Page 112 of Devious Obsession
“You thinking of what your father did to you?” His eyes bore into mine. “Because newsflash, Aspen. I’m. Not. Him.”
He punctuates each word with a thrust, and my eyes roll back at the feel of it. He shifts again, his movements getting softer.
There’s heat on my pubic bone. I don’t know why it catches my attention, but I focus on it for a second—until Steele’s fingers close around my nipple.
My back arches as much as I can—but we’re practically smashed together anyway. He kisses a path down my jaw, my throat, to my other breast. He sucks and licks at my nipple, and shocks of energy flutter straight to my core. He twists the other one, tugging on it.
Pain.
Pleasure.
I close my eyes and yank on my wrists again. “Tell me what you did.”
“Drugged you,” he admits to my chest. “Fucked you.Claimed you.”
The words bounce around my skull.
“You’re so fucked up,” I whisper.
“I know.”
His hand leaves my nipple and runs down my body. Over my curves, over my hip. He touches my clit just the way I like, and I curse him in my head for knowing my body so well. Like he really does own it.
He brings me to the cusp of an orgasm and then pulls away.
Entirely.
His cock slides out of me, his fingers leave my clit. He’s right over me, there butnot. Not touching me at all.
“I need something from you, Aspen,” he says.
“What?” I gasp. I pull at my wrists, my legs.
Useless.
He touches my clit with the lightest brush, and I shiver. Goosebumps rise on my skin.
“Tell me that you’re mine, body and spirit. That you’re going to let meall the way in.”
My brows furrow.
Haven’t I done that? Haven’t I said I was his? And every time I do, bad shit happens. He can claim me all he wants, but this—druggingme—is going too far.
This is too much.
“You can’t torture me into agreeing to be yours,” I argue. “And every time you hurt me, it makes me hate you more.”
He smiles. “Hate? Your body has already admitted to enjoying what I do to you, little viper. It’s just a matter of your mind following… and if that means breaking it, I’ll do that.”
I shake my head.
He leans down and kisses my pubic bone, and I wince.
Why does that hurt?
I try to straighten enough to see it—stupid boobs, stupid stomach getting in the way—but the way he has me restrained, I can’t see it.
My heart thumps. Skips.
