Page 84 of His Darkest Obsession

It’s because I want her to want me as badly as I want her. It’s a desire that burns from the deepest pits of my black soul and I have no fucking idea just where it ends.

If it ends.

I want her fingers digging into my back while I shield her with my body. I want to hear her soft quiet moans against my ear telling me that my protection is what she needs while my tongue laves along her neck.

I want to hear her confess with every merciless thrust of my cock that she likes it when I kill her. That sheneedsme to kill for her. That she can’t wait for me to destroy every motherfucker who dared to hurt her in the past.

I want to wrap my fist in her blue hair, brush away every tear clinging at the corner of her eyes, and kiss her so hard and deep that neither of us can breathe.

My cock throbs rock hard in my pants, and I snarl as I slam my fist against the car door again and again until a dent starts to form.

It’s not something I’ve ever felt before. And certainly not a feeling I’ve had for a woman. But with Indigo, it comes so naturally. So easily.

The rain comes down harder and harder now, and I reach up to undo the buttons on my shirt, helpless against the heat burning me up into a crisp inside.

The doors to the gas station open, and the object of my obsession walks out, regal as a queen. Her steps are sure and steady as she approaches. The front of her blouse is soaked from the rain, and clings to her body. The outline of her dark bra is visible even under the dim lights of the gas station.

Then her soft hazel eyes meet mine.

A slight blush colors her cheeks.

And my heart practically stops.

She steps between my legs, and raises a single hand to caress my cheek. A trail of fire follows the path of her fingers, and I find myself straining to breathe right.

“Ready to go home?” She whispers as her hand moves down my neck and past my collarbone until it rests against my racing heart.

My hand reaches out and circles around her waist. She doesn’t pull back as I tug her closer to me until the space disappears between us. Her thigh moves against my pants, against the head of my aching cock, and I shudder violently as if I’ve been struck by lightning.

My other hand is lost in the wet strands of her blue hair, tightening against the nape of her neck as I pull her close to me into a deep consuming kiss. She doesn’t resist but opens her mouth to give me better access.

Her hand continues to work at the buttons of my shirt.

Rain runs down my torso, and I lose myself on the taste of her lips and tongue.

She moans, trembling, and presses her wet body close to me. Searing heat bloom between us. I reach down and squeeze her ass, and she rewards me with a tiny little gasp of pleasure. Her leg comes up and she inches closer, wriggling her hips against me in the exact spot where my cock throbs behind the fabric of my pants.

“Indigo…” I moan as I break the kiss, and she nips along my neck as she grinds her hips against my cock.

I throw my head back against the hood of the car as her mouth travels down my body, teeth scraping against my skin. When the fuck did she completely unbutton my shirt? A finger slips into my mouth. I wrap my lips around it to suck at the slender digit before she pulls it out and claws her way down the same path her lips just took.

But just as her trembling fingers start undoing the buckle of my belt, a bolt of lightning spears across the sky, throwing the world in harsh white light. A crack of thunder follows immediately, and I can feel my teeth rattling from the sound.

Indigo yelps, falling into me, and I scooper her up in my arms. When she looks up, her eyes are dark with desire.

Then, both of us start laughing. Loud, deep-bellied laughs as the storm continues to rage all around us.

“Let’s go home,britvochka.” I plant a soft kiss on her nose. “And get you out of these wet clothes before you catch a cold.”

The storm rageswith the strength of a hurricane by the time I pull up outside of the doors to the mansion and help Indigo out of the car. Several staff member rushes out with umbrellas for us but we walk hand-in-hand into the cool interior of the mansion, leaving a trail of wet footprints behind us with every step.

Hurried steps carry us up the grand staircase, and Indigo follows me as I guide her through to the bathroom in my room until we’re standing just outside of the massive shower. I turn on the knob, and steam starts filling the marble bathroom.

When I turn around, Indigo launches herself into my embrace. Her lips crash against mine and her hands tear my shirt off my body while my hand slips under her blouse. With a single practiced motion, I rip open the wet garment clinging to her skin, and then unclip the bra restraining her breasts.

She presses herself against me, her hard wet nipples teasing against my chest as tiny soft moans burst from her lips.

My fingers hook around her pants and shove them down until they puddle at her feet. Her underwear goes next, and she steps out of her clothes.