Page 7 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

He thrust fast and rough inside me, his hands a brand as they snuck under my shirt and caressed my skin.

He was fire—bright and dangerous—and I was the coal that flared under his attention.

Maybe he enjoyed getting men under him, begging, but I wasn’t going to do that.

I’d never fall to that level. Instead, I angled my hips backward, meeting every stroke of his cock.

I became alive, even more so than when I was in the nuthouse.

The adrenaline licked flames through me and goose bumps rose over my arms. The edge of insanity—of my orgasm—lingered on a cliff, ready to fall off, and the only thing keeping me at bay was my fist around the base of my cock, holding on tightly.

“Harder.” I shot him a glare. “Fucking harder, man.”

Sweat gleamed on his forehead and he bared his teeth, going feral. I wouldn’t be surprised if he took out a chunk of my flesh with those chompers. Hell, I wouldn’t complain if he did. I was buzzing, high on the energy of fighting and fucking.

His nails dug into my hips, biting so viciously I’d have bruises in the morning, but I thanked whatever higher being did exist for this man. I needed the pain tomorrow, too, to remind me I was alive in this shitty world.

“Damn, Moosey Bear.” He laughed, the sound echoing off the walls of the bridge. “You’re going to give me a heart attack.”

He kept snapping his hips, his cock driving in and out of my hole with roughness that might’ve made him famous if he was a porn star.

His attacks were precise, striking my prostate with unrelenting force.

The slapping of his balls against my skin met my ears.

I closed my eyes, recording the noise in my head for later when I was jerking off.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered against my neck, breath teasing over my skin.

“Do it.” I rolled my hips backward, and he groaned. “Come.”

“You first.” He batted away my hand, even though I struggled to keep it at the base of my length, and took over, jerking me in a slow but steady rhythm that had my nuts tightening.

Between his attention on my cock and the thrusting in my hole, I was a goner.

Nothing could save me. It’d been too long, and with a fight tonight, too?

I was free-falling into my orgasm. I came, hard , my cock jerking as my cum splattered against the cement wall in front of me.

I tensed through my release, breath ragged as I trembled, and I didn’t notice he was coming until he leaned over me.

Forehead touching my back, he shuddered and called my name.

The world spun and it took me a moment to come down from La-La Land.

Or Orgasm Land. Whatever. I touched my fingers to my forehead, wincing when the stickiness of blood met my skin.

Fuck, I had to deal with that before I got home.

Virginia—our little Ginny—wouldn’t like it if she saw me bloody.

For a five-year-old, she had a good head on her shoulders.

She’d sit me down to lecture me about responsibilities and taking care of myself as simply as someone her age could.

The only time when she did something stupid was when she walked her damned dog.

“How are you feeling?” He slid out of me, and we both hissed.

I stood to my full height, my knees shaky as I yanked up my pants and rebuttoned them.

“Like I just got fucked.” I glanced at him from the corner of my eye, suddenly feeling self-conscious around him, which was nuts because I didn’t give a shit what other people thought about me. Especially not a fancy pants like him.

He spun me around, and I realized he’d pulled up his pants, too.

He’d tied off the used condom and shoved it in his pocket, and as curious as I was to why he didn’t just dump it, I didn’t ask.

His business and all that shit. I didn’t care what other people did.

He smoothed his thumb over the new cut in my forehead, which still bled profusely, and I flinched.

“You enjoy pain,” he murmured.

I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or himself, so I didn’t answer. I let him touch me, stroking down my cheek and mopping up some of the blood with the cuff of his shiny shirt. He’d stain the blue material, but he was probably rich enough to buy another. It wouldn’t be a strain on his wallet.

I shrugged away from his fingers, and he cocked his head, mouth curving into a smile.

“Are you playing hard to get, Moosey Bear? I thought we shared something special.”

I snorted. “Fucking?”

“No, you took me to one of those fights. Do you go often?” He raised his auburn eyebrows, and I sighed. Maybe taking him there was a mistake.

“Listen, dude, I don’t know what you want from me, but I’m not the snuggle type, got it?

I fuck and leave.” I squared my shoulders, hoping to put some fear into him, but he only grinned wider.

Asshole. I shoved his chest with my open palm, and he barely flinched.

He took a step away, then came right back, standing in front of me as though it never happened.

“Are you fucked in the head or somethin’?

You want to get your teeth knocked out?”

Though, he could fight, couldn’t he? He’d proven that tonight. Milo was much bigger than him and Zayn had brought him down. He could probably do the same to me, too, if I wasn’t careful. Was that why he didn’t care about letting me drive his car?

I shook my head and winced at the sudden ache that began. Between the pulsing of my left eye and split in my forehead, I was going to have a rough night—and even rougher day tomorrow. I had a full day of work, and if I didn’t show up, they’d fire my ass. I needed the money.

“I like you. You intrigue me.” He cupped my cheek as though I hadn’t threatened him and brushed his thumb over my jaw. “You make my dick hard and I want to do this again.”

“What if I don’t wanna?” I raised my chin.

He laughed then, flashing me his pearly whites.

I hated how handsome I found him. I’d never been attracted to redheads, but the tint of his hair was nice.

Not too bright but unique. Better than my bird’s nest. I raised a hand to rub it over my dark hair that I kept short.

Not a buzz cut because I hated that shit and it felt weird under the cowboy hat I wore around the park, but short enough it couldn’t get yanked during a fight.

“You want to,” Zayn said, drawing me back to focus on him and the way his gaze ate me up. “So, what’s the issue?”

I opened my mouth, then closed it. Finally, I sighed. “Listen, dude, this was fun, but I got a life. I got work and a family.”

He cocked his head. “Wife?”

I made a disgusted sound. “Fuck no. I’m no cheater. I live with my mom and little sister.” I hated that I’d told him this much. It was none of his damned business, but here I was blabbing.

He placed a hand on my chest and smoothed it over my pec.

I froze, then relaxed.

“Where do you live?”

I blinked. Hell no. I wasn’t that stupid, no matter what my ex-shithead, Roger the Dodger, said. He’d hated that I had a trailer in Lakeview, said it made me look poor.

Newsflash, motherfucker: I am poor.

I shook my head. “Nah, man. We’re not there yet.”

“How are you going to get home then? I can take you back to your car at the bar.” The knowing in his voice irked me, and I shoved my hands in the pockets of my pants.

“Nah, I got an Uber to the bar, so you’re gonna give me some cash for the Uber I take home.”

He crossed his arms, surprise flashing over his handsome face. He stared, and finally, he laughed again, clearly impressed as he pulled out his wallet. Dragging out a couple of Ben Franklins, he eyed me. “I’ll give you the money if you put your number in my phone. We can meet again tomorrow night.”

I shrugged and winced as another throb spread across my face, but I wasn’t sure if it was from my eye or the new cut. “Yeah, I’ll give you my digits, but not promisin’ about tomorrow night. I work all day tomorrow. Some of us have physical jobs, Fancy Pants.”

And I didn’t know what Mom’s shifts were. For all I knew, I was on babysitting duty again. Although, if I was desperate, I could ask our elderly neighbor, Mrs. Carmine, to watch Ginny. But first, Zayn had to prove he was worth it.

He passed me the bills and pulled out his phone from his pocket, so I tapped in my number under the name Moose.

As soon as he took the phone back, he was messing with it, and a moment later, he flashed me the screen.

My name had changed from “Moose” to “Moosey Bear,” complete with an emoji of a moose and bear next to it.

I rolled my eyes. “You’re so funny, Fancy Pants.”

He chuckled again and typed, and a moment later my phone buzzed. “There, now you have my number. My contact should be under the name the Best Sex I’ve Ever Had.”

He was sure of himself, I gave him that. Flipping him the finger, I turned and walked up the way we’d come. He was right behind me, and I felt his eyes on my ass, staring so intently I was surprised my jeans didn’t catch fire.

When we reached his car, I shoved his shoulder and pointed at it. “Get in and get lost.”

“I could wait for the Uber with you.” Under the streetlights, he had a glow. Or maybe it was because he’d just gotten laid.

I rolled my eyes. “I’m not a kid. Fucking go before I delete your message from my phone and block you.”

His laughter was as bright as him, and when he leaned forward to give me a kiss, I turned my head so he met my cheek.

It was nice and his lips were warm, and I hated how my shoulders relaxed and my muscles melted.

He gave me a wide smile as he opened his car door and pulled out a box of wet wipes from somewhere behind the driver’s seat. He passed them to me.

“Clean yourself up. I don’t think an Uber driver will let you in the back looking that way.”

With a wink, he got in his car, honked his horn, and drove away.

I watched him until he was gone before I sighed and got to work wiping down my face. When I was done, I yanked out my phone to set up an Uber, the bills still clutched in my hand. That’s when I saw his message.

Unknown

I can’t wait to get inside you again, Moosey Bear. Your hole was perfect for my cock.

I trembled. This was fucked, so why was I hard again?

I added his contact into my phone, grinning down at the name. That’d teach him.

Small Dicked Fancy Pants