Page 117 of Obsession

“I can’t do this,” I choke out, pressing my forehead to hers. I’m not in control, and it scares me.Shescares me.

Reading my thoughts, she searches the bloodied floor with her hand until she finds what she is looking for. Then she takes my wrist and puts the knife in my hand. She closes her fingers around mine and guides the blade to her throat. “If you need to be in control to feel safe, Robbie. Do it. Take back control, but please, fuck me.”

The blade digs in, a mere surface cut that causes blood to rush to the surface and trail down the side of her neck.

“Jesus fuck,” I growl, defeated, ruined by the hunger in her eyes. “You slay me.”

As I raise myself onto my knees, I place one arm under her and enter her with a hard thrust. She cries out and arches her back, tits straining toward the ceiling.

I rock my hips, fucking her deep and slow while clutching the blade in my grip, watching her face as the knife threatens to slice her throat open if I let my control slip. Her eyes find mine, laced with desire and raw lust.

Her shoulders glide through the pool of blood, smearing it over the cracks in the concrete floor, and her pussy clamps down on my dick as she tweaks her nipples.

I drag the flat end down the center of her body, and the blade gleams in the candlelight as I let my eyes feast on every inch of her skin.

Every soft dip and curve.

She’s perfection.

I toss the knife to the side, then push my fingers into her mouth. My balls draw up tight, slapping against her ass cheeks. Her tongue slides over my digits in a seductive dance as she sucks. Savannah is going to be the death of me.

“Harder, Robbie,” she pleads when I slip my fingers from her mouth and grab her by the throat.

My name on her lips sounds fucking divine and cuts as deep as a knife to the heart.

I slide out, pull her up by her arm, and guide her to straddle my lap. She sinks down and takes me inch by inch. Her pussy swallows my length, and she wastes no time rolling her hips. She takes what she needs, almost frantic in her fucking.

“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? How good you feel?” I palm her ass, bouncing her on my cock, harder and faster, grinding deeper, hitting that magic spot.

“Oh fuck, Robbie,” she cries out, trembling in my arms.

“Look at me. Give me those eyes,” I demand, needing them to anchor me.

She looks at me and then slams her lips to mine while she grinds against me almost desperately. “I can feel you everywhere.”

“Good,” I answer, smiling against her lips. “This pussy is mine.”

Her pebbled nipples brush against my sweaty chest, and she circles her arms around my neck to bring us flush. “Are you still in control, Robbie?”

“Baby,” I reply with a grunt, my cock throbbing inside her, “I’ve never been in control around you. I’ve tried, but you make it impossible. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”

She throws her head back with a moan, and I squeeze her ass. Her eyes lock on mine again, demanding I hand over every last ounce of my soul. “You wanted me at the first interview?”

“Long before then.” I crush my lips to hers to silence her string of questions. Now is not the time. Not when her pussy pulses around my dick.

I hold her to me as I climb to my feet. Then I slam her into the nearest wall and brace my hand against the cold surface while balancing her ass with my free arm.

Our fucking is nothing short of feral.

I’m insatiable in my pursuit of possessing her, and I can’t bury my cock deep enough or mark her with my teeth enough. I want to own her and possess her. I want to be the last thing she thinks about at night and the first thing she sees when she wakesup. I want her consumed by me. Nothing short of insanity will do.

This. Woman. Is. Mine.

“Fuck, Robbie, yes!” Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, and her pussy grips me in a vise. My own climax is not far off. I fuck her harder, slamming my hips against her so brutally that her spine crashes against the hard wall with every thrust. I’m too far gone to care and a slave to the insane pleasure she wrings from my body with her tight little pussy and erotic moans. She makes me like this. No one else has ever turned me into a frenzied animal like her.

I release inside her with a deep groan, my nose buried in her neck. I shudder almost violently. My hips grind, dragging out the last waves of receding pleasure.

Her soft breaths slowly come back into focus, as well as the sensation of her fingers in my hair and her sharp nails on my scalp. I shudder a final time before setting her to her feet and placing a kiss on her damp, bloodied forehead. My fingers trail through our combined release on the inside of her thigh, and I drag my slick digits over her lips before licking it off in another display of the lust she instills in me. When I sink my teeth into her lip, she yelps. I grip her chin hard to hold her in place, and a masculine groan rumbles in my chest at the taste of copper on my tongue. “Fucking perfect.”