Page 22 of Obsessive Love

FABLE

“Have you decided on everything you’re going to need?

” Pyrite casually asked as if he hadn’t killed someone, not even an hour ago.

He stood leaning against the wall opposite me, with a smirk.

Even though I knew his ass was crazy, I couldn’t deny how fucking fine he was.

I shook my head; there was no way I should be attracted to this crazy ass nigga, but I was.

“Yeah,” I nodded.

“Good, I’m ready to go.” He pushed off the wall and approached me. “I have the list of everything you need and will order it in the morning.”

“Send me the bill,” I said as I looked around one last time. “I want to start working as soon as possible. Can you set up a meeting with each team to start the selection process?”

“Yeah,” he answered, then extended his hand.

I looked down at it, and even though I wanted to hold his hand, I didn’t.

His killing the security guard was still heavy on my mind.

I didn’t mind death; it was a part of life, but what I refused to deal with was someone being murdered because of me.

I ran off, not the security guard; he was doing his job and ensuring Pyrite's property was secure.

And his rule about no one touching me was not necessary. “Take my hand.”

“No,” I denied and shook my head.

“You gonna run again?” he asked with a chuckle, and I looked up at him.

For him to be as fine as he was, Pyrite was no doubt insane.

Playing this cat-and-mouse game was igniting a flame in him that I wasn’t prepared for, but I couldn’t not run.

Pyrite lifted his brow in question when I didn’t answer him, and his eyes narrowed.

“Fable, I was serious earlier when I said I'll find you no matter where you go. There is no escaping.”

“I’m going to try,” I replied, and he nodded.

“I was hoping you said that,” he said, then laughed. “This shit is going to be so much fun.” He quickly grabbed my hand, interlaced our fingers, and led me from the arena.

The entire car ride back to his house, he hummed along with each song that played.

When we pulled into the circular driveway, he parked the car close to the door and got out.

I watched as he got out, rounded the car, and came to my side to open the door.

He helped me out of the car, and we walked into the house together.

“Are you hungry?” he asked, and I shook my head. I had a million thoughts racing through my mind; all I wanted to do was write them down and sketch them out. “You only ate that salad earlier today.”

“I’m fine,” I said, and he continued staring at me. “I just want to shower and go to bed.”

“Fine,” he agreed, then walked me to the room I’d been using. He scanned his hand, and the locks were disengaged. Pyrite opened the door, kissed the top of my head, and then let me walk into the room. “I’ll see you in the morning.” The door closed behind me, and I took a deep breath.

I showered, climbed into bed with my sketchbooks and colored pencils, and relaxed.

I spent the next few hours reviewing design options for the shop in the arena and possible dessert recipes.

When I looked up at the big clock on the wall, I was surprised to see it was after two am.

Instead of fighting my sleep, I set everything on the nightstand next to the bed, turned off the bedside lamp, and went to sleep.

“This will ensure that I can always find you,” I heard Pyrite say, then he kissed my calf.

Even though my dream was amazing, the feeling of his lips against my skin was heaven.

My eyes slowly opened to see him at the foot of the bed.

His right hand rubbed against my leg, and his dark eyes took me in. “I’ll always find you, Fable.”

“I don’t want to be found,” I softly replied, and he smirked.

“Yes, you do,” he replied, then bent and kissed my leg. His lips were soft, and his beard tickled as it touched my skin. I hissed at the tingle of pleasure that pulsed up my leg. “If you didn’t, you wouldn’t be here.”

“You kidnapped me,” I countered, and he chuckled. “I didn’t have a choice.”

“You always have a choice,” he replied, kissing the top of my thigh.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want, and it’ll happen.

No matter how much it hurts me.” He kissed up my leg, and even though my brain screamed at me to stop him, my body wasn’t listening.

My legs opened on their own, and Pyrite continued to kiss my sensitive skin.

He moved to my other leg while his hands moved from my hips to my ankles.

“Then let me go,” I moaned as he kissed the top of my pussy.

The panties that I wore were soaked, and at this point, I had no shame.

This man was wreaking havoc on my nervous system, and I was woman enough to acknowledge that if I was going to die here with him that I was going to get fucked thoroughly before it happened.

It was already proven that he was crazy from the way he acted; there was no way he was going to have a weak stroke game. Crazy niggas always fucked the best.

He pushed my panties to the side and buried his face into my pussy.

I don’t know who moaned louder, him or me.

“If you thought for one second that was ever a possibility, then I’m not the crazy one here,” he chuckled, then latched onto my clit.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head, and I swear I saw stars.

There was no way his mouth could have had me gasping for air.

He rolled his tongue over my clit so fast that my head started to spin.

My orgasm was knocking on the back of my skull so hard I was going cross-eyed.

“Pyrite,” I moaned as I dug my nails into his shoulders. “Fuck!” He continued to work me over with his mouth, not caring about my moaning, begging, or pushing at his shoulders. “Pyrite!”

“Hmmm?” he questioned as he looked up at me. His eyes shone with excitement as I tried to push his head away. He shook me off but sucked harder. “Stop fighting this, Fable.”

“I can’t!” I panted as I rode his face. “I fucking can’t!” I was so damn close I could feel my orgasm building. The top of my head got hot, and my toes tingled. “Damn it, Pyrite!”

Pyrite continued to suck on my clit, moving my leg to his shoulder so he could get better access.

My toes curled, and my back arched off the bed as my orgasm ripped through my body.

He continued to lick, suck and kiss me through my first orgasm and right into my second.

My clit was so sensitive that I had to push his head away.

Pyrite rested his head on my thigh, and my hand was entangled in his hair.

“I can’t let you go, Fable,” he said quietly against my leg as he shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I can’t.”

“I’m a payment for a debt, Pyrite,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. Even to my own ears, my reasoning sounded like an excuse. “I’m not a possession that you can own.”

“I know that,” he chuckled, then tilted his head to look at me.

“I could never own you, but I can’t say the same for you when it comes to me.

” He kissed my thigh again, then slowly rose to his full height.

My leg wasn’t long enough to stay on his shoulder, so my feet rested against his chest. My eyes went to the outline of his hard dick pushing against his shorts.

Even though I’d just cum twice, my pussy started to throb at the sight of him.

“What?” My eyes went from his print to his eyes, confused about what he meant. “What did you say?”

“You want breakfast?” he asked instead of answering my question. His hand went to my leg and he rubbed my calf to my ankle.

“Pyrite, what the fuck is that on my ankle?” I asked as I lifted my foot from his chest and quickly raised it to look at my leg. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me because there was no way I was seeing what I thought I was. “What the fuck is this?”

“An ankle monitor,” he answered with a shrug. “I told you that leaving me wasn’t an option.” He tapped the monitor. “That will ensure that I always know where you are.”

“Take this shit off!” I yelled as I jumped from the bed and got in his face. “Right fucking now! Take it off!”

“No,” he denied with a shake of his head.

“Not until I can trust that you won’t run from me.

” He took a step back, and I stared at him in disbelief.

“It’s the monitor, or I kill every nigga that touches you when you try to run.

” There was no way this crazy ass nigga put an ankle monitor on me and then ate my pussy to try and distract me! “Now, get ready for work.”

“Excuse you?”

“We have a meeting with Rhodes in two hours.”

“Who the fuck is Rhodes?” I asked, then started to laugh. “You know what? It doesn’t matter because I’m not going any fucking where until this shit is off my ankle.”

“Rhodes Jeffers is the captain of The Rooks, my hockey team, and yes, the fuck you are.” He stared down at me with a serious expression.

“If you aren’t ready when I come back, then I’ll dress you my fucking self.

” He looked me up and down, then slowly licked his lips.

“Shit will be enjoyable for both of us, though, know that.”

“Fuck you, Pyrite,” I replied, and he laughed.

“Two hours, Fable.” He held up two fingers and smirked. “Two fucking hours.”

As soon as the door closed behind Pyrite, I was searching for something to cut off this damn ankle monitor.

I was so fucking mad, I was shaking. I’d let my pussy think for me, and now I was literally on a different level of lockdown.

Being stuck in his house was one thing, but having an ankle monitor on was too fucking much.