Page 111 of Quiet Obsession
“You can fucking have me, but while I’m yours...” I say, my mouth dragging along her jaw before I press my thumb beneath her chin and tilt her head back. “I won’t just take your body. I’ll take what you’re hiding behind that silence too.”
I don’t give her time to change her mind.
She should’ve thought about that before she knocked on my door. I lift her into my arms and grasp her jaw and tilt her head so I can kiss her harder.
We’re both panting, breathless, but nowhere near done.
I press her further into the door, one hand under her butt, the other on her cheek, and this time, she bites my lip,then inches away to catch her breath.
“Not yet,” I whisper, latching onto her neck to draw a line of open-mouthed kisses up to her lips. “Not yet.” I suck her lower lip between my teeth, pressing down hard, my cock twitching against the zipper. “Don’t stop.”
She doesn’t bat an eye, doing exactly as she’s told, and a light bulb flickers inside my head.
Dash is expecting us at eight o’clock sharp... but that’s forty minutes away. I can spend them testing a theory.
Adjusting my grip, I yank Millie away from the wall, a tremor passing through me when she wraps her arms around my neck. In three strides, we’re at the foot of my bed and I drop her, watching her bounce off my sheets.
Fuck, she looks perfect here.
I follow her down, bracing on both elbows, one hand at her throat, the other palming her hip through the denim of her jeans. She exhales a shaky breath, melting into the mattress.
I kiss her, sweeping my tongue along the seam of her mouth and she opens, weaving her fingers into the short hairs at the back of my head. I groan into the kiss, then swallow her soft gasp, the sound stripping me of any inhibition. Her hips press into mine and I feel the heat of her pussy grinding over my straining cock.
“Don’t move,” I grit out, latching onto her neck.
She stills beneath me, melting into the mattress andfuck...
I thought hard, rough sex was what she needed, butmaybe I had this figured out all wrong...
Whenever I remove her autonomy, she calms down in a flash. It happened back when I told her to sit and eat. Then when I told her to punch the bag harder. And several times in between.
It’s control she craves, not pain.
“Arms up,” I bite out.
Again, she doesn’t hesitate, and something darkly dominating unfurls in my chest as I watch her obey. Her sweater rides up, exposing a sliver of bare stomach. I make quick work of pulling it off and tossing it aside.
She’s left in her bra, goosebumps speckling her ribs. The muscles in her abdomen tighten under my gaze. I latch onto her throat, my mouth moving over her skin.
Taking my sweet time, I drag my lips along the line beneath her ear, then lower, drunk on every tremble running through her.
“Eli.” She whacks my chest, wrapping one leg around my waist. “Stop playing.”
I grab her neck, squeezing until her cheeks flush. “No acting out, baby. Behave and do as you’re told. I saiddon’t move.”
Her eyes widen, desire swimming in those extraordinary pupils. Loosening my hold, I watch her inhale as I reach around, forcing her leg to the mattress.
My cock pulses, trapped and aching against the zipper of my jeans, the friction almost unbearable. I roll my hips forward once, letting her feel exactly what she does to me.
“More,” she breathes, canting her hips. “Please...”
I unhook her bra and her breasts spill out, bouncing lightly, the pink of her nipples my favorite shade. I suck one into my mouth, flicking the candy-hard peak with my tongue, and close my lips, marking her.
A moan rips from her mouth, snapping my patience. I whip myself up, strip the rest of her clothes off, and fall back down, pressing my cock between her legs.
We both gasp at the contact. She’s soaked and acting out again, both hands on my back, nails drawing long lines.
I grab a fistful of her blonde hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat. She shudders beneath me and heat fills my insides. The need for her, that clawing fucking desire, takes over. I cuff her wrists with one hand and pin them above her head.
