Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“Don’t let yourself be charmed by him. He’s a serial killer who murdered fourteen women,”

“He’s just a man,” I whisper. But I know he’s not. Robbie is the closest I’ve been to tasting the sweetness of death. I was so close to freedom I could feel its soothing caress wrap itself around my fragile heart.

Especially now that I’ve sat across from him and had those ice-blue eyes on me and liked how his undivided attention felt. How it licked across my skin like a trail of fire.

“Are you brave enough to find out the answer, Savannah?”

Those sinful lips reveal a hint of a smile, but there’s nothing sweet about it. “I know a lot of things about you.”

If you lived in the shadows long enough, you soon called them your home.

My mother packed up a bag and walked out weeks after my birth, leaving me behind with a man who would steal my childhood.

“It’s funny how karma works, Dad. I hope you rot. When you take your last breath, I will finally smile again.”

“With all due respect, Mrs. Ashton. Robbie Hammond isn’t the biggest wolf I’ve met. My heart broke long ago. Maybe for once, I want to lose myself in a nightmare of my own making, no matter how crazy it seems.”

“My story belongs to you, Savannah. My confession is yours and yours alone.”

“Listen to me carefully, Savannah. You’re going to turn Elliot down, unless you want the sniffing dog to die a slow, painful death.”

He’s calculating and cold, manipulative and ruthless. With a touch of his hand, he could bring me to the edge or cut my existence short, depending on his demons’ whispers.

Everything about him calls to me, like a whisper on the wind.

“No one gets to touch you, Savannah. No one gets to so much as imagine you naked and needy.” “You can’t slaughter everyone who fantasizes about me.” “Watch me.”

It’s hard sometimes to forget that he’s a predator in the night, who stalks women and lures them close to his vehicle before attacking and driving them away to their deaths. I don’t think I would run from him.

“You’re crying for yourself. My truth circles yours, speaking the same language as the pain I see in your eyes. You’re drowning.”

“Pain recognizes pain.”

And I want this woman. I want her so badly, every nerve ending in my body vibrates. She’s inside my veins, Needham.”

“She’s in here, driving me fucking crazy. There’s nothing I won’t do. No lengths I won’t go… I will make her mine.”

I’m so fucking alive at this moment, and it dawns on me that I’ve been dead until now and never tasted the flavor of life.

He shoves my skirt up to my waist and growls low in his throat. So…I didn’t put on panties this morning. “Fuck me,” he whispers, wrenching my quivering thighs apart and staring at my pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me…” “You’re the killer here, Robbie. So ruin me.”

“Rule number seven…” His gruff voice whispers over my clit. “Don’t ever trust a condemned killer.”

“Fucking mine,” he growls in a tone that drips with raw possessiveness.

“If you let him touch you, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next. I already have a death sentence hanging over my head, and they can’t kill me twice.”

“You have a choice, ma’am. I’ll gladly burn the world down for you. And I will, without a second’s hesitation. Now, the question is, do you want to burn it to the ground?”

I’m not a helpless little girl anymore. She grew up. And she’s ready to unleash hell.

I’m definitely a fool, falling for a man on death row.

A smile creeps on my lips. I’ve got a girl to find.

I smile at him, tipping the blade in his direction. “You hurt my girl.”

His words turn into splutters when I take a piss on his face, treating him to a nice golden shower to warm him up before I cut him into pieces.

Heh heh

“I can’t promise I won’t do the same to you, but I can promise to slay every fucking dragon from your past and bring their heads to you on a silver platter. I’m a monster, Savannah. So, let me do what I was born to do. Let me love you the only way I know how.”

No one messes with what’s mine and lives to see another day.