Page 22 of Devious Obsession
My hand on her back, between her shoulder blades, forces her the rest of the way. We’re in the strip of light coming through the window from the streetlight, and her pale, smooth skin is glowing. Her cheek touches the carpet, her hands press to the floor on either side of her head. She makes a low noise when I slide into her again, my cock now so hard it’s painful. There are marks on her ass. Handprints.
She never answered my question about birth control.
I thought about that after I left the party. How I asked and she didn’t reply.
Guess we’ll find out.
My balls tighten, and I lean farther over her. My weight keeps her pinned, and I chase my release. It’s pleasure to the point of pain, and I groan when my climax hits. I still inside her, filling her with my cum.
“No condom,” I whisper in her ear, when the residual tremors have subsided. When I can form words again.
I pull out and find my shorts, dragging them up over my wet length. I have half a mind to make her lick it clean, but she hasn’t moved from her position on the floor. I stare down at her for a second, my head tilting.
“Roll over,” I say.
She moves slowly. Methodically. Muscles bunching, weight shifting. She ends up on her back. Her eyes are filled with tears.
She looks so fucking perfect like that. With my cum in her pussy, already leaking out. Her expression is broken.
“I’ll do this to you every night,” I promise her. “I’ll be your own personal demon.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re the enemy.”Simple.
I step over her and straddle the windowsill, casting one long look back at her. This is the last time I’ll take the window, that’s for fucking sure. Because this is the last time she’ll leave it unlocked.
But that’s okay. I have her keys, and I’ll make copies. I’ll sneak in when she’s away and imprint myself in this entire fucking apartment, just to make sure she’ll never escape me.
I put the screen back, leaving her to close the glass from the other side. I pocket her keys and sling my bag over my shoulder, and I smile to myself. Satisfied for the first time in six fucking months.
5
ASPEN
Imiss a note for the seventeenth time. The same fucking note.
I slam my hands on the keys, and the sound is harsh. Loud in the small practice room. I do it again, trying not to flinch this time. It doesn’t work, so I let the sound fade into silence. The room is still, everything paused, except for my ragged breathing.
Steele has me rattled.
I check my phone and scan the email I received this morning from his father, asking for an update. He hasn’t received a reply back from his last two emails—because I’d been too busy avoiding any mention of Steele O’Brien without actually knowing who he was. But now, if I don’t give him something, then he’ll have no choice but to stop payments next semester.
I’m aninvestment, and those often get cut if they’re not turning a profit.
The threat isn’t even fucking veiled.
But I can’t tell him something about Steele that I don’t know, so I type a quick reply to give him the basics. He goes to hockey practice, he goes to classes. He doesn’t flirt with any girls or go to any parties.
It’s not going to be enough.
I toss my phone on top of my bag, out of my reach on the floor, and take a deep breath. And then I run through the piece again, from the top.
And I miss the note again.
I rise suddenly, the bench tipping over. I grab the sheet music and rip the pages from the stand. They flutter to the floor around me. Tears burn my eyes, and a lump forms in my throat. Before I know it, the sob wrenches out of me.
“Aspen?”
