Page 65 of Quiet Obsession
Not much, a few specks on my thighs and pussy, a bit more on his cock, but the message is clear. He knows exactly what he took. What Igavehim.
His dark eyes snap to mine, jaw clenched tight. “Tell me this isn’t what I fucking think it is.”
I sit up, adjusting my panties, body still humming pleasantly with the aftermath of the orgasm, but my head’s far from calm.
What am I supposed to say?
I don’t know what he wants from me. This is the first time I’ve felt like I’m not drowning since I woke up at the hospital, machines beeping around my bed. It’s the first time I’ve felt like maybe, just maybe, I can move on. Like I’m strong enough to do so, but Creed looks furious, and anxiety slithers through my heart.
“You...” He breaks off, and then, as if electrified, he scoots away, tucking his cock into his pants. “You were a fuckingvirgin?”
I flinch at the accusation in his tone.
He doesn’t just sound mad.... he sounds betrayed.
I reach for my leggings, tugging them on while Creed towers over me, chest heaving, hands ripping his hair.
“You should’ve fucking told me, Millie. What the hell were you thinking, letting me touch you like that?”
My sports bra is in the other room, so I cover myself with both hands, the magic of the moment long gone.
“Say something,” he snaps, hauling me up and shaking my shoulders. “Fuckingtalk, Millie! Why did you let me touch you?”
Because I wanted it. I wantedhim. I could’ve told him I’ve never had sex, but I wanted the pain so I could endure. He has no idea how much strength he ignites within me without trying.
A dark, maniacal laugh bubbles from his chest, his eyes cold as he gets in my face. “You let me fuck you,” he seethes. “Let mehurtyou. But you won’t let me hear your voice, right?”
He stalks away, marching right out of the equipment closet and straight toward the boxing bags, his bare fists connecting with the leather.
“Fuck! You’re really messed up, baby, you know that?”
His muscles shift, flex, and I watch him lose control, hammering the bag as if channeling his rage onto that is all he can do not to channel it onto me.
I can’t help the disappointed tears gathering in my eyes.
I wanted him to be my first. I loved every second. I’mfine.
But he’s furious and won’t even look at me now.
As quickly as I can, I pull on my bra, then my hoodie, and shoulder my bag, shame heating my cheeks.
Shameandanger because how dare he act like I’ve tricked him? Like I forced him to do something against hiswill? Like this wasn’t what we both wanted?
Pushing the door open, I look over my shoulder, my voice ringing loud and clear.
“I hate you, Creed.”
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Creed
I hate you, Creed.
Yeah, the feeling’s mutual, baby.
Not Eli anymore. Rightly so. Eli’s the good guy and she didn’t get him in the equipment room. She got Creed.
I lie in my bed, staring at the ceiling, both hands grasping the sheets as if that’ll keep me here. It’s been hours since I left the gym and skipped classes for the day.
