Page 54 of Obsession

I’m torn from my fantasies and cruelly thrown back into reality when Miller’s salty cum shoots down my throat. I choke, digging my nails into his thighs. His disgusting, sweaty hands fist my hair tightly. I want his dick out of my mouth before I puke around him, but he holds me there, legs planted wide.

“You like it down there, don’t you? On your knees with a cock down your throat.” His chuckle is cruel. “It’s been fun.”

He finally steps back, and I fall onto my ass, wiping away drool and cum before swiping my sleeve through the mascara streaks on my cheeks.

Miller smirks, then walks to the door. His eyes find mine and slide down my body. “Same time next week, sweetheart. It’ll be our little secret.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me behind to plot his murder if Robbie doesn’t get to him first.

If he thinks I’ll let him blackmail me to suck his dick every week, he’s wrong. I’m not a helpless little girl anymore. She grew up. And she’s ready to unleash hell.

23

SAVANNAH

Istep out of the shower and go to grab a towel, when I catch sight of my face in the mirror. Wet strands of my brown hair lie plastered to my shoulders and breasts. Droplets dot my skin around my collarbones.

I inch closer, unable to recognize the woman staring back at me. There’s a new coldness in my eyes, one I haven’t seen before. Something flashes in their depths, something cruel and vicious.

I grip the edge of the sink and lean closer, ignoring the goosebumps on my arms. With my nose this close to the mirror, my breaths steam it up. I cock my head, an inhuman quick movement that almost startles me, but also not. Whatever is awakening inside me has always been there.

Always waited for this moment to resurface.

What was once a still, glassy lake, is now a ripple of small waves that drift closer to the shore while whatever resides inside me shifts closer to the surface.

Robbie saw it when he first laid eyes on me, maybe even sooner. The swirling shadows inside him thickened in recognition.

My lips slowly spread into a barely-there smile that would scare the devil back to Hell. I feel fucking great.

Releasing a breath, I slide my finger through the steamed-up glass with slow, squeaky strokes while peering into the darkness that stares back at me.

After dryingmy hair and changing into my silk pajamas, I walk past my snoring father in the living room and enter the kitchen.

My stomach rumbles.

Sucking dick and planning a murder is tiring work.

I flip on the switch and pause.

There’s a fresh can of cola on the kitchen counter, but it’s what’s next to it that terrifies me.

Panic wraps gnarly fingers around my throat while I stare at it, unblinking.

Snapping out of my stasis, I hurry over, pick it up, and stride up to the trash can. Tears blur my vision as I toss it inside, but it’s not enough. It’s still there, taunting me.

I know what you did.

I rip it out, then storm barefoot out of the house, thundering down the porch steps. Snow crunches beneath my feet, but the bite of cold has nothing on the arctic chill inside my veins.

Someone knows.

I rip open the lid to the trash can, shove the offending item inside, and slam the lid back on. It’s still not enough. Lifting the lid, I slam it down three more times before the storm of emotions inside me begins to settle.

I slowly notice the icy breeze and the bite of pain beneath my bare feet, and I look down to see my toes buried deep in snow. I’m suddenly frozen to the bone, shivering in the night.

Scanning the dimly lit road and the neighbors’ houses, I swallow hard. My neck prickles as though someone is watching me.

I wrap my arms around myself to ward off the cold and shout, “I know you’re out there!”