Page 57 of Arran's Obsession

Above even that, I hated myself for all I couldn’t stop doing.

Sitting up, I scanned the room. On a dressing table was my knife in its holster. Soundlessly, I crossed the floor to claim it, then returned to my position at the cradle of her body. I spaton my hand and used it to wipe down the handle, though it was clean. I’d used Shade’s at our last job.

It wasn’t as thick as my dick, but before using it, I had another idea. Keeping it holstered, I tapped the flat back against my hand. At the club, we had whole rooms dedicated to spanking ass, but I was all about the pussy tonight.

Taking a breath, I tapped her clit with the wide, flat leather.

Genevieve moaned, an arm rising and dropping heavily to the bed. Her toes curled into the sheet. Holy fuck, that was hot. It had made her wetter still, her core gleaming. I drove two fingers inside her, keeping still for a long moment before I hit her pussy again. She squeezed my hand tight with her inner walls, and I groaned silently. My dick throbbed for wanting her, the need to add my cum to the mess of her slick arousal growing.

I took the knife from the holder. Held it by the blade. Then I speared her open with my fingers and pressed the handle inside her. She spasmed again, her lips parting and her breathing coming harder.

Fucking hell. My knife bobbed with her clench, the blade flashing in the slice of light.

I’d never seen anything hotter.

The most difficult part of my game with her was holding off after any reaction. She needed to stay asleep. I needed to see the impact of my playing. It was a fine line, but I could be a patient man.

For several minutes, I just held the knife in her pussy, my two fingers alongside it, wet all over my hand and coating her thighs. With the fingers that weren’t inside her, I felt down to her rear hole, and then pushed the tip of one finger inside. Her ass tightened around me, her pussy pulsing in response.

God, what it would be to fuck her ass. I ducked to lick her, then lightly bit her clit, holding it between my teeth and careful to avoid slicing myself. She was swollen and ripe fromeverything I was doing. If I let her finish, that would be one knockout orgasm for her. She was primed for it, so ready to take me in deep, choke my dick with her tight pussy.

But I had no intention of letting her get there. Awake or asleep.

Moving my hand slowly, I trailed my tongue around her clit. Sucked. When she moaned or pulsed, I stopped. When her breathing calmed, I started again. Endlessly, I kept it up, getting her so close then breaking off, denying her every time.

My heart beat faster at her frustrated whine, my breathing coming in a rough pull. I was dying for her, but also not wanting this to end.

I wanted her dreaming about me, even if I knew she wouldn’t. Genevieve wanted nothing more than to reach her goal with me, whatever it was, and then to leave. She didn’t want the bond between us. Didn’t want me, except to keep me sweet.

If I featured in her dream, I hoped it would be a nightmare.

One where she was fucked with a knife, perhaps.

Genevieve moaned again, pressing her shoulders down into the mattress. Then she uttered a single, breathless word. “Arran.”

I stared at her. Her eyes were still closed and her beautiful lips parted. Not awake. No return to consciousness.

How the fuck was my name on her lips? Rising, I withdrew my hand from her and the weapon with it, discarding the impromptu sex toy to the other side of the bed. On automatic pilot, goddamn hypnotised, I opened my jeans then stripped them and my shirt, kneeling back in place between her spread legs and her cunt raised on the cushion.

One word, and my entire reason had been lost. She wanted me. Holy fuck, she could have me.

I notched my dick to her entrance and slowly eased inside, one inch at a time, a devotee to the woman and her incredible body.

Inside her, I stilled, holding off on fucking the hell out of her. Somehow, over the course of several days of doing this, it had become a place of happiness. Safety. Huge frustration. That last part was over, at least in this moment.

There was something I hadn’t done, though. Angling over her, I pressed my hands either side of her head, supporting my body above hers, my dick buried deep.

Then I pressed my mouth to hers.

Her soft lips yielded to mine.

My heart skipped a beat, and my stomach twisted. Kissing was so far off the table, I had no fucking clue what I was doing. I hadn’t intended this, but I needed to know the shape and the feel. For there to be no act missed.

I opened her lips with mine, tracing them with my tongue. I was unpractised at this but I knew how well we fit together. She was perfect in every physical way. Her personality, too. There was nothing I didn’t like except for her lies.

Suddenly, Genevieve’s lips moved, and she returned my kiss. I broke away. But it was too late, her eyes were open and focusing on me. I jerked my hips to fuck into her, and she moaned, a hand coming up to touch my face.

The moment was broken. I couldn’t give her what she wanted or succumb to the urge to make her scream my name rather than just whisper it.