Page 119 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
With a sigh, I glanced around the entrance, reminiscing about the first time I set foot in this house. It was strange how almost familiar it felt to me now. It even seemed to carry more warmth than my own home, which suddenly seemed cold by comparison.
“Are you ready?” Jared called out to me as he came down the stairs, holding something in his hand.
“Yes,” I replied.
He came to a halt right in front of me, extending a yellow envelope—a color I knew would forever induce cold sweats in me.
"Is this...?" I began.
"Take it," he urged.
I obliged, draping my bag over my arm as I unsealed the envelope. Inside, I found the contract, but there was more to it. I turned it over, and a USB drive slipped out.
“How do I know you don’t have backup files?” I questioned, holding up the USB.
“I guess you’ll just have to trust me.”
“We don’t trust each other,” I reminded him.
He nodded. “No, we don’t.”
A prolonged silence loomed between us, but I refrained from insisting on seeing his laptop. Instead, I chose to do something neither of us had ever attempted before—I decided to trust him. Placing the USB drive back into the envelope, I nodded at him.
"Let's go."
I turned and we headed to the garage, where we hopped into his car. The drive passed much quicker than I'd hoped, and when my house finally appeared in view, my heart quickened its pace. Jared was familiar with the gate code, so we pulled rightup, parking in front of my house. However, he surprised me by turning off the car.
“Are you coming inside?” I asked, confused.
He didn't respond to my question. Instead, he silently exited the car, and a part of me didn't want him to leave so abruptly, so I followed suit and stepped out of the car, making my way toward my house. I unlocked the front door with my keys. The house seemed unusually quiet, more hushed than it had ever been. Stepping into this house, a place I had personally chosen and decorated, felt peculiar.
Jared followed me as I entered, closing the door behind him without a word. I refrained from commenting on it and proceeded to the next floor, heading into the bedroom. I paused for a moment, my gaze fixed on the bed where he had first taken me.
Even now, I still craved it—the desire for him lingered, refusing to fade. Every moment, I yearned for him, even when I convinced myself otherwise, even when I lied to myself, claiming to despise it. The problem lay in my inability to have it, and that was why I could never truly leave him alone. It was a pitiable reality, and I berated myself silently.
Then, suddenly, I felt Jared's presence pressing against me. His fingers brushed my hair aside, and his warm breath grazed my neck. I couldn't fathom why he was touching me. The contract had expired. It was over. Yet, I didn't instruct him to cease. I simply yearned for a few more precious minutes.
His lips pressed against the back of my ear, sending delightful shivers through me.
“Jared…” I whispered, savoring the ability to simply call him by his name without fear of consequences.
He took my bag, sliding it off my arm and tossing the envelope onto the bed. Then he spun me around, and I saw the determination in his eyes, burning with intense desire.
“W-We can’t,” I stammered.
He raised an eyebrow in confusion, and I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment.
“I-I started my period this morning. It’s a good day to end it all,” I whispered, revealing my vulnerability.
Yet Jared didn’t let me go. Instead, he pulled me closer to him, and his lips descended on mine in a powerful kiss that made my toes curl.
“One last time,” he whispered against my lips, and deep down, I knew he was right.
We only had one last time. So I summoned my courage and pushed him back gently. He released his hold on me, no longer having the power to command me. I swiftly discarded my shirt, tossing it aside before removing my pants. He smiled, removing his jacket, and then I made my way to the bathroom, turning on the shower.
I heard him following me, and I shed my underwear before stepping into the shower. He joined me inside, and I turned to face him. His hands found my hips, pressing me against the sleek black tiles before his lips found mine again. I wrapped my arms around him, feeling as though I couldn’t get him close enough.
His hand moved down my body, slipping between my legs. His fingers delved into my throbbing pussy, and I pushed down onto him, craving more, needing more.
