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.” Her nod comes fast, her lips parting. First… a public claiming.

She’s going to feel fantastic when I fuck her. “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?”

She’ll look better when she’s my captive. “What are you waiting for?” I bark, my voice suddenly loud and cruel. “

“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.”

“Your daddy is paying for it,” she finally answers, her lip curling. “In exchange for watching out for you.”

“Every day you stay at CPU, your life will get worse.” I run my finger down her jaw, and a spark of pleasure goes through me when she jerks her head away. “If you leave, it all stops. But if you stay… I’m going to have so much fun tormenting you, sweetheart. Fucking count on that.”

His hold only tightens. “Who’s the stalker now?” “I didn’t tell him anything good,” I retort. “I didn’t tell him that you snuck into my room and fucked me against my will⁠—” “You’re into that, remember?” He runs his nose up the side of my face, into my hair. The action is so sudden, so surprising, that I let it happen. “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.”

“Why?” I grit out, squirming under him. “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.

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

I release my grip on the back of her neck, but she doesn’t automatically pull back. Her teeth catch my lower lip, and she tugs. The little bit of pain doubles the urge to maul her right now. Then she sits back entirely, her face turning red. “We’re together,” I inform her… and the rest of the table. Her brows lower. “Um, I don’t think⁠—” “You’re not going to think about it.” My stomach grumbles. I’ve got practice in an hour, and I’m fucking hungry. So I turn back to my food and dig in, ignoring everyone’s looks.

He just smirks and drags his gray sweatpants up his legs, apparently planning on going commando. “You should go straight home,” I murmur. “I was planning on taking you home,” he says. I lift my shoulder. “Girls will want to ravage you if they see your dick swinging in your gray sweatpants. It’s that season.” “What season?” I roll my eyes. “Gray sweatpants season. Did you buy them with that in mind?” He faces me and cups his dick through the fabric. “So this turns you on?” “No.” I wrinkle my nose. “Never mind.” He smirks. “Uh-huh.” Great. Just what he needs—more ego.

Love it… Gray sweatpants season!!!

“Maybe I’m a little slut because my daddy gave me too much attention,” I whisper against his lips. “Ever think about that?” “No.” He grabs my wrist and tears my hand off his chin. He pins it to the bed next to my head. “No, I didn’t. Is that what happened?”

“Did he tie you up, sweetheart? Put something in your mouth?” He’s stopped moving entirely. There’s more, he knows there’s more. And he doesn’t shy away from it. “He spread your legs. And then what? Did he touch you?”

“I don’t want to talk about this,” I whisper. I don’t have nightmares about my childhood.

“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.” This obsession has gotten out of hand. I know that. She knows that. But I can’t stop—and I won’t.

“Because obsession and love are the same fucking thing. And I’ve been obsessed with you from the start.” He dives back down before I can respond. I’m pretty sure he just told me he loves me. But my mind has blanked. I come, just like he promised. And I’m sure the rest will follow, too.

tear my lips away and kiss down his neck. The tender skin of his throat. “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.” I cup the back of his head and pull back just enough to meet his eyes. To see not only the heat but the warmth. Gone is that cold man who stared me down a few months ago, who threatened to make my life hell—and followed through. “Forever,” I agree.