Devious Obsession

by S. Massery

“I’m going to take what I need from you,” I tell her in a low voice. “And then we’ll focus on the twisted shit you crave.”

“What was it that woke up your sweet little cunt?” I ask in a low voice. “The people in the room who watched you choke on my dick? Or me ordering you around?”

“I’m going to give you a two-minute head start,” I say softly, still pinching her hair in my fingers. “And then I’m going to hunt you down. You’ll know I’m coming. When I catch you, you fight me. Do your worst. And I suppose you should pick a safe word…”

“What are you waiting for?” I bark, my voice suddenly loud and cruel. “Run.”

“You gonna get off like this?” His voice is in my ear again, his weight bearing down on my back. “I want to feel you come knowing that I can twist you any way I want and you’re helpless to stop it. My cock sliding into you is the worst sort of intrusion. The one you want the most and the one you can’t fight off.”

“You have a safe word, little viper.” “Why do you call me that?” He chuckles. “Because you’re going to be the death of me.”

“Because you’re beautiful. Because you’re sin. Because you’re a distraction. And I’ve never hated anyone more than you,” he confesses. He leans forward and presses his lips to my chest.

“Breathe,” he orders, glancing up to look me in the eye. “There will be a time when you won’t be able to, little viper. Like when I force my cock down your throat. So take what oxygen you can now.”

“His jersey, his cum…” I shrug. “Bet you got neither when he fucked you, right?”

I want to see blood. Your blood. On the ice. And if you’re lucky, I’ll kiss it and make it better later.

His face is red, blood coming out of his nose. Suddenly, I don’t want him to lose. I rise from my seat and bang on the glass. I scream, “Fuck him up!” Steele’s brows furrow. He doesn’t look at me, but I swear he hears me. He comes back at the guy twice as hard and somehow gets him onto the ice. The CPU crowd erupts.

Trust is one of those fragile things that may or may not break. And he’s got it for now—somehow. Impossibly. Now I just have to hope he doesn’t smash it—and me—to dust. Because that, I won’t come back from.

“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”

“You’re mine. Okay? Here, there, on fucking Mars. There’s nothing you can say or do that’s going to derail me from you.”

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.”

“Fine,” I huff. “Take me back to your place, you caveman. But I better orgasm at least twice.” His fingers find my ass again, digging in. “Yes, ma’am.”

“I want you to do whatever the fuck you want,” he snaps at me. “If that’s play piano, then great. If that’s graduating with a degree in art or chemical engineering or fucking astrology, whatever. But just know that you’re going to be taken care of no matter what. I’m going to the NHL. I’m going to make a shit ton of money—I already have a shit ton of money, Aspen. Thirty thousand dollars to keep you in school and with a meal plan is a drop in the bucket. I’d give you more if it helps. I’d give you all of it if I thought for a second that you cared about that.” My mouth opens and closes. “I know you don’t, though.” He grasps my upper arms, keeping me steady. “I know you don’t care about money. You care about safety. You care about surviving. But, sweetheart…” His voice cracks. “There’s so much more than that for you.”

“I love you,” he says. “I’m not a wordsmith. Not even close. But I’m so fucking obsessed with you, I can’t stand it. I love you. I’ll love you forever.”