Page 37 of Dangerous Obsession

“Leo…”

“Just let me make you feel good one more time.” I rub hard, massaging in a circle the silky fabric of her underwear until there is a thick layer of moisture soaking through. “Stand up, take them off,” I order her, and she sighs hard and glares at me, but she obeys. Her jeans slide off her hips, and she pushes them down and steps out of them. “The panties too,” I say, flicking my finger. I’m seeing double now, but I smell her sweet arousal and want to taste her. I pull my dick out of my jeans and stroke myself. I’m rock hard. I just need to be in her one more time. I blink slowly and look up at her.

Willow shakes her head resolutely. “No, Leo. I don’t feel well.”

“Fucking listen to me, woman,” I bark, and grab her hips, forcing her forward. I lean in, and lick her panties, tasting her juices. She shudders and rests her hands on my head as I push the panties to the side and lick her slit.

“God… Leo,” she moans, but I want so much more. She is going to pay for this, because I’m going to sober up, and then I’m going to find her.

“If I remind you how good I make you feel, maybe you’ll stay.” I reach for a beer bottle and hear her sighing softly. She says she doesn’t feel well but she wants me. No pussy makes this much moisture if it’s not aroused. I slide the bottle between her legs and grind it on her lips. “Spread your legs.”

“Leo, please…” she whimpers, and it’s not a whimper of desire either. She wants out of here so bad, and I’m not letting her leave until she knows she’s mine.

The bottle slides into her pussy easily, and she hisses and claws at my head. “Oh fuck, Leo.” Her moaning is hot, so hot my dick throbs like I’m going to blow my load all over my pants, but my head is swimming so badly now I know I’m going to lose the fight for consciousness. I try to thrust the bottle into her, but my eyes are heavy and I drop it. It slides out of her and hits the floor and rolls away.

“Fuck,” I mumble, leaning back against the couch. Willow takes a step back and I look up at her face. “You were mine.”

“Leo, I…” She looks remorseful now, like she feels bad about drugging me. Her head shakes and she walks back over to me. “Okay. I’ll do it. One last time,” she says, straddling me. I feel her slick cunt slide over my shaft. The heat is incredible, the moisture better yet. “I’m so sorry, Leo. I just need to get to my father,” she whimpers, sliding across me. Her pussy grinds on me beautifully. I rest my hand on her hips and close my eyes to enjoy it. I want to be in her, but now my body is so heavy I can’t even speak. Each muscle in my arms and chest feels like tiny lead weights are attached and sinking me into the cushions.

“I love you, Leo, but I can’t be with you. It’s not safe.” Willow kisses me and grinds her pussy along my length. I want to react, to touch her, feel her soft tits in my hand one more time. I want to penetrate her, feel my dick pulsing as it dumps into her, but sleep is imminent.

I can’t move now. Can’t talk. Can hardly breathe. I feel each heartbeat as it comes slower and slower. It swirls in my head, and thrums through my dick, and then she stands, taking her pussy away from me. I can’t even open my eyes now. I’m a prisoner inside my own body. I smell her sex, as if it were the first time I parted those lips and sank into her—tasted her. I want to taste her, but all I taste is the remnant of a cold beer on my tongue.

“I do love you, Leo.”

I hear rustling, probably her putting her pants on. Then I hear footsteps, her walking around. Then her footsteps change; she’s put her shoes on. I’m fighting to stay conscious, but I hear the door unlock. Then she whispers, “Goodbye.” And the door opens.

I want to scream, to run after her. To force her to stay here where it’s safe. I can’t protect her out there. She can’t leave this place. I need her. She doesn’t know how dangerous it is. “I love you, Willow!” I scream over and over in my head. I scream with every bit of strength I have left, but they are silent screams, because I can’t move my tongue to utter her name. “Come back…”

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WILLOW

“Ilove you, Leo, but I can’t be with you. It’s not safe…” I lean down and kiss him one more time, savoring the taste of his lips. They’re soft, pliable—not like when he kisses me. The sleeping pills I put into his first beer have incapacitated him completely. My pussy slides over his shaft, making my body want him. I shouldn’t have climbed on him because now I’m worked up and I actually don’t want to leave him. This just reminded me that I’m so weak in his presence. He owns my heart.

I stand and sigh, staring down at his limp form draped across the couch. He left his key on the end table. I snatch that before putting my shoes on and then I stop and look down at him one more time. His dick is soft now, flopped out over his pants. I feel guilty, like I’m the one doing something wrong in this situation. But this is what he deserves, isn’t it? He trapped me here with him for weeks. The thought makes my stomach flutter, which only reminds me that I’m carrying his fucking baby.

“I do love you, Leo.”

I can’t raise a baby in this family. I need my father.

This time, when the key clicks in the lock and the door is open, I don’t look back. I leave the key there and shut the door behind me, heading out across the lawn. It’s chilly and raining, and I wish I’d have looked for an umbrella or raincoat, but I’m not going back into that home again. If I do, I may never leave. I may look at his dimpled, stubbly face and forget myself, and I know that love is blind, but I can’t afford to be.

I tug the sweater around my body more tightly and turn my face down. My sneakers slap on the pavement with each hasty step. He’ll be out for a while, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other dangers. The Italians are hunting me—I know that much—and the boarded-up windows and doors on the homes I pass tell me there are a lot of abandoned homes. That means vagrants and squatters, who are known for their drug use. It’s just not a good neighborhood.

At each intersection, I read the street signs, hoping to get somewhat of an idea as to where I am, but nothing clicks. No one else is stupid enough to be walking in the rain, but plenty of people drive past and have no problem splashing water on me. It’s only about ten minutes before I’m soaked to the bone and shivering. I pass a few women huddled beneath the awning of a store. They look like prostitutes, which tells me the neighborhood isn’t any less sketchy several blocks away from the safe house than it was at ground zero. One of them flicks her cigarette and jerks her chin upward at me.

I almost ignore her entirely, but I realize that even though I don’t normally talk to people like her, she could actually help me. I smile and shiver through my teeth, then clear my throat.

“Do one of you know where the closest police precinct is?” I’m so cold my teeth chatter as I speak, and the leggy bottle-blonde smacks her gum as she grins at me.

“We don’t really visit there too often.” Her wink sends shivers down my spine and I hug my arms over my stomach tighter.

“I just need to find it, please.” I’m on the verge of breaking down crying. I just want to get somewhere safe, somewhere I can tell them who I really am and see my father again.

“Look, honey, you don’t want to go down there. They’re nothing but scum. What you need a cop for anyway?” The brunette in jeans puts a firm hand on her hip and shakes her head. “They ain’t do nothing but manipulate and push people around.”

“I’m sorry, ladies.” I tuck my chin and turn to walk away. They must have had some bad run-in with a cop in the past to be so biased against them.

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