Page 34 of Deadly Obsession

TWENTY-EIGHT

SERA

We’d heard a total of three more gunshots, and none of us were sure how we felt about it.

My first hopeful thought was that James had somehow found a gun and hunted down the masked killer.

I knew better than to be too optimistic, though.

Plus, it had been almost an hour since we’d heard anything.

The two most likely cases were that law enforcement had arrived to save us or the killer had found James and now he really was dead.

I stood, walked over to the kitchen sink, and splashed cold water onto my face. “Fucking hell…”

Danielle had resumed her pacing around the outer perimeter of the living room.

Meanwhile, Brian had fallen asleep on the couch and was currently snoring loud enough to have the killer thinking we had a pet grizzly bear in the cabin with us.

The truth was, I much preferred the sound of him sleeping over the snide remarks casting blame on me, him crying over Lola, or stating how much he had to live for.

Like, mate, no one’s life was worth that amount of tears, I thought to myself, not wishing to actually kick him while he was down. The UK was in danger if Brian here was the new standard of man.

Breaking away from her patrol around the living space, Danielle joined me beside the sink. She pulled a glass down from the cupboard and rinsed it multiple times before filling it with water. We were all still paranoid about ingesting whatever may have killed Jade.

“You okay?” she asked without even looking at me.

I nodded slowly, forcing my gaze towards her. “Yeah. I’m sure those shots were the authorities squaring off with that masked man. They’ll be knocking on the front door to tell us we’re safe anytime now,” I said as confidently as I could.

“I don’t know, Sera. It’s already starting to get dark out. It’ll be pitch black again soon, and there still isn’t any power.” Danielle shook her head but there wasn’t any panic or sorrow in her voice. Just defeat.

I took a step towards her, leaned in, and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. “We are going to be perfectly fine, Danielle. Help is coming.”

She nodded in reply and patted me on the back.

Our faces slowly rising until we were looking into each other’s eyes.

Hers a brilliant burst of color and mine dark like night.

There was no camera in existence that could tell you who closed the distance first. Her or me.

But somehow our lips collided, fueled by more than half the seven deadly sins: lust, greed, gluttony, and wrath.

I barely registered the sound of the heavy shotgun being dropped on the kitchen counter beside us as my hands tore at her clothes.

Her hoodie now on the floor, exposing the petite and perky peaks of her breasts.

Instinctively, my palms drew up to them before I gripped her under her arms and lifted her onto the worktop.

Taken by desire, I lustfully yanked down the lululemon leggings she wore.

I didn’t know what was driving me at the time.

All I did know was that our lives were up on the Grim Reaper’s chopping block, and I was going to make the most of it.

Once her leggings were on the ground, I turned back to her, positioning myself between her open thighs.

Our lips met again as she helped me out of my own hoodie and shirt, only pausing to work the material over my head. And then I was on her again.

I tugged at her lip with my teeth, placing one hand on the back of her head to prevent her from pulling away while my free hand was busy exploring her body.

Appreciating every curve and the perfect fit of her breast in my palm.

Needing to know how nicely her perky nipples would fit between my teeth, I fisted her hair and pulled it back hard.

Taking my time as I kissed and bit down her jaw and over her neck.

As I went lower, she began running her nails up and down my back. She was being gentle with me, when I needed to be reminded that I was still alive. I bit her nipple. She shrunk back as far as she could till my hand hit the cabinet behind her.

“Ouch!”

“If you’re going to use your nails, you better leave marks,” I said, staring into her eyes. Seeing how desperate she was for this moment between us.

My tongue poked out and I ran the tip over her nipple in small circles, causing it to harden into a peak under my sensual touch. Turning my attention to her breasts, I hummed with pleasure as Danielle clawed at my back.

She reached down, caressing the side of my breast before moving to pinch at my pierced nipples.

Her other hand continuing to claw at me as I took two fingers into my mouth, running my tongue over the tips and getting them properly lubricated before gliding them between her thighs.

She was so warm and wet with arousal that there’d been no need for me to add anything.

I stepped closer till my thighs pressed against the worktop, my lips brushing over hers, but I didn’t close my eyes.

Instead, I watched her lashes flutter as I slid my fingers inside her.

Hooking them up. Slow but firm. Then my tongue dove into her mouth, her hand still on my breast, pinching my nipple hard.

I responded by increasing the speed of my movements.

Her arousal pooling on my palm and slowly running down between my fingers before catching on the worktop. Tinging the air with her sweet scent.

I needed to taste her.

Withdrawing my fingers, I gave her lip one last bite before grabbing her at the shoulder and opposite hip and pushing so that she was sitting, one foot up on the worktop as the other draped over the front.

She shoved the toaster and air fryer to the side and tucked a dish towel under her elbow for comfort, accidentally knocking over a tall cylinder filled with spatulas, spoons, and other utensils.

They clattered out and we froze, our eyes going wide as if we’d totally forgotten where we were, or that Brian was sleeping in the other room.

Neither of us moved a muscle. My hands on her knees with my tits out, and her completely naked apart from her socks.

Then we heard it. Brian’s snoring. I could feel the moment both of us relaxed, letting out all the tension we’d been holding in, and started to laugh. I stared intently into Danielle’s eyes—every bit as beautiful as the photos in the hidden folder of my iPhone.

More so.

There were a few weeks before Mustang came into my life that I seriously considered giving up on men and just fucking women.

Danielle was exactly my type too. Petite, with a nice ass, freckles, and a girl next door demeanor.

And our flirting in the early days told me that she had a tiny freaky side just waiting to be nurtured.

I felt a brief moment of guilt at the realization I was being unfaithful.

The truth was, though, James and I had talked about my bisexual curiosity and fantasies.

I’d been so nervous when I’d first brought it up to him.

Micheal would have raged, called me sick and a whore .

His brand of degradation was not the sort I got off on.

To my surprise and relief, James supported me, without the usual: Oh my God, so I can fuck another chick?

He listened. He let me share my fantasies of being alone with a woman and was especially delighted that some of those fantasies included pleasing him too.

I’d even told Danielle about the fantasies I’d had about the three of us on this trip together.

No, James wouldn’t have a problem with this one bit.

The lower I got, the wider her thighs spread for me.

Her pussy glistening with her arousal. My mouth sealed over her, my tongue like an insatiable beast. Resting one arm under her leg, I gripped my breast with my free hand.

My thong warm and wet with my own arousal.

After pinching my pierced nipple, my fingers then slipped below the waistband of my sweatpants and right into my hot, needy core.

My inner walls tightly gripped my fingers as I worked them in small, hooking motions, occasionally pulling them out to rub at my clit before slipping them back inside again.

The faster I fucked myself, the more fiercely I licked and sucked at Danielle’s clit.

Her legs flexing till they were shaking.

She was about to come for me like a good girl, and I wasn’t going to let her pull away when she did it.

With some reluctance, I drew my dripping fingers from between my thighs and slid them inside Danielle.

Just beneath my tongue. My other arm wrapping around her raised thigh as I leaned into her, making it clear she wasn’t going anywhere.

“Oh fuck, Sera! Please, I’m coming.” She let out a muffled cry that turned into a high-pitched squeal. Danielle was a screamer, and right now, I couldn’t care less if Brian woke up.

I continued to lick her up, washing my face in her arousal. Her hand combed through my hair, then gripped it tight as her body continued to tremble.

“Oh my fuck…” she said, panting as I took a few final licks, collecting her honey on my lips.

“You taste so sweet,” I purred before kissing her, letting her taste her own arousal. “But now it’s my turn to have my kitty licked. ”

She smiled and carefully slid off the worktop. “Hmm, yes, please, MorphineKiss.” She giggled as she turned us so we were swapping places.

Then she kissed me again as she slid her fingers beneath my sweatpants and directly inside me. The suddenness caught me off guard, and I gasped.

“God, you slut. You’re so wet,” she said as I started to hump her hand, eager for my own release and the idea of a woman going down on me for the first time.

“Errghm.” The loud sound of a male clearing his throat from the other room had us both freezing and looking that way.

“What happened to—” I began.

“The snoring?” Danielle finished.

“Um, ladies. If you could please cut your girl time short and join us. I mean me . In the living room, please?” I recognized the same grief in Brian’s voice that had been there before he’d fallen asleep. But there was something else there too now.

Fear.

Danielle and I slowly separated. She rushed to pull her clothes back on, tossing me my hoodie while she was at it. Then she grabbed for the shotgun, raising it as we stepped towards the opening that would give us a straight look into the living room.

We spotted Brian’s feet dangling from the end of the couch as we entered. Two more steps, and he was fully in view. And so was KingArthur. Still in the Ghost mask as he stood behind the couch. He had Brian’s hair gripped in one fist while the other held the end of a gun to the poor guy’s head.

“Um, ladies, help, please…” It looked like Brian was about to say something else, but before he got the chance, our masked intruder tapped the barrel against his temple.

“If you ladies could be so kind as to step out from behind there, please. Oh, and only one hand on the shotgun, Ms. Danielle. Thank you,” the figure said in a distinctly English, very polite voice.

Too polite really. So polite it was condescending more than anything else. Everything about it was familiar. The thing was, none of us had ever heard Arthur speak before. He’d always typed or used his tablet during lives.

“Fuck Brian. Just shoot him,” I whispered under my breath, my lack of empathy for my friend surprising me. Something about our Ghost friend was so terrifyingly familiar that it made me want to scream and lash out.

Danielle glared at me in disgust and took the lead, stepping forward with one hand in the air, the other aiming the shotgun towards the floor. Without much choice, I followed her out into the living room, my eyes never leaving the masked man.

“That’s good enough, ladies. Thank you. Mrs. Watson, why don’t you sit right there beside your deceased friend?

” He pointed the barrel of the revolver at me, then gestured over to the empty space next to Jade.

“Shame about her, really. I’d planned her end so well, you know.

Looks like something didn’t quite agree with her,” he said as he leaned towards Brian, speaking to him as if they were long-time friends.

“There’s Daddy’s Sera Doll,” he added as I settled myself onto the couch, and my hands instantly gripped the cushions beneath me.

“There’s Daddy’s Sera Doll! Daddy is home and so horny.” The words from my nightmare—from my reality —haunted me.

I couldn’t move. He’d found me. I didn’t know how, but he had. The only people who knew about my trip to the United States were my parents and my best friend Kearsten. The three of them and the Discord group. That was it.

Wait! Fuck, Sera, it’s right in front of you! Focus! Micheal is KingArthur. My brain wasn’t able to keep up with the information pouring into it all at once.

My eyes locked on to the masked man, but I couldn’t speak. I felt like a deer in headlights. Every one of my senses was in a panicked state. My body wouldn’t respond, my audio and visual senses having slowed down. It was like some nightmare version of The Matrix , only I wasn’t Keanu Reeves.

“And you, my pet… You come over here and help Mr. Brian to his feet. No crazy ideas. Slowly hold that shotgun out to me, barrel down.” He took a step back from Brian while ushering Danielle forward.

I wanted to scream, run, attack, anything . But I couldn’t. The fear had me frozen in place, a prisoner to my past trauma.