Page 102 of Quiet Obsession
“Thank fuck. I doubt we’d make it to my bed.”
She works her mouth into the crook of my neck as I secure her against me and open her room. We barely make it inside before I slam the door and Millie’s back hits another wall.
“We won’t make it to yours either,” I grit out, biting her jaw.
The pressure building at the base of my spine resonates outward, swallowing every instinct and leaving pure, feral want. My cock slots between her thighs, fitting perfectly.Her panties are soaked and it’s my turn to shudder.
“Eli...” she whispers. “Show me how much you hate me.”
“You really think that’s what this is?Hate?” I ask, my voice rougher than my touch. “If I hated you, I wouldn’t be losing my fucking mind.”Over you.Every goddamn day.
She angles her hips, clings to me harder, her body demanding pleasure. I can’t think straight, consumed by one goal: get as deep inside her as I can.
I push my hand between us, thumb her panties aside, and thrust two fingers into her pussy, curling them just so. Millie arches with a gasp. Her eyes close, lips part, and her heartbeat hammers against my chest.
“Who are you this fucking wet for?” I ask, my mouth against her temple, every breath shorter.
“You,” she moans.
That should be enough, but I have every reason for jealousy and the green-eyed monster inside me paws at the dirt. Hyde’s words echo like a gunshot and Noah’s face flashes in my head.
“Yeah? What about Noah?”
“Just you,” she promises, tugging my hair and dragging my face back to kiss me.
“Did he touch you?”
“Did you touch her?” she shoots back.
“You want to know if I fucked Zara?” I pump my fingers inside her faster, obsessed with the way her body reacts each time I drag over her G-spot. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t even kiss her.”
Unlike you. You fuckingkissedmy best friend.
“Now answer the question, Millie,” I demand, eyes roving her face. “Did hetouchyou?”
“He held me while I cried.”
The words knock my heart into a stutter.I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I drop my forehead to hers and for a second, I breathe her in. Relief mixes with self-loathing, but neither feeling has time to overpower this moment because Millie kisses me again and bites my lip so hard I taste my own blood.
“I need you,” she whispers.
Those three little words, the way she whimpers in my arms, how open and gorgeous she looks... it all wakes those feral, possessive urges.
She’s pliant, willing, mine to use.Only mine.
I’m the only man who’s ever touched her like this. She came on my cock, and now I know it was her first, I want more. Fuckingeverything. I want to watch her face as she breaks on my fingers and my tongue.
I want to be the first man she gags on.
Her orgasm builds fast. She’s close, her pussy clenching, begging for release, but I pull my digits out and lick them clean, holding Millie’s gaze.
Her lips curl into a silentoh, cheeks flushing bright pink “Do I—um, is it nice?”
“Don’t go shy on me now. Curious what you taste like?”
She doesn’t reply, but she doesn’t have to. I’ve had plenty of time to learn her gestures. The way her breath quickens when I’m near, the way her fingers spasm againstme, how she presses into me harder, like she’s trying to crawl under my skin.
She doesn’t fully trust me with her words, but she trusts me with her body, and for now, I’ll take that and whatever scraps of sentences she thinks I deserve.
