Page 98 of King of Obsession

No one will come to save her. No one is allowed to use this private road. It’s deserted. Only the flickering sky provides you with some company and the desert vegetation on each side.

Cracking my neck, I let the monster break free, ready to chase her and fuck her senseless. She’s why I war with myself, not finding my place or a modicum of peace.

I can’t kill her, but I can punish her. And my punishment is fucking her and taking whatever the fuck I want from her for as long as I have left.

I don’t need her permission. She brought me torment, and if her hot holes bring some bliss, then so be it.

I take off running, and while she is in good shape, I catch up with her easily. Clasping her elbow, I turn her around and toss her over my shoulder. I’m not even out of breath, but pumped up to get my reward.

“What happens now?” she asks breathlessly.

“Now, I will plow into that pussy of yours until you beg for forgiveness.”

Bringing her back to the car stopped in the middle of the secluded road, I lay her on the hood. It will leave a dent with what I have in mind, but just like my pendant, everything is out of shape in my life since she cursed me to want her and no one else. To want a life with her, but she pissed all over that dream. I won’t ever come close to having something similar.

She licks her lips, dragging me by the collar, her hand fisting around the pendant. “I can handle whatever you do to me.”

“Even if you can’t, I’ll make you. Cry, my Silver Death, but no one but me will hear.”

I push up the dress over her ass, rip her thong that gives with a tear just like my sanity, and I unbuckle my pants.

Gripping my cock, I thrust forward, sheathing myself in her tight as fuck wet core. Her pussy is my paradise and hell in one. Never had better, never will know someone even akin to her.

She breathes heavily, arching her back and gripping my arms, trying to accommodate me. I prepared her better in the past. Now I just want her to shut the fuck up and be a good girl and take every thick and big inch of me.

Tears gather in her eyes and her mouth opens in a stuttered breath. “Oh my god…”

“God gave up on us sinners a long time ago, amore.”

Her pretty nipples are two hard cherry peaks that have me salivating. I can’t neglect them as I suckle on one and tug at the other, twisting and rolling it between my thumb and fingers.Pulling back an inch, I thrust even harder into her. She cries out my name, moaning and whimpering at the same time.

Pleasure and pain is our fucking destiny—it’s inescapable. Our eyes lock and it’s as if we both think the same thing.

He stretches me beyond what I thought was my capacity to take, and I lose myself in the sensation—an overwhelming pleasure with a dash of pain that tears me apart and stitches me back together. Nothing feels better than him filling me up and his sinful mouth sucking and biting into my nipples, wrecking my composure.

When he’s inside of me, branding me with his need, seducing me into wild passion, everything else vanishes—nothing exists but him.

Like a beast let loose, he fucks me as if I am a vessel for his pleasure, bringing me higher and higher.

I suck in a breath, roll up and bite into his chest to make him feel what he does to me. Every time we fuck, I go through a metamorphosis. I am no longer made of flesh and bone but something malleable, something he shapes into whatever he pleases.

All my life, I have strived to be in control, escape my shackles and be free. But with him, I am his willing captive in every sense of the word and, at the same time, I am freer than I’ve ever been.

As if it’s not enough that I wear his brand of ownership around my neck, his hand comes into play as well, squeezing my neck above the collar.

Lowering his head, he nips my earlobe. “My toy to fuck and take how I like, moaning like a wanton bitch in heat while your tight pussy convulses and can barely take me.”

I am too fucked to even form coherent thoughts as he rams into me.

“Pleasure and pain, amore. Fucking pleasure and pain until you won’t be able to breathe without my name coming out of that lying mouth of yours.”

“I can take it. I can take you,” I whine. Filled to the brim, my chest heaves with wanting more. How that is possible is beyond me.

His necklace escapes his confines, hanging between us, and I see the pendant, mangled—mangled like our love story because of me.

I let the tears fall, allowing him to see all I keep hidden—my love, my remorse, my regret, my biggest wish.

He throws his head back, blocking me from accessing the parts of him he guards with all his might. I knew this was the only likely outcome for tonight. He’s not ready to see my truths.

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