Page 17 of Obsessive Cravings

“Nah, I just wanted to get out.”

She gave me a questioning look. “Everything okay?”

How did I tell her I was missing my brother? That I was homesick, being stalked, and considering inviting my stalker into my life to take my mind from an unhealthy obsession with Greyson Tides? I couldn’t, so I nodded and took a drink. “I just wanted to say hi and see what nightlife here was like.”

“You don’t strike me as a nightlife girl. You’re more of a homebody,” she teased. “Do you ever do anything impulsive?”

“I came here,” I groused.

She nudged me with her elbow and continued chatting. But her words played in my head. I’d never been the impulsive type, although Mason would have argued my taste in men was impulsive. And maybe that was why, by the time I left the bar, I had decided to tempt fate with my stranger, to take a chance and see what happened.

Once I prepared for bed, I laid the scarves out on my table with a note that my trembling hands placed in the center.

Tie me up, touch me, taste me, but nothing more.

My safe word is ‘yet’.

Sleep eluded me for a few hours, but I finally drifted off. When I woke without the touch of my stranger, the disappointment was unhealthy, but it dissipated when I found the answer to my invitation waiting beside a fresh cup of coffee and a chocolate chip muffin. One small word that sent my heart racing.

Tonight.

Chapter Eleven

GREYSON

Riley had made an unexpected move in my game. With each passing day, I was finding Riley to be anything but predictable, like I’d first thought. She hadn’t reported the incident, hadn’t even called the building manager to have her locks changed. No, she’d let me continue playing.

She’d left town on Sunday, the act leaving me baffled. The flowers I’d left for her had given her a mixed reaction, and I could see her battling with her need to like them and hate them. I’d watched as she pulled out a phone and sat it on her table, staring blankly at it. It wasn’t the one she used daily, which had me curious. But then she left, running to her car and driving off. I couldn’t follow, but I had a tracker on her phone, so I’d waited all morning, my nerves fraught that she was so far from me. I could see that she’d stopped in Creekwood, but not where or why. It had killed me knowing she wasn’t close.

But then she’d returned, as if she hadn’t been gone all day. I’d left her another gift, her reaction still not what I’d expected. I’d almost lost it when she left her apartment, walking the dark streets by herself, but when she’d gone into the bar, I was livid. Stuck outside, waiting in the shadows for her, visions of other men hitting on her had consumed me. My rage and envy had grown with every passing minute. Den had buzzed my phone multiple times, scolding me for leaving my men on edge the entire time. They had strict orders to keep their distance when I was watching Riley, and even stricter orders to keep their mouths shut about it.

The experience had left me so out of control, so aching to rush in there after her, that I’d considered stopping my game. This wasn’t necessary; I had her where I wanted her. She would easily spread her legs for me, but patience was what set me apart from everyone else and something that had earned me my reputation. I didn’t rush in. I took my time, making my enemies squirm, watching their nerves grow. Waiting days, months, sometimes even years before enacting my revenge. But when I struck, I struck hard.

I wouldn’t rush this, and I would play with Riley, continue stalking her, coming into her life faceless and unknown until I broke her, and I would continue taunting her in everyday life, until she was so desperate for me that she was begging. I’d have her both ways, vulnerable and nervous, obedient and wanting.

But the invitation she’d left me last night had almost knocked me over. I knew she had a side to her that was more than she showed; she was Mason’s sister. But I was beginning to see that it was a side that made her even more tempting to me.

Tie me up, touch me, taste me.

The words resounded through my head as I watched her get ready for bed. I was finding it hard to be patient with how sexy and inviting she looked. Her tank top reached just to where her tiny panties sat. She had her legs crossed and in her hand she held the black silk blindfold I’d left her to find when she returned home from work. The note that accompanied it was still on her kitchen table—I’ll follow your bidding, but you obey my one rule. Wear this and don’t remove it.

The scarves were on her bedside table, loose and ready for what I had in mind and from her placement of them, exactly what she had in mind. My desire flared thinking of it, the anticipation of seeing her place the blindfold, killing me. The tightness in my fists was extreme when she brought it to her eyes and tied it. Her movements had me mesmerized and so enraptured that my cock nearly jumped through my pants.

I remained hidden in the apartment next door until she laid down and the signs of sleep finally revealed themselves. Patiently, I waited longer, hearing Ava come down the hall at two, then giving it another good thirty minutes before I made my way to Riley’s. Slipping my key in her door, I tried to calm the rapid beating of my heart. I stood in the dim lighting, listening to her soft breathing, before I stepped closer to her. She’d kicked the blankets off, her shirt riding up her stomach, her bare skin calling to me. I reached for the scarves, then delicately touched her, waiting to see if she’d wake. When she didn’t, I guided her wrist up, tying a scarf around it and weaving it through the slats in the headboard before doing the same with her other wrist.

Shit, I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I needed to touch her, and it was the ideal time to torment her. Torment seemed an odd word for the pleasure I was about to give her. I lowered her panties, hissing as I dragged them over her ankles and she moaned, her legs spreading beautifully for me. My heart was pounding frantically with anticipation. I was almost salivating, my need to taste her was so great. There was something dangerously naughty about this, something almost wrong until I reminded myself that she’d given me permission. She had dictated the rules, and I planned to follow them, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t enjoy every minute.

When she still hadn’t woken, I secured her ankles, then slid between her legs, pushing her thighs further apart and hearing her breathing change. The light was too low to see any details, but her fragrance was intoxicating. I sank my tongue into her, her moan loud as I stifled mine. Slipping my finger into her, I tongued her clit, trying my best to ignore the urge to just take her. It was strong, but I wouldn’t cross the line she’d drawn. This was about pleasuring her. I’d fuck her when she was willing, and I was sure from our interaction in the elevator and the way she’d breathed my name in her sleep that it wouldn’t be long before I had my cock buried in her.

She twitched, and I heard her gasp as she woke, freezing momentarily as if she’d forgotten our arrangement.

“Shhh, baby girl,” I mumbled against her skin to muffle my voice. “Just say the word and I’ll stop.”

I flicked my tongue over her clit.

“What’s the word?” she asked in a raspy voice that made my balls ache.

“Yet. Now be a good girl and come for me.”