Page 54 of His Obsession
“Perfect. Repeat, full force.”
His hands went around my neck, strangling me again. I repeated the move, trying not to let the panic set it in, and ripped his hands off like a secure Band-Aid. I swear to all that is holy; it felt like the skin was missing from my neck.
“Don’t show your weakness,” he said as I went to reach for my throat.
“Right.”
The motions we ran through broke me down and mentally exhausted me. I applied myself more in this lesson than I had in any of my others. I needed to write it into memory, never forget it.
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Massaging water beat down on my body, washing away the ache, and attempting to tear away my skin. Everything was coming to a crescendo, and the outcome petrified me. Would we all make it out of this alive and happy, or would it break us apart for eternity—his life destroyed or mine?
If he didn’t come out of this unscathed, would I handle it, process it, and survive it? The way I was feeling about him now, I had my doubts.
I stepped out, forgoing the towel, and stood before my new bathroom mirror, fogged-up and hiding my secrets. Beads of water crept down my body like tiny spiders, tickling the fine hairs.
My bathroom door opened, and Alek stood, taking in all he could. Our eyes locked on each other, speaking everything for us. The hunger and worry in his eyes matched the ferocity and determination in mine.
Our bodies and lips collided in a whirlwind of fervency that I didn’t want tamed. Not that we wanted to. Our savage need for each other caused micro explosions to erupt—it was too much for either of us to hold back.
In one swift motion, my wet, bare ass landed on the bathroom counter, and he positioned himself at my entrance, ready to take me to a new world of oblivion.
“Never leave me, my beautiful vixen.” His words but a whisper before he rammed into me, leaving me in a suspended state of rapture. He knew, didn’t he? Would this be the last time we shared our passion?
His teeth marked my skin, leaving striking trails of crimson and blue down my chest to my breast, where he marred them to match. Our bodies melded together as one, coming to rest in a heaving, sweaty mess of cum and juices. I kept my arms wrapped around his neck, holding him to me, not wanting to let this moment of explosive energy fizzle out.
My lips pressed hard to his, throwing more fuel on the fire that I prayed would never be extinguished, no matter what we did or said to each other.
The Drowning Anchor—it was where we went for our dinner date. Lucy and her mystery man were… you guessed it, late. Thirty minutes late, to be exact. I could tell it frustrated Alek when he kept looking at his phone, shooting off texts, and looking at the door. Alek ordered a bottle of wine and scotch as we chewed on calamari and stuffed mushrooms. I killed time and tried distracting him with small talk and incessant questions.
“Would you rather sleep in late or get up early?” My game ofWould You Ratherkept him occupied.
“Early bird gets the worm.” His curt responses were becoming obnoxious.
“Live in the country or in the city?”
His look of this-is-an-obvious-question took over his face. I moved on.
“Horror movie or chick flick?”
“My life is a horror film, but I’d still watch those over a chick flick.”
“I didn’t realize you had cheerleaders running down your street being chased by a masked man with a knife.” The sarcasm dripped from my lips.
“I am the masked man with the knife.” His reply confused me. Does that mean he saw himself as the villain? I thought he was the hero.
“Does that make me the cheerleader?” I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms.
“Never.” He looked at the door again. Irritation stiffening his body.
“A cruise or tent camping?” I continued.
“Tent.”
“Can youpleasesay something other than one-word sentences?” Now it was my turn to be peeved. I gritted my teeth and waited for him to stop looking around the restaurant.
“Tent camping.”