Page 45 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

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“F-uucckkk. This was well worth the wait.” I hear a deep voice growl.

I open my mouth to scream, but nothing but a muffled cry squeaks out. What the fuck? I try again, but come up empty until my tongue brushes against the distinct taste of rubber.

A ball gag?

I go to unbuckle it, but when I attempt to lift my arms, they barely move before they meet resistance. I tug again and still get nothing. There’s no give in whatever is preventing me from freeing myself.

Grunting in frustration, I whip my head to the side, only to finally realize that my wrists are encased in some form of a cuff that’s been slid through the hooks I had installed shortly after I arrived on campus.

This is not a dream. My eyes snap open, meeting crystal eyes through the darkness. I relax, recognizing it’s one of the twins. I’m not sure which one it is, but when he thrusts inside of me, I lose all interest in figuring it out.

“Glad you could join me,” he groans. His hips snap forward before rolling back, only to thrust inside of me again. The smooth, steady cadence of his strokes—a tease to my libido.

I want to plead for him to go faster—to fuck me harder.

But when I lift up to match his pace, he stops, leans forward, and grips my throat.

“I control the pace, Evie.” Then he lowers his head until his lips wrap around my nipple and nips, causing me to hiss at the bite of pain.

He swirls his tongue around the raised peak before releasing it and rising until his gaze locks on mine.

“And each attempt to control will be met with pain,” he threatens as if I’m afraid of pain.

Pain is my only friend.

He must notice something because his grip around my neck tightens enough to restrict my ability to breathe. A pair of glacial blue eyes bore down on me, piercing my skin. “Don’t test me, Eva Rose. Colt’s actions are child’s play compared to mine when I’m challenged.”

A small fire burns in my gut at the reprimand. The urge to push him to that point is so tempting to the destructive part of my brain.

Cooper’s warning is still fresh in the air when he releases my throat and grabs my ankles, lifting my legs and using them as leverage to pound into my pussy.

He pumps in and out of me so hard that I’m sure my suitemates will wake up to the sounds of him fucking me into my mattress.

A garbled moan rips out around the gag, and all pretense of my defiance melts with each deep stroke of his dick. The smug look on his face says he knows it, too.

Cooper pulls out, and I whimper, but before I can sound my complete frustration, his head is between my thighs and eating my pussy like it’s his last meal.

Holy fuckkk—his tongue!

My back bows off the bed, desperately trying to inch away from the overstimulation his humming is causing.

“You can’t escape, arāshatī al-mudammira,” he murmurs, lifting his head only enough for him to deliver three successive smacks to my pussy.

“This is mine and you won’t deny me,” Cooper growls with a possessiveness that makes me question my decision to sign the contract.

But before I can even contemplate it, he starts tongue fucking me as his fingers swirl circles on my clit.

Cooper is relentless. His tongue pumps in and out of my entrance, matching the tempo of his fingers. I’m right on the edge when he stops, and I whine my disapproval.

“Such a greedy little whore,” he murmurs, reaching for something on my bed. When he lifts it and I notice the neon pink vibrator, my heart flutters with excitement and anticipation. I’m about to come so hard that I squirt.

I can’t hide the glee on my face, and when Cooper’s attention returns to me, he smirks. “I know my greedy pussy wants to be filled while I fuck that ass.” Then, I watch as he slides the shaft of the vibrator into his mouth and sucks.

Yup. I’m a puddle of goo .

I watch in rapt attention as Cooper deep-throats my toy and seeing him do that with a real dick is on my top three list of things that must be done. He releases it with a pop. “Soon,” is all he says before he positions the vibrator at my entrance and thrusts it inside of me.

A muffled groan escapes as he turns on the toy and increases the vibration levels. My hips raise to force it deeper. I hear Cooper groan, drawing my attention to him, and I watch him as he watches me be fucked. I can feel my juices running down the crack of my ass.

My pussy starts to clench—my breaths become heavier, and a tingle runs up my spine. I bite down on the gag, rolling my hips. I’m so close that my vision begins to blur. I relax, waiting for the ultimate fall when the vibrator is yanked out of me.

Bellowing a whine around the ball gag, I try to relay my rage. I haven’t come in what feels like forever. I swear at this rate, I’m going to become a murderer, because I’m going to end up killing these two teasing assholes.

Cooper chuckles, but doesn’t say a word. Instead, he hoists my legs over his shoulders and begins to eat my pussy again, drinking me in. Then, he pumps three digits inside me before sliding them down to my puckered hole and working them in.

“I’d eat your ass, but I want in it too badly,” he confesses, removing his fingers.

He lowers me onto the bed and grips his shaft, coating it in my juices before he positions himself so the crown of his cock fills my ass.

I’m so wet that he doesn’t even need lube.

Cooper works his dick into my rear entrance, slowly rolling his hips until he’s fully seated himself inside of me.

“Fuck. Look how this ass swallows me, Evie,” he growls, grinding into me, each stroke hitting just the right spot. “I want to see you a weeping mess before I leave this room.” Then he grabs the vibrator, slowing his thrusts while he sinks it into my wanton pussy.

My eyes roll in the back of my head, because holy fucking shitballs. The overstimulation is… is?—

I lose all coherent thought as tears begin to prick my eyes. It all feels too good and too much, but I don’t fucking care. I could die just like this and feel zero remorse.

“Come back to me, l warda dyali lhlouwa.” I hear.

Cooper’s command breaks through my haze before his teeth sink into the flesh of my calf.

“Don’t float away just yet,” Cooper commands as one hand steadies the vibrator, while the other cradles my right leg in the crook of his elbow as my left leg rests on his shoulder.

This angle is so delicious. I can feel my orgasm building with each thrust of Cooper’s dick in my ass. Everything just feels like nirvana.

The clit stimulator pulses as the tongue flicks at a fervent pace. Drool slides out of the corners of my mouth as I fight to scream my pleasure.

“Do you like this fat cock in your ass, Evie? Do you like how it feels as I pound into it?”

I try to muffle a demand for him not to stop— because how fucking dare they keep denying me my well earned orgasm— but this goddamn gag forces me to swallow it.

Refusing to accept that I won’t get to come tonight, I try to free my legs to gain leverage to control the pace. I should’ve known from the start that my attempt would fail.

“You really are gagging to come around my cock in your ass, aren’t you, my filthy fucking slut.

” Cooper groans as his hips clap against the back of my thighs.

The obvious sound of skin slapping skin fills the room in the best debauched way.

If this could be an ASMR sound, I would listen to it like it was my security blanket.

Cooper’s hold on my ankle tightens just as his dick thickens, and I know he’s close to coming. Sure enough, seconds later, he tosses the vibrator somewhere over his shoulder and grips my hips, doubling his strokes to the point that I think he may just give me one.

My limbs tighten, causing me to clench around him as I creep closer to my release.

Just as I’m about to tip over, Cooper pulls out and then shoots cum all over me, grunting until the last drop is spent.

Then he crawls over me, his eyes never leaving mine, and lowers his head, sucking my cum-covered nipple into his mouth.

Shit, I can come just watching this.

His tongue swirls over the raised peak before he releases it. “Fuck, I taste good on you.”

I want to shout for him to let me taste, but he hops off the bed and begins to dress.

What the fuck? I haven’t come yet.

Groaning my dissent, I tug at my restraints, bucking off the bed in the hopes that he’ll come back and finish me off, or at least release me, so I can finish myself off.

None of that happens, though. I watch as Cooper pulls up his sweats and slips on his hoodie before he comes to stand at my side.

I squeal in indignation. He can’t leave me like this—he won’t leave me like this. I try to convince myself, but as cold blue eyes peer down at me, I know he is going to leave me here naked, tied, and covered in cum.

“Does my little slut want to come?” he taunts, trailing a finger down my leg until he’s rubbing his cum against my swollen clit. “Do you think you’re worthy of it?”

Grrr . I want to kick him in his godlike, beautiful face. Instead, I nod, fluttering my lashes in an unspoken plea.

Tilting his head, Cooper studies me, never stopping his assault on my pussy. I feel my orgasm mounting, and I want to shout, “ Just a little more. Rub it a little harder.”

Why can’t he be telepathic?

Just as I’m about to find my release, he lifts his hand, sucking the soaked digits into his mouth. “I wish you could taste us together, Evie. It’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted before.”

I could taste us if you fucking untie me. Fuck, I can ride your face covered in your cum, if you just let me.

He smirks as if he can hear my rants. “But you haven’t been a good girl, Evie Rose. In fact,” he says, walking toward my bedroom door. “You’ve been downright obstinate.”

I struggle to break free, the reality of my situation playing out in ultra high-definition right before my eyes as I watch him reach for the door handle.

Cooper spins, one hand on the doorknob, and states, “So this is what you deserve.” Then he’s out the door without so much as a backward glance, and I’m left cum-stained, waiting to be found.