Page 101 of Obsession

The corners of her lips slowly turn blue, causing heat to swirl low in my groin. It twists and coils, ready to unleash. I’m strung so tight, burning up beneath her touch. Her small hand jerks my dick like it wants to drain my fucking sanity.

I can’t let her see the true monster inside me. No, I won’t survive if I get a glimpse of disgust in those beautiful eyes. I’ll snap. Like I always do.

Releasing her throat, I smack her hand away before flipping her over onto her front and grabbing hold of her neck, keeping her face firmly planted in the mattress so she can’t see the devil unleash hell on her pale skin.

Braced on my knees, I stroke my aching cock. “Fuck, Savannah…” Strings of cum rain over the dip at the base of her spine and the snowy globes of her ass. My breath catches in my throat, and I jerk every last drip of pleasure from my cock, watching it strip away the last of her innocence. She’s mine now, coated in cum and bruises. Marked by the devil himself.

I hover over her, breathing hard, trying to gain control of myself again. But the sight of her, the cum pooling at the base of her spine, has a sense of overwhelming possessiveness washing over me. Every time I get a taste of this woman, I fall harder.

In fact, I’ve never stopped falling.

“Robbie…” Her muffled voice carries a note of insecurity.

Good. She should fear me. She shouldn’t feel safe around me.

I keep her trapped against the sheets as I swipe my fingers through my release.

She trembles silently beneath my touch, and I like how vulnerable she feels, as though I can break her in half. A part of me is tempted to snap her spine.

Dipping my hand between her legs, I fuck my cum inside her swollen pussy. She squirms beneath me, too sensitive yet so receptive to my rough touch. “Are you on birth control, baby?”

I know she is—I searched through the cupboards in the bathroom—but I want her to think I don’t. I like the slight hitch in her breath and the hint of unease that’s thick in the air, stirring my dick once more. “I like the thought of your pussy stuffed with my cum.”

“Why won’t you fuck me, Robbie?” she asks bravely despite the shake in her voice.

I pause, knuckle-deep in her pussy. Sliding my fingers out, I drag them over her too-sensitive clit.

Savannah winces, but I keep her frozen, giving her no choice but to take the pleasure, bordering on pain, that I force on her body.

“I’m a killer. Make no fucking mistake. I can’t let myself lose control. And you are dangerous, Savannah. Even now, I can feel my control slipping. Do you know what it takes not to give in to the voices that want me to tie you up and hurt you?” Leaning over her, I press down hard on her clit and bite her ear, whispering, “To fuck the life out of you?”

Whimpering, she squirms, silently begging for more.

“Are you that fucking desperate to be fucked, baby?” My chuckle drifts over the shell of her ear.

“Yes…” Her pussy leaks, making a mess of my hand.

I sink my fingers inside her again, and my lips curve in a cruel smile. I like her with her face buried in the mattress and her ass in the air, unable to cut me to the core with those expressive eyes that scare me more than any cocked gun aimed at my heart.

“Feel that, Savannah? Feel how tight you grip me?”

“Please, Robbie. Just fuck me already.”

I tut, inserting a fourth finger. It’s a snug fit, almost too tight, and she whimpers deliciously, her thighs quaking.

“Good girl,” I praise, the wet sounds of her cunt singing a siren call to my dick. “You like this tight little hole stretched, don’t you?”

“Robbie,” she moans, trying to turn her head to look at me, but I grip her harder and press my thumb against her tight ring of muscles.

“What about this ass? Ever been fucked here?” I dip my thumb inside, and she gasps.

“Answer me,” I grit out, sinking deeper.

“No, never.”

Satisfaction unfurls in my chest, like waves spreading out in all directions across a glassy lake. “It’ll hurt.”

“I want you to hurt me.”