Page 9 of My Ruthless Obsession

Her eyes shimmer with a hint of defiance, but it’s overpowered by extreme lust that mirrors my own.

“Say you understand, Lyla.” I need to hear her words.

Her sultry tone is hypnotic when she replies, “Only when you allow it.”

“Such a good girl, Princess.”

She gives me a seductive smile that makes my dick jump beneath my tailored slacks. I don’t waste time getting undressed—not when I know she’s already dripping wet from touching herself in the shower, moaningmyfucking name. I should punish her for that, but all I want to do right now is to fuck her into the mattress.

I drag Lyla to the side of the bed before unfastening my pants and pulling out my throbbing cock. The head is swollen and red as precum drips from the tip. Her gaze locks on to it while she licks her lips. I push her thighs back, wrapping her hands around them, just behind her knees.

“Keep them right there and don’t move.”

Her breaths become quick and shallow, her pretty pink pussy spread wide and glistening. I tap my cock against her center, enjoying the sound it makes while I coat myself in her arousal, then slide my length back and forth between her puffy, bare lips. I watch her every move, studying how her body trembles, how her pulse beats wildly at her neck, and her tight nipples become hard enough to cut glass.

I can’t wait anymore. I’m taking what I want.

I thrust into her wet heat, filling her tight cunt with my big cock. Her slick walls strangle me like a vise, the sensation electrifying and sending shockwaves through my body. She cries out, and for a moment, I falter when my mind whispers at me to stop and be gentle. But desperation takes over, giving her no time to adjust before I fuck her mercilessly, driving my dick deep inside her.

“God, Marco!” Her shout is a mix of ecstasy and pain, fueling my need to see her fall apart when I make her come.

I grit my teeth while my hands grip the back of her thighs, pushing myself farther into her as her muscles tense and she clenches around me. Every time I slam my rock-hard cock into her, it fills me with an intoxicating sense of possession.

“Tell me you’re mine.” My gaze locks on to hers with the raw intensity of our connection.

“I… I’m yours,” she pants with a trembling voice, her nails digging into her flesh as she holds her legs. Her words send me over the edge, and I lose myself in the carnal claiming of her body, each thrust driving us closer to a mutual release.

A wave of satisfaction washes over me as her passionate cries echo around us. “I’m so close,” she confesses and I quicken my pace, brutally pounding into her.

“I can’t stop. Your pussy feels too fucking good.” I glance down at our connection, feeling a sense of pride when I see her cream coating my flesh. “Look how well you take my dick, Princess. My fat cock stretching your tight little cunt.”

“Oh, God,” she breathes, tears spilling down her face while she writhes beneath me.

“Come for me, Lyla. Do it now,” I growl, and she closes her eyes, surrendering herself to the pleasure surging through her.

Her thighs shake and her back arches off the bed when her climax reaches the surface and takes her over the edge. She screams my name, and I can’t hold back any longer, driving into her hard and deep as I spill my cum inside her.

My heart pounds and sweat trickles down my spine as I take a few moments to catch my breath. She lies still against the mattress as I ease out of her, floating down from my enraptured high. The feeling, however, turns to dread when I see the bruises I left on her legs and how red and swollen her pussy is. Remorse settles in my chest, and I feel like the monster I’m known to be.

Unsettled by the emotions threatening to consume me, I hastily stand, tucking my cock away and avoiding her gaze.

“Marco?” she murmurs, turning onto her side and curling into a tight ball. I’m a bastard. I was too rough with her, proving myself right for having stayed away from her all this time.

I don’t trust myself to speak, so I remain quiet, taking one last look at the damage I’ve caused this beautiful girl before dashing from the room like a fucking coward.

I never should’ve brought her here, but I don’t think I can let her go either.

6

LYLA

Moonlight bathes the room in an eerie glow, casting shadows that dance across the walls. I lie in bed, restless, as thoughts of Marco consume me. My chest aches with a mix of longing and self-doubt that refuses to be silenced. He’s dangerous, a man who has ruthlessly taken lives, and yet my body craves his touch, my mind craving for his approval.

I replay our last encounter in my head. The way his hands felt on my skin, his heated body pressed against mine. In those moments, I’d been lost to him, surrendering myself and forgetting any objections. He’d given me what I needed—what we both needed—until he left without warning, just like he did this morning. He walked away again, and I’ve never felt anything as painful as his rejection.

My vision blurs and my eyes well up. A second night where I cry myself to sleep. The taste of salty tears lingers on my lips as I bite back a fresh wave of emotion. A part of me hates him for making me feel this way, but a stronger part is determined to understand why.

Maybe he took me because he planned to use me for sex, but now that he’s had me, he regrets that decision as I’m not as good as other women he’s been with. The twisted part is that I’m upset because he doesn’t want me, when I should be furious that he broke into my apartment and kidnapped me. I clearly need help because I’ve finally gone insane.

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