Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“Angle your hips, baby.” Shifting in the seat, I tilt them upward to give him more access, and he inches the thick barrel inside me. His chest rumbles with a deep chuckle. “You trust me enough to fuck you with a gun, beautiful? What’s to stop me from pulling the trigger right now?”

“Do you hear that?” he whispers heatedly, and I do hear it—the wet sound my pussy makes as it swallows his Glock and creams all over it, greedy for more of Robbie’s sickness. “Soon, it’ll be my cock tearing your pussy apart.”

spears my tresses with his long fingers and slants his lips over mine. His tongue delves inside my mouth to tangle with mine, and he selfishly steals my breath and the last remnants of my sanity. “So fucking perfect,” he growls, nipping my bottom lip before crawling off me and sitting back in his seat. He picks up the gun, reaches inside the glovebox, and proceeds to put bullets inside the empty chamber while my heartbeat returns to a semblance of normal. I’m ruined.

“Robbie…” I whisper, making him stiffen as he puts the final bullet inside. “I know you’re scared.” My heart throbs inside my chest. “I’m not. I’m not scared of anything. Not of you. Not of death.”

“If tonight is all we have, then so be it. Ruin me, Robbie. Destroy me. Show me all of you. The evil, the beautiful, the raw, the damaged. There’s no part of you I don’t want a chance to love.”

“You don’t know what you’re asking, Savannah.” He points the glistening gun at the warehouse. “You don’t know the horrors awaiting inside that building. I’ll give you your wish. I made you one promise, one single promise: slay every man who’s ever hurt you. That’s all I can give you… Emotions, commitment, security…those things are as foreign to me as the moon is to the sun.”

“Do you trust me?” he asks. “You finally believe me if I say yes?”

“Let’s see how deep that darkness runs, my sweet Savannah.”

“That’s not all, is it? You took turns.” His chin dips to his chest, and tears cascade down his cheeks. It’s all an act. Michael doesn’t regret the past. He regrets that the past caught up with him. “We made moo noises. Mocking her the entire time.”

Wtf

“Your God doesn’t forgive your sins. He has already forsaken you and left you to rot in Hell.” I pivot on my heel and make my way to the small table. Savannah sobs quietly over by the entrance, tormented by her past and broken by the confession. It’ll be my honor to paint these walls with Michael’s screams.

“You’re scaring the girl.” “You’re fucking crazy!” he

“that she needs to see the real me, every crack and imperfection.”

“This is me, baby. Your very own monster.” “My devil,”

Her nails leave scratch marks behind as she sinks her fingers into my hair. “On second thought, screw that and screw him. I need you. I want you to fuck me, Robbie.” I don’t need to be told twice. In a swift motion, I grab her ass and pick her up, then kick the severed hand out of the way and lower her back down.

rip her shorts off, then tear her T-shirt down the middle before palming her full breasts. Both of us are deaf to the pained groans and sobs beside us, the desperate pleas of a dying man. Carnal desire is the only word to describe what I feel when she looks at me with those eyes and burning heat that licks a delicious path to my aching cock.

“I used to fantasize about your hands covered in blood,” she admits. Smiling, I hold my bloodied palm up in front of her face. Rivulets of red trail down the length of my wrist and forearm. “Like this?” With her lip trapped between her teeth, she nods almost shyly,

“There,” I whisper, clasping her slender throat with my bloodied hand and staining her pale skin. I lick her lips, tasting the desire in her heated breaths. “My very own warrior.”

“Fuck me, Robbie,” she begs between kisses, her hips lifting off the floor. “I need you.”

Fear trickles in before I can stop it. “I can’t do this,” I choke out, pressing my forehead to hers. I’m not in control, and it scares me. She scares me.

you need to be in control to feel safe, Robbie. Do it. Take back control, but please, fuck me.”

“Jesus fuck,” I growl, defeated, ruined by the hunger in her eyes. “You slay me.”

I place one arm under her and enter her with a hard thrust. She cries out and arches her back, tits straining toward the ceiling. I rock my hips, fucking her deep and slow while clutching the blade in my grip, watching her face as the knife threatens to slice her throat open if I let my control slip. Her eyes find mine, laced with desire and raw lust.

balls draw up tight, slapping against her ass cheeks. Her tongue slides over my digits in a seductive dance as she sucks. Savannah is going to be the death of me. “Harder, Robbie,” she pleads when I slip my fingers from her mouth and grab her by the throat. My name on her lips sounds fucking divine and cuts as deep as a knife to the heart.

“Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are? How good you feel?” I palm her ass, bouncing her on my cock, harder and faster, grinding deeper, hitting that magic spot. “Oh fuck, Robbie,” she cries out, trembling in my arms. “Look at me. Give me those eyes,”

“I can feel you everywhere.” “Good,” I answer, smiling against her lips. “This pussy is mine.”

“Are you still in control, Robbie?” “Baby,” I

“I’ve never been in control around you. I’ve tried, but you make it impossible. From the very first moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”

“You wanted me at the first interview?” “Long before then.” I crush

Then I slam her into the nearest wall and brace my hand against the cold surface while balancing her ass with my free arm. Our fucking is nothing short of feral.

This. Woman. Is. Mine. “Fuck, Robbie, yes!”

own climax is not far off. I fuck her harder, slamming my hips against her so brutally that her spine crashes against the hard wall with every thrust.

I release inside her with a deep groan, my nose buried in her neck. I shudder almost violently. My hips grind, dragging out the last waves of receding pleasure.

“There’s not a part of you I want to share with the world.” “So lock me away.” “Don’t tempt me.” He

“How did I get so fucking lucky?”

“Tell me about the voices, Robbie.”

“You silence them.”

Ahhhhh

“You bring me peace.”

“My brave girl,” he breathes, pressing his forehead to mine again. “You made sure he could never hurt anyone again.” “Yes…”

He comes willingly, tasting my sins. We kiss for hours, lost in each other, lost to the inevitable.

Make the readers fall in love with you and the idea of you and Hammond together, make them root for the bad guy, rack up enough support, and the governor might have no choice but to offer clemency.” He spreads his hands wide, a knowing glint in his eyes.

I’m about to close the yearbook when my eyes catch on another familiar face I know well in the same row as my father’s—a face I’ve studied in the moonlight while wrapped in his strong arms. Robbie Hammond.

can’t be,” I breathe, but it is. And now it all makes sense.

Scanning the page, I pause on their faces. Mark Archer. David O’Sullivan Michael Heikkinen Andy Frazer

This is why he insisted I interview him, because he knew my father. He knew my tormentors. He knew who I was even before I set foot in that room. He didn’t simply know of me; he knew me.

He’s obsessed. We both are. Obsession has us both in its grip, a disease that pulls us closer like magnets.

“With disgust. I told you all women look at me like that, like I’m a fucking monster.” “Because you are!” I scream. He stills. I still. The world stills.

“You’ve killed people, Robbie,” I whisper. “Beatrix, she⁠—” Swinging those cold blue eyes in my direction, he seethes, “I never claimed to be a good man. You knew what you got yourself into. What did you expect? A happy ending? A fucking antihero? A movie villain with a redemption arc? I’m neither.”

“I’m a true villain.” Another hard jab. “A monster from your worst nightmare. I’m as sick as they come, Savannah. If anyone deserves the needle, it’s me.”

“But it’s too late now. You don’t get to push me away.

You want to hate me? You want to look at me with that disgust in your eyes? Go ahead. I’m used to it.”