Page 31 of Obsession (Dark Revenge)
“Jared...”
“There isn’t a compassionate part of me that will let you escape this. I want an answer now!”
“But I answered!”
“You lied. Now give me the truth,” I demanded, my grip on her throat tightening.
“Please...”
“Answer me!” I applied even more pressure to her throat, and she continued to sob. However, amidst her tears, she started to confess. Initially, her voice trembled, making it difficult to hear, so I shook her forcefully and yelled at her again. Eventually, she broke in front of me.
“He got her pregnant!” she screamed back.
It felt as though the world had come to a standstill, time frozen in its tracks as Alison continued to cry before me. However, I soon realized that these were not tears of guilt. They were the tears of a pain too deep to be contained. It was her heart, releasing the gut-wrenching agony it had held inside for far too long.
“What did you say?” I asked, even though I had already heard her.
“He got her pregnant,” she whispered, her gaze fixed on the ground in front of us. My grip on her throat loosened. “I couldn’t do it... but she could.”
I took a step back, granting Alison some much-needed space. She brought her hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her sobs. As she composed herself, I noticed what made Alison almost unbeatable in many ways. She gathered her strength, suppressing her pain, but I saw an opportunity before me.
Extending my hand, she flinched, anticipating another throat grip, but my intention was different. I placed my hand gently on her cheek, caressing the damp skin. This gesture caused her to crumble even further, tears streaming down her face as I offered a bit of warmth. Slowly, I drew her closer to me, letting herlean against my chest, her weight shifting toward me. I held her close, allowing her to cry, gently stroking her hair in a soothing manner, all without uttering a word or taking any further action.
Alison’s husband was undoubtedly a scumbag, but it appeared that he was not a rapist. Alison possessed a remarkable talent for concealing her secrets, but I hadn’t delved deeply into her husband’s affairs. My primary aim was to ensure her secrets authenticity so I could use them against Alison. I didn’t need to know about his involvement in someone else’s pregnancy. Nevertheless, the information she had provided was powerful, and she had confessed while being recorded.
I extended my hand once more, switching off the recording before I was asked to save or delete it. I hesitated as I considered my options, but eventually, I chose to delete it. I convinced myself that it held little value. I placed the phone back in my pocket and wrapped my arm around Alison once more.
Today, a brutal battle had raged between us, and I emerged victorious. However, the sweet taste of victory did not feel pleasing as it usually did. Perhaps that would change in time. Alison would remember this moment more vividly than anything else, and she would come to realize that I could be a source of comfort as well. She would no longer need anyone else but me.
I played with Alison’s long hair, oddly captivated by it for some reason. It still carried a faint scent of vanilla, as if her perfume had melded seamlessly with her natural aroma. Or perhaps I had always found it mesmerizing. It constantly cascaded right before my face when we were younger, and even now, my nose wasalmost buried within its soft strands as I toyed with the tips of her hair.
Despite the fact that Alison lay on my chest in silence, still dressed in that peculiar outfit, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly. I felt a sense of triumph knowing that I had made the formidable Alison cling to me as if her life depended on it. Finally, I had found a chink in her armor, a vulnerability to exploit. Initially, I had been concerned that I wouldn’t derive any pleasure from it, as the reality had differed from my expectations. Yet, slowly, the satisfaction was beginning to emerge. I relished in it now, savoring the moment, despite the fact that I was growing a bit hungry as dinnertime approached.
“Are you hungry?” I inquired.
She didn’t respond, and I wondered if she had fallen asleep. However, when I inched forward slightly, she emitted a small noise of acknowledgment before clutching me tighter. My smile widened. I decided that dinner could wait a little while longer. I didn’t want to break the spell just yet. So, I continued toying with the tips of her long hair. It remained incredibly smooth, and I was glad that she took good care of it.
While I enjoyed tousling it, lying here, I wanted to appreciate its velvety texture, its near-perfection. Well, almost perfection. There was still that one small strand that was shorter than the rest, and I used it to lightly graze the skin of my hand before teasing Alison’s neck with it. She shifted slightly, and it caused me to chuckle, as it was apparent that it tickled her a little. I brought the short strand back, inhaling its scent before simply playing with it between my fingers. It was a peaceful moment where I could just exist, knowing that I had the fierce Alison lying atop me, her complete surrender giving me immense satisfaction.
However, as a few more minutes passed, my hunger grew stronger, and I needed to redress my wounds after taking a much-needed shower.
“Are you absolutely certain you’re not hungry?” I asked her.
“What if I were?” she whispered, her tone devoid of attitude, merely inquiring.
“In that case, I would fetch us some food.”
She shifted so she could gaze up at me.
“I don’t have to cook?” she inquired.
I shook my head. “I’ll go get it.”
Alison appeared utterly drained, struggling even to rise from my chest. Eventually, she managed to do so and, with a faint nod, agreed for me to fetch some food. In that moment, she looked perfect, a disheveled mess that I wasn’t sure she could ever fully recover from. She had confessed a secret she had desperately tried to keep hidden, and now the last person in the world she wanted to know knew about it. This was the blow I needed to deliver in order to completely transform Alison. She would soon start craving my presence.
As I left the bed, I leaned closer, grasping her chin to tilt her head back. I planted a soft kiss on her lips, and she pressed against me, yearning for more of me, seeking the warmth I could provide. However, I withdrew quickly. She moaned her compliance, and I gently stroked her cheek.
“Behave, and I’ll give you another when I return.”
