Page 12 of Ravage (The Wellard Asylum #6)

T his obsession with Sloane is starting to get out of hand.

Part of me just wants to toss her out on her ass, but a larger part of me wants to keep her here just because I can.

I don’t know what it is about her, but I need her in every way possible.

A groan slips from my lips as her taste still lingers on my tongue, her tears were the perfect mix of salty and sweet, and her whimpers went straight to my cock.

I wasn’t joking with my parting threat to her, and I have a feeling that I’ll be able to uphold that promise soon.

The doorbell rings, jolting me from my thoughts, my feet padding against the carpet as I rip the door open to find some nerdy man standing on the other side with a white bag dangling from his hands.

His eyes go wide when he sees me standing there shirtless, and it makes me smirk that even men find me attractive.

“Thanks.” I say, reaching for the bag and pushing a five-dollar bill into his waiting hand.

His you're welcome comes through the muffled door while I make my way back to the living room.

“Sloane!” I shout towards her door with a roll of my eyes.

Her door opens up tentatively, and after a few long seconds I hear her lightly walking towards me.

When she rounds the corner, I am actually pleased with what I see.

Her body is covered in a frilly baby pink dress that complements her skin tone.

Ruffle lace runs along the edges of the fabric that swishes around her thighs while she walks.

She takes a seat on the couch opposite me and places her hands in her lap, watching me while I dish out our dinner.

Placing small mounds of the chicken curry and rice on her plate before handing it to her with a fork.

Her face screws up in disgust while she stares at the food sitting on her plate.

At that moment I decide I’m going to do something that I swore to myself I wouldn’t do again.

“Do you not like chicken curry?” I ask Sloane with a questioning expression.

She visibly gulps before looking up at me with fear deep in her eyes. “I just don’t like rice.” She says softly. I nod my head and pretend to think for just a moment before answering her.

“Do you like smoothies?” She tilts her head and eyes me with suspicion before nodding her head.

“Strawberry and banana okay?” I ask while I grab her plate from my hand.

She nods again with a smile on her face this time.

“Perfect, give me just a few minutes.” I set her plate on the counter before grabbing all the makings for her smoothie.

Tossing each ingredient into the blender along with a little something extra.

Once everything is combined, I pour it into a large glass and grab her a straw before heading back to the living room with a smile on my face.

“Here you go. I expect for you to drink all of this since you won’t be eating the meal that I ordered in for us.

” She nods enthusiastically as she grabs ahold of the glass and takes a tentative sip, moaning at the taste when it hits her tongue.

Her eyes about bug out of her head as she watches me, sipping deeply on the straw, making my smile even wider. “Kole, this is amazing! What did you put in it?” She asks, eyeing me and the smoothie in her hands.

“I just put the fruit, some orange juice, and ice in it. Nothing special, but I’m glad that you like it.

Drink up.” Sloane gives me another smile before diving back into her smoothie.

We sit in silence until her straw starts gurgling in the glass to alert me that she’s finished it all.

I try my best to not show her just how giddy I am at the fact that she drank it all and is in for a fun night this evening.

Her eyes start to droop, and she lets out a big yawn, which is probably the cutest thing I’ve seen her do since she’s been here.

“Why don’t you head to bed? You look tired, and it’s been a long day.

” She gets shakily to her feet and starts to take the glass towards the kitchen, and I stop her in her tracks.

“I got the dishes tonight; you just go to sleep.” I take the glass gently from her hands and usher her off down the hall.

When she gets to her bedroom door, she swings around to look at me her mouth opening and closing like she wants to say something.

“Yes?” I ask with a quirk of my eyebrow.

“Thank you for dinner.” She says softly with a smile on her face before she disappears into her room.

I head over to the sink, dropping our dirty dishes into it and then going to scrape Sloane’s contents off her plate into the trash before dropping that into the sink as well.

I get to work on washing the dishes, my nerves firing with excitement at each passing second.

Once the dishes have been washed, dried, and put away, I set out towards Sloane’s room with nefarious intentions.

Leaning my ear against the door, all I hear is the silence on the other side, and a smile tugs at my lips.

Reaching out I twist the doorknob in my hand, chuckling slightly when it turns freely.

The door swings open on silent hinges, bathing the room in the low light from the hallway.

Sloane doesn’t even twitch as I approach the side of her bed, completely unaware of my intentions for her this evening.

She’s sprawled out on her back haphazardly, still wearing the dress from dinner, almost as if she barely made it to the bed before passing out.

“Sloane.” I whisper in her ear, testing the strength of the sedative I added to her smoothie.

My fingers drift down the column of her neck towards the valley of her breasts.

“You drive me crazy.” My words drift across her skin, eliciting goosebumps.

I pinch her hardened nipple between my fingers, and a soft moan leaves her lips, but her eyes stay firmly shut.

My fingers travel down her body to the hem of her dress that I grab in my hands and push it up to her hips.

A devious smile spreads across my face at the view of her lacy pink thong that I promptly drag down her legs and toss to the other side of the room.

She moans again softly while I push her legs apart, baring her pretty pussy to my view.

“God damn…” My words drift off, and my hands clutch her thighs harder.

Peeking up at Sloane to verify that she is still dead to the world before I swipe my finger through her wetness, gathering it up and bringing it to my parted lips.

Her scent invades my nostrils before her taste even touches my tongue, and when it does, it’s like a live wire that’s sent directly to my cock.

The sight of her on her back, legs spread, and at my mercy is almost enough to make me come untouched.

My cock jolts in my sweats, weeping for attention while I stare at Sloane’s body bathed in the low lights.

Leaning in I run my tongue up her pussy, gathering more of her wetness on my tongue, groaning at the flavor of her.

I know I will be leaving fingerprints behind with the way my hands grip her thighs as I feast on her.

Her clit throbs under my tongue as I lap at it, my hand diving into my sweats to pull out my cock.

I growl with the mix of her delicious taste and my cock pulsing in my hand.

Her face is peaceful while she lays below me, unconsciously allowing me to do whatever I want with her.

Her thighs start to quiver around my head, and I know she's going to come on my tongue, which is why I pull away suddenly. “You’re going to come on my cock, and right now, there’s not shit you can do about it.

” My thighs push hers up around my hips, her head drooping to the side, hair strewn across her flushed cheeks.

I reach up and brush her hair from her face while I line my dick up to her wet entrance.

“I want to see your face while I fuck you.” I punctuate my words by pushing into her to the hilt.

A whimper escapes her lips, but her body stays still below me while I use her like the perfect doll she’s meant to be.

Reaching up, I free her breasts, my lips suctioning onto her right nipple while my hand twists and pulls on the other.

Her chest rises faster beneath my touch, a moan slips from her lips.

Her pussy tightens around my cock like a vice.

“Come for me my Sweet Obsession. Show me that you can still be a good girl for me.” I reach down and rub her clit in tight circles, and her pussy spasms around me, a deep moan coming from her throat that just about pushes me over the edge.

I pull out quickly, and my come spurts out onto her lower stomach, coating her in the proof of my obsession.

Her body seems to melt back into the mattress, her breathing slowing down to a normal rhythm.

Tucking my spent cock back into my sweats, I hop down off the bed in search of the panties I threw across the room.

I grab them in my fist and slide them back up her slick legs, pulling her dress down to conceal the evidence beneath.

I debate on cleaning her up, but I want her to wake up with me on her skin.

I want her to panic and be afraid of who she’s living with.

Once she’s put back together, looking like a serene china doll in the middle of her bed, I reach for her laptop to see what she was working on all day.

The device boots up quickly, and “For Rent” ads assault me like a virus taking over my senses.

My anger rises in my chest, and it takes everything in me not to chuck the laptop across the room.

I slam the top closed and march out of her room, closing the door behind me.

The trip back to my room is tense, and the shower I take after is filled with plans rolling around inside my head.

By the time I lie down in bed, I have a smile back on my face and a determination to do whatever it takes to keep Sloane clasped in my grip.