Page 14 of Her Dark Obsession

“What?”

“In class, you said you got your period. Did you? Or were you just using that as an excuse to leave?”

“That is none of your business. Jesus, Connor.” She shakes her head.

“It wouldn’t matter. You know. I’d still fuck you anyway.” I’m not afraid of a little blood.

“You’re insane. And unless you want more holes in your body, you need to leave,” she says.

“I’d let you put as many holes in my body as you wanted… if you let me fill just one of yours.” I laugh as I take a step closer.

“Hard pass,” she says.

I keep moving until her back is pressed up against the basin. Then I lean forward, my mouth right next to her ear. “What are you scared of, Aurora? That you’ll enjoy it?”

“Pfft. I am not scared of you,” she says.

“Good. I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I want you to come for me.” I use my injured hand to spread her thighs apart.My fingers moving upwards until they reach the side of her panties. I don’t waste time, and I don’t give her a chance to push me away before I find her clit. Pressing my fingers against her and circling them while I watch her expression.

“I’m not coming for you,” she says with a perfect fucking poker face.

“You will,” I tell her. Since she’s not pushing me away, I continue stroking her. Fuck, she’s wet. “Feel that? You’re fucking drenched,mo mhuirnín. Is it me, or the violence that turns you on?”

“Violence? What violence?” she asks, her breath hitching ever so slightly as she fights harder to keep control of her body’s reactions to me.

“You stabbed me with a pen, Aurora.”

“You touched something that doesn’t belong to you,” she fires back.

“Oh, but it does. This…” My fingers move lower, pushing into her opening. “It’s mine. I’m the only man who’s ventured between these thighs, and I plan to keep it that way. So…” My lips leave a trail of kisses up and down her neck. “If you want to come again, it’s going to be for me. Come, Aurora.” I can feel her pussy clenching around my fingers. She’s close, so fucking close. She wants this. I can see it in her eyes. “Let go. Let yourself feel it, Aurora,” I whisper in her ear.

She does. Her hands land on my shoulders, her mouth opens, and I take that opportunity to slam my lips on hers. My tongue delves in, tasting every inch of her while swallowing her moans. I’ve never enjoyed making a girl come so much before. Sure, I’ve always made sure whomever I’m with has a good time. But Aurora? I want her to fucking explode.

I continue stroking her until her hands flatten against my chest, and she pushes me off her. Taking a step back, I bring my fingers to my lips and suck her juices from the tips. They’re stillcovered in my own blood from where she stabbed me, but if I can taste her, I don’t fucking care.

“Don’t touch me again. Next time you try, I won’t just stab you with a pen. I’ll break your whole damn hand.” She turns on the tap and I watch as she pulls down some pieces of paper towel, wetting them before wiping between her legs. When she discards the towels in the trash, they’re covered in both me and her. My blood, her cum.

“You liked it. You came for me,” I tell her.

“No.” Aurora turns to me, straightening her shoulders. “I came for me. You were just the tool I used to get there. No different from a vibrator really. Maybe just… not as good.” She smirks.

I laugh. “It’s funny. If that were true, I wouldn’t have been the first one to give you an orgasm.” If she thinks I’ve forgotten, she’s wrong. She told me it was her first orgasm last weekend, which means she wasn’t getting there from her vibrator either.

“Whatever you think this is, whatever you’ve conjured up in that pretty little head of yours, it’s not. This, you, me, we are nothing.” She huffs before shoving past me.

“You’re wrong,” I tell her. “You and me, we are something.”

Aurora’s hand lifts and I barely see the glint of the blade she throws right at my fucking head, missing me only by a hair. The knife hits the mirror behind me before falling into the sink. “Next time, I’ll make sure it hits an eye,” she says over a shoulder before walking out the door.

I can’t wipe the smile off my face, though, as I grab her knife and shove it in my bag. Maybe I’ll use it to cut her panties off next time I get her alone.

Chapter Seven

Have you ever felt the need to prove a point? I have that problem. Often. But never more than right now as I’m sitting in the cafeteria.

Krystal is next to me, quiet, probably because she knows I’m in a foul-ass mood. And it’s all because of him. Connor fucking O’Malley. I hate him. And I hate that I let him touch me the way he did in the bathroom this morning.

Also, the guy must have a death wish. He knows what would happen if either of our families found out he was messing around with me. Mine would hunt him down and slaughter him like a fucking pig. Actually, they’d have to beat me to it. Because right now, killing Connor seems like the easiest way to get rid of him.

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