Page 26 of Their Obsession

The fire that burns in his eyes as he looks down at me is the most intense thing I’ve ever seen. I can see it in his stare—the obsession that very well might consume us both entirely.

He brings his mouth down to the junction of my neck and throat. His teeth viciously sink into the flesh of my neck. It’s the pain that sends me over the edge. I shatter against him. My entire body goes stiff and rigid as ecstasy washes over me. Dom follows right behind me—his hips stuttering as warmth seeps between us.

“Fuck!” he growls against the tenderized bite mark on my skin.

Waves of warmth continue to pulse between us, the thin fabric of both our pants barely containing our combined release. He sucks and licks at the bite mark on my neck as the thrusts of his hips slow.

When we both finish, we sit for a moment in stunned silence. I just let my bully dry hump me until we both came in our pants.What the fuck?

Finally pulling back, he slowly releases my wrists. I roll my hands once the pressure of his grip is gone. His eyes look me up and down, no doubt taking in my disheveled appearance. His gaze lands on the painful mark he left on my neck, and a smirk pulls at the corners of his lips.

“Mine,” he whispers with pride.

“Yours,” I concede as I close my eyes and throw my head back against my pillow.

The feeling of his soft lips against mine is surprising. I stiffen instantly, but as he presses harder, deepening the kiss, I relent. There’s something so intimate about a good kiss, almost as if you’re allowing the other person a short glimpse into your soul. His tongue swipes against my lips, demanding entrance, and again, still against my better judgment, I relent and let him in. His tongue immediately twists with mine. The kiss is slow and passionate, a kiss full of feelings we’re both unable to vocalize.

When he finally pulls back, his dark gaze locks with mine. There’s a look of pure hunger swirling in the dark pits of his irises. “You’re mine,Moy Klubnika. Always have been and always will be. I’mneverletting you get away.”

FOURTEEN

Lilly

Present Day

“You’re not understanding, Noah,” I say with an exasperated sigh as I pace the pale wooden floors of his loft apartment. “I hate him. He’s here to fuck up my life, not fuck me.”

We’ve been going around and around in circles, having this argument for the last thirty minutes. It’s getting us nowhere.

“If you hate him, then why are you trying to break up with me?” My sweet Noah pleads. He’s not even getting mad at me, or angry. He’s too good for me. I don’t deserve someone as kind as him.

After the blowup at the arena, where we learned that Dmitri Volkkon has officially woven his way back into my life again, Noah brought me back to his place. The car ride here was tense and silent. I assumed he wanted me to pack my shit and get out. But he asked me to explain. He’s giving me an opportunity tomake this make sense. But I can’t. Nothing ever made any logical sense when it came to Dom. He is simultaneously the best and worst thing that’s ever happened to me.

“You could end up hurt if we don’t break up. It’s just easier this way,” I sigh as I try to explain to him yet again.

“So you dated him in high school and broke up before graduation? That was like ten years ago, right?”

Noah is sitting on his brown leather sofa, his elbows on his knees, his head bowed. The light streaming in from his large windows casts bright streaks on his chiseled jaw. His dirty blonde hair has fallen across his forehead leaving his beautiful stormy eyes hidden. I desperately want to see him smile. To see his sweet dimples. But his eyes are trained down at his fingers as he rings them. I hate seeing him hurting. The urge to run to him and wrap myself up around him, let him sink into me as we take solace in each other, is so strong. But I want to keep him safe. And to keep him safe, I need to keep him far away from me and Dmitri Volkkon.

His grey tee shirt strains against his muscular shoulders as he sighs before asking, “What’s that matter to us? To where and who you are now?”

Where do I start? How can I explain this without it coming out wrong? He’d never understand.

“In high school, I was bullied some,” I begin. “Some of the other kids were mean because I was uptight and my dad was a well known athlete. They had some stupid bet on the hockey team about who could trick me into sleeping with them—”

“So, he tricked you into sleeping with him?” Noah asks incredulously as his head shoots up, his heated gaze locking on mine. He looks wildly aggressive in a way I’ve never seen before. It takes me back a little.

“No! Well—yes. Kinda, but not like that.” I take a long, deep breath before continuing. “He wore a mask. At first, I thoughthe was stalking me. Then I realized he was protecting me. And when I found out who he was finally, it was too late—I was in too deep.”

I haven’t talked about this shit in years. I’d gladly keep it all buried down and locked away in the nightmares of my past. But of course, Dmitri had to show back up and blow up my entire fucking life. I had loved him so damn much, and when he left me, it broke me.Do you ever truly get over your first love?

He left me a mess, and it’s taken me years to open up and trust again. But now he’s back and he’s opened the floodgates of memories I’d long since buried. Being with me isn’t safe, and Noah deserves to be safe and happy.

“I was in love with him.” I keep going, letting the past spew from my mouth before I can stop it. I don’t even notice I’m crying until I taste the salt of tears streaming down my face. “And it was all a game. He used me, made me fall for him, took my virginity, then left me.”

I leave out the worst of it. The part where several people ended up hurt… or worse. Noah doesn’t need to know about that. This is already a lot. He’ll think I’m the crazy one if I try to explain the rest.

“And now he’s back.” Noah groans before flopping his head back against the sofa. “And you want to break up?”

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