Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

“Robbie fears himself when he’s around you.” “And I fear myself when he’s not around,”

“Will you give him this?” When he doesn’t move, I plead, “Please.”

“I’m going to catch his attention and give him no choice but to act. If he still doesn’t leave his hiding place, I’ll wave a red flag in front of a bull and wait for him to charge.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game with a dangerous man.”

“He either puts his fear aside and comes to me willingly, like a grown man instead of the scared kid he used to be, trusting that I know my own heart, or I enrage him enough to coax him out from the shadows. Either way, I’m going all in.”

“He’s staying away for your own good. He’s trying to protect you, Savannah.”

“He doesn’t get to make that cho...

“There’s only one man I want to notice me. One man who thought he could just run away. I’ve tried everything to find him, but that man knows how to hide. Do you know what he can’t hide from, though? What none of us can hide from?”

Robbie is nothing if not territorial, and this act of defiance will undoubtedly enrage the monster inside him when he catches sight of my red flag.

The Queen of Hearts Killer strikes again.

He grabs my neck from behind a little too hard, and his lips brush up against my ear. Lips I’ve lain awake fantasizing about. His big, veiny hand with its long fingers comes into view when he tosses a queen’s card on the counter. I’ve felt those fingers intimately inside me.

“If you ever so much as look in another man’s direction again, I will peel your skin off your body. You hear me, baby? I will take my fucking time, torturing you slowly.”

“You thought I’d let you fuck someone else?” His grip flexes on my neck, and he growls in my ear, barely restraining his anger. I want him to let go of his control. Oh, how I crave it.

“You left,” I bite out, baring my teeth, though he can’t see it. “What did you expect? That I’d live happily ever...

men are lucky you killed them, or the death I would have handed down would have made your pathetic kills look like child’s play.”

“Pathetic kills?”

Oh shit

“What can I say?” I taunt. “I like to ride dick and bathe in blood.” “You won’t say that when you’re in prison. Do you think you can handle it in there, baby?”

“You trembled like a leaf in the wind the first time you met me. A pretty girl like you wouldn’t last a day behind bars.”

“I can always fuck the guards for special favors. We both know I excel at that.” Robbie stills behind me. He even ceases to breathe. My pulse thunders...

“How fucking dare you walk away from me again? Fuck you!” I shout, crossing the road. He comes to a halt, his chin touching his shoulder as he turns his head slightly, but not enough to face me. “Who the fuck are you to come back here after all this time and tell me who I can or can’t fuck? Who the hell are you to think you have any say in what I do anymore?”

I shove his back. He stumbles forward and swivels around. Fire flares in his blue eyes, and he flexes his hands by his sides. Good. I want to evoke a fucking reaction from him. I want him to be just as angry as I am. “You disappeared on me, Robbie. You left me.”

waited for you. Don’t you fucking get it? I fell for you, and you left… You fucking left.” “I did leave you,”

“And don’t tell me you didn’t want me to return and unleash over a year’s worth of pent-up frustration. You

want to fuck other guys? Is that why you killed them afterward and put a calling card on their dicks? O...

“Congratulations, Savannah, you have my attention. I tried to stay away...

“You can’t tell me you want to be with a deranged serial killer. Is this what you want from life? Live the rest of your days on the run from the authorities? Always looking over your shoulder? And that’s if I don’t snap and kill you first⁠—”

“Stop, Robbie. Just stop. Ssshh.” I close my eyes briefly as the breeze shifts my hair off my neck. “I love you.”

“I’m not scared of you, Robbie. You hear me? I’m. Not. Scared. Of. You.”

me. “I love you too. I love you so much it consumes me, but I would never forgive myself if I hurt you.”

Instead of replying, I press up on my tiptoes and capture his lips. With my arms around his neck, I lose myself in him, kissing his trembling lips with everything in me.

Our tongues tangle and our breaths dance between our lips every time we come up for air before colliding again, like waves touching the beach in a back and forth coming together. Robbie braids his fingers in my hair and angles my head to kiss me deepe...

“I’m a fugitive,” he whispers between kisses, scooping me up in his arms.

“You’ll always look over your shoulder.” “Have you forgotten?”

“I’m the Queen of Hearts Killer. They’re hunting me too.” “You’re still in a shitload of trouble for that, Savannah,”

hand. “Every time I think of you with someone else, I want...

We kiss and kiss, lost in each other, lost in this moment. We kiss like we’ll never get caught. Like no one and nothing can tear us apart. We kiss like we don’t have a tomorrow. As though this kiss, this perfect, endless kiss, is our last.

“I love you,” I whisper, meaning every word in its purest form. I love this man with every ounce of my being. Love him like I will never love another.

“I love you more.” I’m happy.

“You’re my everything, Savannah. There’s nothing I won’t do for you. No lengths I won’t go to, no matter how wrong they may seem in the eyes of the world, to keep you here with me. We don’t follow rules.” “I’m not going anywhere.”

“See that sunset, Savannah?” Mesmerized, I keep staring at his side profile. My eyes rove over his dark stubble, drawn like a moth to a flame to his lips, which pull up in a side smirk—a filthy smirk that has my clit pulsing. “That’s our future.” He looks at me, and I suck in a breath at seeing him so animated and alive. “We’ll keep driving until we reach the beach.” A smile pulls at my lips. “The beach?”

“Needham will meet us there with our new passports.” Surprised, I sit up straight. “Are you serious?” Hope flares inside me, lethal yet so seductive.

“The future is ours, baby.” Robbie tucks my hair behind my ear and reclaims my hand. “Trust me.” “I trust you.” And I do.

“I better keep this away from you.” My lips split into a smile, and I chuck him on the arm, making him laugh even louder. I love it.

When he wraps his muscular arm around my neck and pulls me close to kiss my forehead, I know we’ll be okay. “Fuck me, you’re perfect, Savannah.”

“I’ll never get used to this view.” I bury my nose in her hair. “You smell so damn good.” Breathing her in, I let go of the railing to brush her strands away from her shoulder.

I pepper kisses on the curve of her neck, and I pull her against my straining erection inside my boxers, whispering, “I’m always so damn hard for you.”

Her eyes lock on mine and darken with lust. She’s just as beautiful now as she was the first time I saw her in prison. I could tell she trembled with nerves even as she tried to hide it by keeping her hands in her lap.

I kiss her until we’re both breathless yet unable to come up for air, consumed by each other and this pulsing need between us that never seems satiated, no matter how much we fuck. “Fuck, you kill me,” I growl, kissing her again and nipping her bottom lip. “When will I get enough of you? When will I stop craving you like this?” “Never,” she

I choke on a grunt. “Jesus, fuck!”

She drags her tongue up the length and stares up at me with those big, brown eyes of hers that make me weak at the fucking knees every time. Braced against the railing, I fist her hair with my other hand, and she takes me in her warm mouth and sucks me deep. My head falls back on a groan, the tendons straining in my neck. I’m in fucking heaven. Savannah sucks and licks while jacking my hard length with long strokes. Then she looks up at me with a wicked gleam in her