Page 102 of Devious Obsession
He thrusts into me. I’m slick already, but the stretch of his length, combined with my near-orgasm he left me hanging on, undoes me.
My eyes close, and my muscles tremble, riding a cresting wave. Two hard strokes inside me, and I shatter completely.
I cry out. He captures my lower lip between his teeth. The pain slips into pleasure.
What sort of fucked-up person am I toenjoypain?
“I know, sweetheart,” Steele whispers, nipping my ear. “I know what you crave—and it’s not sex on a soft mattress. You want to be fucked on the ground. Taken from behind like an animal.” His voice is hoarse, his movements slowing. “You need dirty, and you need to hurt. You need to be stuffed full of cock that you’re not sure you entirely want, like a little slut that Daddy didn’t pay enough attention to as a child.”
I grip his chin before I can register making the conscious thought to do so. I drag his face closer, his dark eyes boring into mine. Sometimes I feel like he can see right through me… and other times, I want him to lookintome.
“Maybe I’m a little slut because my daddy gave me too much attention,” I whisper against his lips. “Ever think about that?”
“No.” He grabs my wrist and tears my hand off his chin. He pins it to the bed next to my head. “No, I didn’t. Is that what happened?”
I blink.
Breathe.
His eyes go impossibly darker. “Did he tie you up, sweetheart? Put something in your mouth?” He’s stopped moving entirely. There’s more, he knows there’s more. And he doesn’t shy away from it. “He spread your legs. And then what? Did he touch you?”
“I don’t want to talk about this,” I whisper.
I don’t have nightmares about my childhood.
I don’t have lingering trauma—unless something like what Steele did to me triggers it. In everyday, ordinary life, I’m fine. Normal. Happy.
“You are going to talk about this, Aspen. Because knowing what happened to you lets me inside you just a little bit more—and I won’t stop until I’m buried so deep in your bones that I’m impossible to remove.”
I shudder.
What’s worse is my body’s reaction. My skin prickles, my core tightens. I’m sure he feels the way I clench around him.
“Tell me, and I’ll be yours forever. Just let me in, viper.”
My gaze slides away from his.
“Tell me, Aspen.”
“Soft. Everything was soft and slow,” I gasp, trying to break his hold on my wrist. A yank, two—it does nothing. “He’d leave me tied up for hours in the dark, and I’d cry and plead, and nothing ever worked.”
I can’t believe I’m telling him this.
My wrists wrapped in his silk ties. My legs held open with padded cuffs, each secured to the corners of my mattress. The flash of a camera, sometimes, or just a red blinking dot in the dark. A piece of rubber in my mouth. My tongue would loll against it, and sometimes it felt like I couldn’t get a breath in. Especially when my nose clogged, when the tears burned my eyes and panic overrode my senses.
I stare up at him, and part of me wants to believe him. But the other part is sure that he’ll run away from me and never look back. “Everything is warped in my memory. His face staring down at me, the flashes of his camera. I don’t know what else, but it’s not anything a kid should know about, much less be forced to endure. I was six when it started, Steele.Six.”
He doesn’t. Fucking. Flinch.
And for some reason, that pisses me off.
Like he doesn’t give a shit that my father is the worst piece of trash on the planet?
I yank at my wrists again, just wanting himoffme. I thrash with my whole body, harder than I’ve ever fought him. My hand slips from his grasp, and before I can latch on to reason, I punch him in the face.
He growls and rears back. His cock slides out of me, and the sudden loss creates a newfound ache.Whyam I so messed up?
I scramble off the bed, falling to the carpeted floor. The hotel room is foreign, dark, and it’s hard to get my bearings. Didn’t need them up until now. But I spy the open door to the bathroom and rush for it.
