Page 94 of Psychotic Obsession
He struggles to keep going, becoming a little agitated. I look up at him, the droplets of water falling from our faces, my eyes flitting from his to his lips, having an inner battle.
"Don't do something that you're going to regret," he warns me. "You've absolutely no idea how much I'm holding back."
"Then don't. Don't hold back."
I want him to kiss me, because if he doesn't then I need to kiss him, and then I have to admit to myself exactly how much I want him — need him. I watch him bite down on his bottom lip, letting it drag until it's free. He must be having the same feelings as I am, wanting this so badly and trying to not think about the consequences.
Tobias knows exactly how my body works, every position and angle to be in when my body reacts to his touch in a certain way, how fast and hard I want it just by the intensity of my nails in his back. He's made it his mission to learn how to drag out each orgasm, making me writhe beneath and above him.
But why is he shaking his head and stepping away from me?
"I can't."
"You can't?" I cover my nakedness, watching him as he rinses off the suds on his body and leaves the shower.
He wraps a towel around his waist, silent. "Tobias?"
"One of the last times we were together, you called me Ewan and said you loved me. It's all I keep hearing, and they mock me, Aria." He points to his head, tapping at it. "They mock me about you, and I can't stop them."
I'm speechless, watching as he leaves the bathroom without saying another word. I remember that moment, and the image of Ewan above me was so clear that I truly believed it. But if he didn't drug me then that wouldn't have happened at all.
I follow after him with a large towel wrapped around me, stopping in the doorway of a bedroom while he sets aside clothes for us both. "If you’re going to leave me, then you need to do it before Justin gets back. He isn't a fan of you and I'm not in the mood to bury his body as well."
"You're disgusting."
"And you'restillfucking here!" he shouts as he turns to me, making me jump back. "You know how bad a person I am andyou're still fucking here. Get off your high pedestal, Aria, and stop acting like?—"
Against my better judgement, I launch myself at Tobias and crash my lips over his, catching him off guard as he falls back onto the bed, taking me with him.
"Don’t ever speak to me like that again," I warn against his mouth as his hands grab at my hips, straddling him. My lips are on his once more, sighing as he returns the passionate kiss with his hand on the back of my head.
My warning seems to have turned him on, feeling his hard cock pressing against the annoying barrier of the towel. Thankfully, Tobias unravels it from me and tosses it aside. My body tingles at the proximity of our bodies, keeping our mouths magnetized as we become one.
Every nerve within me is exploding from his touch, his hand keeping a tight grip in my hair while the other is roaming the length of my body, grabbing at my breasts and ass, and my tongue runs along his as I groan into his mouth.
Tobias flips us, making me gasp as his hand cups between my legs, leaning down and sucking on my nipple harshly just as he shoves two fingers inside of me, causing a strangled whimper to drop from my mouth, arching my back.
“Will you regret this?” he asks, running his tongue up my throat, he curls his fingers as he works against the sensation already building, bursts of breath heating my neck. His fingers vanish. "You have no idea what regret is, doctor." He pushes his cock into me so deep, I choke. "Don't make me show you."
I shouldn’t enjoy this. I shouldn’t move with him. Kiss him back. Become needier, wetter, louder.
This is my reality, one warped, messed-up, and extremely disturbing existence that comes with a heavy price.
My entire life.
So why am I writhing beneath him while he fucks me senseless?
Why am I moaning so loud that anyone in a fifty-mile radius can hear me?
What is making me so insane that I want this?
Tobias wraps his arms around me while he flips us so I'm above him, riding his length as he groans. I want to hear him grunt my name out as he feels immense pleasure, to tell me how much I mean to him, even if it's in a way that makes absolutely no sense.
I love the way my body tingles when he grabs my throat and slams me down on him, running the large head up the side of my face and gripping my hair. I love the way our bodies join, sweating, slapping, swallowing each other's moans as we search for impending euphoria.
I'm losing myself with him, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. My mind is battling my heart and my hormones, numbing itself from the pain that this destruction most definitely will cause.
"This is wrong," I say shakily as Tobias runs his palm up my spine, pushing against each vertebra until he grips the nape of my neck. Our hips meet relentlessly, bodies grinding in sync as I drop my head to his shoulder, heat building everywhere. "I shouldn't be doing this."
