I’d do if you baited me.” My voice was rough with hunger, and I couldn’t hold back the anger and frustrations that dripped from my every word.

“Sawyer…” Sasha moaned as I stuck two of my large fingers inside her. Her hips began to swivel, chasing the feeling of my touch.

“I know you want me. We may not have had many conversations, but your body tells me everything I need to know. It always has, and it always will.”

Chapter 9

SASHA

My body heated at Sawyer’s touch. Like he said, “it always had, and it always would.” From the very first time he ever touched me, my body was his and his alone. I could play tough, but his touch made all the games and resistance fly from my head.

I wouldn’t even try to stop him. I couldn’t if I wanted to… which I don’t. I’ve been craving this man’s touch since I left him two years ago. I thought I’d never get the chance to ever have this feeling again.

“Sawyer, I…” My words once again were lost on a guttural moan.

“I know, baby. Give me the words I need to hear them!” His voice demanded, and I folded like he knew that I would. Sawyer had my body worked up, but he wouldn’t let me fall over the edge. He kept his fingers at a steady pace inside me as he swirled his thumb over my clit.

“Monster, shit! Fuck me!” I exclaimed in frustration.

“Your wish is my command, Céile.” Sawyer’s pulsating dick entered me in one hard push. I don’t know when he even had the time to pull it out, and I didn’t give not one single fuck!

“Ohhh.” We groaned in unison. How I missed the feel of him. Damn! I have been missing out.

Sawyer lay me down on the table and continued to stroke in and out of me with a frenzied pace. I wrapped my legs around his waist and thrust my hips up to meet his. I reached my hand up to touch his handsome face, but he stopped me. Sawyer grabbed both my hands and placed them above my head. He held them there as he pummeled my pussy. He leaned down until we were nose to nose, he growled like an animal staring into my eyes with his narrowed in anger.

“You think you can just leave me? Do you think I would ever let you go again? Never! Do you fucking hear me? Never!” With each word, I could feel his passion building. His dick was getting harder, and his strokes were more aggressive. I released a long moan that I could no longer hold inside. I wanted to rip off my shirt, which we didn’t bother removing. His sweat dripped onto my face when he lifted his head to look at me. His smile was feral when he leaned down and kissed the side of my face.

He slowed down, watching me intensely, and I shivered in response to his long, languid strokes. All I could do is groan and take everything that he was giving me. My hands were still held tightly in his, and all I wanted to do was touch him. To connect with him like we used to do.

“Sawyer, let me touch you.” I pleaded gazing lovingly into his handsome face. His chiseled jaw was clenched, and his mouth was held in an angry line.

“No!” The one word told me more than I was willing to admit to myself. This intimate act was all consuming for me, but for him, it was about control. I turned my face away from his burning stare. I didn’t want him to see the hurt in my eyes. After all, it was me who suggested that we get an annulment. I just wanted to give him the option that I thought he deserved. It didn’t matter that we had a previous sexual relationship. We were not in a place where we should’ve been married.

“Don’t turn away from me,” Sawyer grabbed my jaw roughly and turned my head to face him. He held me in place as he licked my lips before pushing his seeking tongue into my mouth. Sawyer kissed me with a hunger that I’d never felt before, even with him. He was sending me mixed signals, telling me no but showing me yes. However, I couldn’t concentrate on that because my body was too built up. And when Sawyer let go of my jaw to slide his hand between our pressed bodies to play with my clit, I finally crashed over the edge into the abyss.

“You are mine. And you’re not going any-fucking-where, and don’t you ever-fucking forget it!” I thought we were finished. I was wrong. Oh, so wrong. I just orgasmed, yet my body was being greedy, and I felt the flutters of another orgasm as Sawyer kept moving inside of me.

Before I knew it, Sawyer had picked me up and slammed my back against a wall. My hands were held above my head, still wrapped in his strong grip, and my legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into me. His slacks rubbed against my bare thighs, and the friction was adding to the eroticism of the situation. Sawyer took me roughly, biting and sucking on my neck in between him grunting and swearing loudly. It was savage, lustful, hedonistic, and hot as hell!

“I’m gonna cum. Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I yelled out, rocking my hips, doing my best to match Sawyer’s rhythm, but I couldn’t keep up.

“Don’t you fucking cum,” he growled ruthlessly. “You cum whenIsay you can.” He stilled his hips, and my orgasm started to fade. I whimpered in utter dismay, but when Sawyer chuckled, it pissed me off.

“You motherfucker! I said I want to cum!” He had done this to me. He made me remember how his dick felt. He made me feel pleasure and a connection that I hadn’t felt since I walked away from him.

“Oh! I’m a motherfucker now, huh? No, I’m a monster!” Sawyer’s laugh was manic, and it scared me a little. But I know he couldn’t tell that I was afraid because my juices gushed out like water falling into a waiting river. But my second orgasm hung at the precipice, and Sawyer’s petty ass was still refusing to move.