Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

I’ve done terrible things, but the things I want to do to her are so much worse. For once, I want a heart. Her heart.

“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.”

An ache I know only he can ease throbs between my thighs—a need I won’t ever be able to satisfy, no matter how many men I fuck.

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.

“Trust me and I’ll tell you every delicious, gory detail, ma’am.”

“I’ll give you my story when you trust me with yours.”

When his chest inflates, I’m both relieved and disappointed. How can I feel so conflicted? The man is a predator.

I’m not good. I don’t have a good bone in my body. I’m just as coldhearted as my father was back then.

I’m not hungry. I’m fucking ravenous.

“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.”

“Would you show such mercy, Savannah?” When her eyes grow glassy with tears, I continue. “Let me rephrase that. Did you show such mercy?”

Rule number six: Don’t think you’re safe because you know the person in front of you. Familiarity doesn’t equal security.

Butterflies break free from their cocoons only to freeze to death.

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.”

A selfish part of me revels in the knowledge that Robbie hasn’t tasted pussy in nearly two decades. Now, he’s more than ravenous and eats me out like he wants to feast on my soul—the very essence of me.

“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?”

“You’re such a good little whore, aren’t you, baby? Taking my dick like you were made to be fucked to within an inch of your life.”

“You want to breathe, Savannah? You want to survive me? Then come. You’ll either strangle my dick with your cunt or die. I’m not allowing you another single breath until you come all over my cock, like my own perfect little slut.”

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

“Fuck, man, let’s talk about this. It’s not like I physically hurt her. You can take a look for yourself. She hasn’t got a single scar on her body. It was just a bit of innocent fun. I never fucked her. Not like Keith and Dave.”

Before I can freak out about the fact that I have a decapitated head inside my freezer and a serial killer upstairs, I walk back to the kitchen and plop on the chair. I reach for the cup.

“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.”

My heart is aching, my clit is throbbing, and my sanity is slowly slipping through my fingers.

I’m full-on humping the mattress while feasting on the sweetest cunt in the universe—my own heaven.

“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.”

“What can I say?” I taunt. “I like to ride dick and bathe in blood.”

“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? Or was it to get my attention?”

“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 haven’t even started moving yet, and you’re already pulsing and strangling my dick, baby.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she snarls, showing me a rare glimpse of her hellcat.

“Our baby will grow up loved and safe. We will raise him or her to be a good person. We will give him or her the tools they need to walk through life.”