Page 94 of Total Obsession

I shimmied my chest from side to side, letting my tits bounce a bit. I watched his eyes follow their movement as his nostrils flared.

"What's the matter?" I cooed. "Upset that you can't control me anymore?"

"I never wanted to control you, Zoey," he seethed, his eyes still not leaving my exposed chest.

"Bullshit," I spat at him.

"I'm not going to argue." He took a step towards me and I backed up. My legs hit the back of a chair, sending me tumbling into it.

His arms came out on either side of me, caging me as he leaned in. "And I'm not going to let you expose what's mine to the entire world."

"None of me is yours, Axe," I said to him.

"Oh, yeah? Prove it." His voice was dark and full of promise. I hated that everything about him right now was turning me on. I hated that I couldn't control myself around him. I especially hated that more than anything else, I wanted to fuck him.

I should hate him.

No, Ididhate him.

Yet, I still wanted him deep inside of me.

"Prove what?" I said, trying to act disinterested. I looked away from him, but his hand cupped the base of my chin, squeezing my cheeks. He turned me so that I couldn't help but stare into his intense green eyes.

"Prove to me that you're not mine, Zoey. Tell me to stop," he said before he pressed his lips against mine.

Heat flooded into my core, and I moaned into the kiss. He still had a tight grip on me, leaving me once again, completely at his mercy.

He pulled back before I was ready for the kiss to be over. "Go on, Zoey," he taunted me. "Tell me to stop."

"I hate you," I said to him through a clenched jaw.

"Hate me all you want," he said. "But, you're still not telling me to stop."

His hand released my face and wrapped around the back of my neck, pulling me into him. He kissed me hard, and I bit his lower lip in response until he gasped and pulled back. A bit of blood trickled down his chin, and I smirked at him. "Don't kiss me," I said to him. More than wanting him to kiss me, I wanted to deny him the control he so obviously thought he had over me.

"Oh?" he said menacingly. "So, you want to play rough, is that it?"

"You couldn't be rough with me even if you wanted to," I taunted, pulling my top and bra off my body. "You're entirely too injured. I bet you couldn't even get me wet if you tried." I stood and pushed my skirt down. "I guess I'll just have to take care of myself tonight," I said.

I was about to pull my stockings down when Axe grabbed the back of my neck and twisted me around so that my back was against the door. I gasped at his roughness, air leaving my lungs, which he inhaled.

His fingers grabbed the front of my tights and pulled roughly, ripping a hole through them. With a swift tug against my thong, the fabric split. His fingers cupped my now exposed pussy and his lips were suddenly against my ear.

"Can't get you wet, hm?" His voice was so deep and so close to me that I could feel it all the way to my toes. "Seems like you're already fucking drenched, and I haven't even gotten started."

"Fuck you, Axe Michelson," I said as his fingers began to move against my folds.

"That's the idea, Zoey Campbell," he said, dipping one finger into me, then a second.

I bit back a moan as he worked me, his lips moving to my neck, biting and sucking the skin there. He held me against the wall with his free hand against my collarbone and the more aroused I became, the higher he moved his fingers until my vision was dotted with stars.

"That's it," he said as his fingers moved in and out of me at a punishing pace. I could hear just how wet Axe had made me and could feel the moisture dripping down my thighs.

"You are going to come for me," he said in an authoritative tone. "Not just once, but over and over again. As many times as it takes.

"I want to see your body spent, all at my hand. I want you begging for my cock, which I may or may not give to you. Only when you don't think you can take it anymore, when you're so utterly and thoroughly fucked will I let this pussy rest.

"Why is that, Zoey? Hm?" he asked, still working me. I could feel the first of his promised climaxes starting to build within me. "Tell me why," he demanded.