Page 100 of His Coveted Obsession

“Thanks. I’m just a little messed up in the head about all this. I just need some time.”

Sid stood, finished his coffee, and put the mug in the dishwasher. “Well, we’ll keep Easton preoccupied until you’re ready to talk to him. And, of course, you can always talk to Dalton or Luca, who are empathetic to you. I am, too, but I’m family first. They can be a really good ear if you need it.”

“Thanks.”

He turned around and patted his jacket. “Oh, I almost forgot. Here.” Sid handed me a box, and I opened it to find a new smartphone. “It’s already set up for you, connected to the Wi-Fi here, and Easton’s number is programmed in it.”

I smiled at that.

“Well, I’m off. And if you need anything, Dalton and my numbers are also on the list of contacts.”

“Thank you, Sid.”

He gently grabbed my shoulder. “You’re welcome, kid. And welcome to the family.”

Family? I supposed I was a part of it now.

Havingnofuckingpatience,I put the gun to the sobbing man’s head and emptied the entire clip into him. Blood, bone, and brain matter spattered fucking everywhere. His face was no longer recognizable as human. Now it was just meat. He was a serial rapist who the judge let off with a slap on the wrist, and he deserved every bullet I gave to him.

How much time did Thomas need to ‘think?’ I tried to be understanding. I tried to make sense of it. What did he need to think about? We belonged together and were bound, so nothing else should’ve mattered. But it’d been four days now, and I was losing patience.

I also wasn’t stupid. I knew Sid was sending me out on jobs to keep me distracted from Thomas. It worked for alittle while, but when the job was done, I got hyper-focused on him again. It took all my self-control to keep from texting him or hounding him. Sid made it clear that if I wanted to keep Thomas, I had to give him time and space.

I was also itching to be inside him again, but I had to hold back. Not that he gave me a damn choice.

“Fuck,” I growled under my breath and left the man’s corpse where it lay as I headed home.

After I got back to my place, I wasn’t in the mood for anything nutritious, so I opened my pantry and pulled out a box of brown sugar and cinnamon Pop-Tarts. I’d always had a craving for junk food and sugar, but to stay fit, I had to force myself to eat healthily. I ate four of them with a root beer before I headed to my room to shower.

Once I was clean, I fell into my bed, still naked, enjoying the cold sheets beneath me. I sighed, feeling… agitated. My condo was too empty. Thomas and Annie were supposed to have moved in already. I was restless and needed to do… something, but I didn’t have anything to do, and pacing was boring. I could’ve worked out, but the gym was closed. I had a small gym down the hall, but I didn’t feel like it.

I swiped a palm over my cock and closed my eyes, recalling the memories of our chase. The night I hunted Thomas down and fucked the hell out of him. I wanted more of that. The need to own him and claim him again was overwhelming, and I was desperate for sex.

Before Thomas, I would watch porn and jack off almost every night. But sex was highly gratifying, so I didn’t need it every day since hecame into my life.

I took several deep breaths to focus as my grip tightened around my length, stroking myself languidly. My mind wandered to the hunt, my heart rate jacking up to exciting levels, Thomas running, but once I caught him, he begged me to mark him like an animal.

My chest heaved as I got aroused, and the pressure quickly built around my groin and up my spine. That was what Thomas did for me. Thoughts of him quickly pushed me to the brink, when before it would take me too long to come.

“Bite me. Choke me,” Thomas said in my thoughts.

My hand snaked around his throat, and I squeezed as I bit into his shoulder. Thomas begged for more as I pounded into his tight ass, so I gave him more, biting harder, pumping faster, and squeezing tighter.

He’s mine, mine, mine…

I recalled all the noises he always made. The grunts, whimpers, and moans mingled with his pants and the slapping of our flesh.

My balls drew up, and I exploded all over my hand and stomach. I moved my hand faster and faster to prolong the climax, but it was soon over.

Too fucking soon.

IneededThomas.

After I cleaned myself up, I crawled back into bed to try to sleep. But as I shut my eyes, my phone, charging on my nightstand, buzzed.

I snagged it and saw it was Sid calling.

Dammit, not another fucking job. I was tired of the distractions. I needed to get Thomas back.

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