Page 95 of Total Obsession

I shook my head.

"Fine. I'll tell you," he said, picking up his speed and pressing his thumb hard into my clit. That was all my body needed to crest, and heat crashed through me in my first orgasm of the night. "It's becauseyouand this pussyare mine."

"No," I said, shaking my head as my body shook from the intensity of the orgasm.

"No problem," he said. "I've got all night to prove it to you."

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AXE

“You want me to stop?” I asked her, loosening my grip on her wrists where I had her pinned down.

Zoey was beautiful and even though she was filled with rage at me, I could tell she was enjoying herself. I trailed my fingers down from her wrists and then over her breasts, squeezing what I could to the point where she was gasping in a mix of plain and pleasure before making my way down her trim waist and over the swell of her hips.

“Do you want me to stop?” I repeated the question and in that moment, I realized something.

My entire career I had always imagined myself as the scientist, toying with the mouse in that bucket of water. I would put people in, letting their grief and despair heighten, just before pulling them out, all for my own sadistic pleasure in thinking that I was doing the world some service by getting rid of evil people, just like I had gotten rid of my father.

That was the code by which I lived.

But, as I rocked my hips into Zoey, repeatedly asked her if she wanted me to stop, and painted her clit with my cock before pushing inside of her again, I realized that she was the one person who had turned the tables on me.

I was no longer the scientist.

I was the fucking mouse.

I was the one that was holding onto hope.

The hope that she wouldn’t deny me.

The hope that she still wanted me.

The hope that she loved me.

“Tell me to stop,” I said to her as I pressed my forehead against hers, one hand wrapped around her throat, the other working her clit.

“No,” she finally responded. “Don’t stop.”

“Why not?” I asked her, wanting more, needing more from her.

“Because,” she said, her breathing uneven as I fucked her.

“Tell me why, Zoey,” I said, continuing to pound into her. “Because, why?”

“Not yet,” she whispered. “I can’t tell you yet.”

Her mouth was open and I turned her neck with my fingers easily. I placed a kiss to her open lips just as she came undone beneath me.

Her eyes closed as I felt the pleasure move through her, wrapping itself around my cock, making it hard for me to hold on, but I did.

I continued to tread water.

Because, I still had hope.

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ZOEY