Page 5 of Her Dark Obsession

I shake my head. I honestly never thought I would.

“Not even by yourself? You know, when you’re alone in your room, thinking about hot Irishmen?”

“I’ve never thought about hot Irishmen.” I laugh. “And, no, never.” And not for a lack of trying. Believe me… I’ve spent hours trying to pleasure myself. It just never worked.

“Are you okay? You wanna keep going?” Connor asks.

I blink up at him. He’s so sincere. “Yes.”I don’t want to stop. I want more.

“Let me know if it hurts too much,” he says, sinking his cock inside me.

There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s not bad. “I’m good with pain,” I tell him.

“I have no doubt.” Connor chuckles and starts to gently rock against me.

“You said you were going to fuck me. This does not feel like fucking,” I remind him.

“That was before I knew you were a virgin,” he says.

“Connor, I don’t want gentle. I don’t want you to hold back. Show me what you got.”

“Okay, remember that when you’re walking with a limp tomorrow.” He shifts onto his knees, scooping underneath my legs before he hikes them up and pushes them into my stomach. Then he starts to move. And I mean really move.

I asked for this. This is exactly what I asked for, and I don’t regret it.

That feeling starts building in the bottom of my stomach again. With each thrust, Connor hits something that ignites a fire inside me. And when his thumb presses against my clit, while he continues to fuck me… well, that’s just like adding gasoline to the mix.

If I knew sex felt this good, I would have tried it ages ago. Then again, my body has never reacted to anyone like this before. At least now I know I’m not completely broken.

It’d be weird if I took a picture of a guy while he sleeps. I know that. But fuck it. I don’t care. I want something to remember this moment.

Picking up my phone, I snap a photo of Connor. His hair covers his eyes. My fingers itched to push it back out of his face. I don’t do that, though. I need to make a clean escape. I knew what this was when it started. I don’t need or want it to be anything more. He promised to make me scream his name. He promised to wake me up and he delivered on both.

I scoop my shoes off the floor and open the door, flinching when it squeaks. I look back over a shoulder. Thankfully, Connor hasn’t moved.

I make it out of the house without anyone seeing me. They’re all passed out cold and in various stages of undress. I never understood the appeal before, didn’t understand why people were so quick to jump into bed with each other.

I get it now. I wonder if something’s been unlocked, if I’ll feel those tingly things for other guys or girls. I’m not picky.

Once I’m outside the gates, I call an Uber. I can’t go home looking like this, at this hour of the morning. I really don’t need to deal with my dad and brother going apeshit at the thought of me actually having sex.

I had sex.I smile at the thought. It was good. Connor, as depraved as he is, was good. My cheeks heat up at the memory of what he did to my body, at the way I reacted to his touch.

Thirty minutes later, I’m sneaking through the back door of my aunt and uncle’s place. My cousin Mabilia is the only one I trust to lie for me and say I was here all night. And sneaking into this house is no easy feat. My uncle is the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva. Which means this place is like Fort Knox.

I didn’t exactly sneak onto the estate. I walked through the gates. The guards didn’t even look twice at me. It’s not the first time I’ve crept into Mabilia’s room. I am, however, sneaking through the house, because I do not want to have to explain to my aunt or uncle why I’m here.

I make it into Mabilia’s room. It’s dark, not an ounce of light. “Fuck.” I curse under my breath when I trip over something on the floor.

A lamp flicks on, and my cousin glares at me from her bed. “What the fuck, Aurora?”

“Shhh.” I make my way over and jump under the covers. “Go back to sleep, and if anyone asks, I was here all night,” I tell her.

“Sure. But first, where were you really and why do you smell like sex?” Mabilia asks.

“How do you know what sex smells like?” I counter.

“I just do. Go and shower before you stink up my sheets. For all I know, my papa has dogs specifically trained to sniff out sex and probably has them run through my room every day.” She sighs.

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