Page 10 of Love Obscene
If he was waiting for an explanation, he wouldn’t be getting one. I didn’t have one to give, and I didn’t want him to take me back home yet. I remained mute, looking around his house as we walked towards a spiraling staircase.
We went up much quicker than we had come down. I had to move twice as fast to keep up with his long strides. When we reached the door of the room I woke up in, he planted a firm kiss on my cheek, before gently pushing me inside.
“I’ll make dinner up to you.” He flashed me a stoic smile, reaching for the doorknob.
“You’re leaving? You’re locking me in?”
I have questions.
Coming to a standstill, he gave me a look I couldn’t decipher. He muttered something under his breath and stepped into the room, using his back to push the door shut.
If I had been a little more prepared, things might have gone differently. I would have known the night was about to go from calm to life altering for the second time in a row by a man I was foolishly unafraid of.
Chapter Eleven
Hedidn’t give me any warning before making his next move. One second I was standing in front of him, the next he was scooping me up like I was a baby doll.
He carried me across the room and deposited me onto the four poster bed. Bracing himself with one arm, he leaned over me and gently gripped my jaw.
“You might not remember me, but I remember you. You’re mine, Katie. You’ve been mine for a very long time.” He dragged the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip, repeating the motion on the upper one.
I lay beneath him, immobilized. My heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it were going to burst from my chest. He sounded so sincere.
“What are you–?”
He shushed me, leaning down and pressing his lips on mine. They were smooth – soft. Just like I imagined they would be. His breath smelled like the alcohol he had just consumed.
I wasn’t sure what to do. Pressing my head back into the mattress only made him increase his mouth’s pressure. When I attempted to push against his chest, he grabbed hold of my wrists, hard enough to bruise.
He caught my whimper with his mouth, slipping his tongue between my parted lips. Whipping my head back and forth, I tried to break away. His amused laughter caused the first onslaught of tears to gather in my eyes.
“I’ve pictured this scene inside my head a million different times.” He rubbed his nose across mine, adjusting so that my wrists were pinned above my head.
“Please let me go,” I breathed out, sounding much calmer than I felt. He looked down at me, clucking his tongue and shaking his head.
“I can’t let you go, Katie-Kat. Not when I’ve waited so long to take you.” His green hues tracked my tears as they began to roll down my face.
“I love hearing you beg, but you’re prettier when you cry,” he sighed, trailing his tongue from my jaw to where the tears fell, licking them from my left cheek and then the right. It was unexplainable how I found comfort in what he was doing.
“Whatever life you knew, it’s gone. There’s nothing outside these walls you need to believe in anymore.” As he spoke, he slowly ran his hand up my leg.
When I felt something hard against my apex, my stomach knotted into a painful ball of apprehension.
“Mason,” I pleaded again, desperately trying to pull my wrists free.
“You can make this hurt a little, or hurt a lot. Either way, your legs will be spread.” His tone was matter-of-fact. Certain and cocky. My initial observation of him was proving to be spot on.
“Why are you doing this?” I half hiccupped the first part in the midst of a silent sob, pulling myself together enough to get out the rest. I didn’t want to cry in front of him; it made me feel like I was giving him some power.
Maybe you are. Maybe you should. Why are you fighting something that could be good?
Shaking my head, I searched his face, trying to understand his motive. A man that looked like him didn’t need to do this.
He slid his hand between my legs and pulled my underwear to the side, running his fingers over my curls before easing two inside me.
There was a feeling of discomfort, but it wasn’t overly painful. I could feel everything he was doing. Every push in and pull out.
He placed kisses on my cheeks, nipping my lower ear lobe and keeping my wrists pinned down. My breathing was getting heavier; I started having to remind myself to exhale. I tried to understand the sensations and emotions hitting me all at once. I knew basic things about sex. I knew his fingers were being coated with my juices, based purely on my body’s reaction.
