Page 51 of Arran's Obsession
The end of the mandatory week of being tied to Genevieve was nearing, and tomorrow night, Friday, we’d return together to the city.
I had a task before we left. I needed to present myself to the woman I should’ve visited as soon as we’d gotten here.
The woman I’d vowed myself to and broken faith with.
It was for her that I’d promised never to touch anyone else. It was because of her that vow had been easy to keep.
I’d beg her forgiveness, but I wouldn’t get it.
Running calmly beside me, Genevieve was ignorant of how she’d shattered my personal rules.
Every night, when I touched her, it fucking hurt. I was mindless for wanting her. Urgency dominating more and more.Back at the warehouse, it would be easier, and there would be distractions. Right now, I was going out of my mind with need, not just to fuck her, but to own her.
To brand her, to make her scream my name.
Her footsteps on the gravel track slowed, woodland surrounding us. “Arran? I need to ask you something.”
“What?” I snapped.
My temper was ever frayed for her.
“Actually, it’s less of a question and more of an offer.”
“Spit it out.”
We both stopped, about a quarter of the journey left to run back to the mansion. I waited, not all that patiently.
“Those phone calls we made the other night, making good the problems caused by me being in the game. I explained myself to the man in the first call then apologised to Natasha in the second one.”
Planting my hands on my hips, I dug my fingers into my flesh. “Still not hearing a point.”
I was trying to bait her, but her expression remained serious.
She considered me. “I never apologised to you. At first because I didn’t accept the fault. I do, now. I can see the problems I caused. I don’t like feeling this way. Which brings me to the offer.”
For no clear reason, I held my breath.
“Free use,” she uttered.
A storm of need built inside me. “Be more specific.”
“You told me you were a virgin. I didn’t believe you, because what man in your position with that damn face and a working dick wouldn’t be screwing around?”
“I wasn’t lying,” I said. “I made a promise a long time ago.”
“I know. I realised it must be something like that. I also realise that when you’re inside me, you want more. You’re fulfilling the rules of your game but holding back from anythingfurther, probably because it complicates things between us. So I offer you my body. Free use to do whatever you want to me. You don’t have to ask, or explain, and I won’t say a word during. I’m yours to do with as you choose. It means nothing more than one time.”
Pink-cheeked, she brushed her hands over her breasts, cupping them then going lower to her belly, a finger twisting in her waistband.
Desire held me in its grip. Genevieve suffered the same. It poured off her. The bond between us heightened every sense. I needed to touch her, taste her, to have her under me. To enter and to own.
I prowled a step closer. “What makes you think I want you?”
Her lower lip trembled, but she raised her chin in defiance. “I made you break your promise. I’m offering you the chance to break me in return. Whether you want me or not, it evens us out.”
The last thread of control broke in my brain. I had the chance to dominate her without consequence.
There was no choice but to take the offer.