Page 4 of Devious Obsession
“Anything goes?” Her throat moves when she swallows. “What does that mean to you?”
There’s a beast roaring under my skin to show her exactly how tonight is going to go. My dick is hard, throbbing against my zipper, in anticipation of what we’re about to do.
“I’m going to take what I need from you,” I tell her in a low voice. “And then we’ll focus on the twisted shit you crave.”
Her nod comes fast, her lips parting.
First… a public claiming.
Because I still feel eyes on her. The football player, pissed he didn’t get her. Some of Erik’s friends, their gazes lingering on her ass. Erik himself, only two cards off from her.
She’s the bombshell in the room. Fresh blood, too, makes her all the more attractive.
Couples have already broken off, but others are lingering. Talking, discussing.Boundariesand all that. The sort of thing healthy relationships thrive on.
I wouldn’t know.
I undo my pants, my fly going down and immediately relieving the pressure. Now all that’s shielding my dick is my boxers, the thin fabric doing little to hide my length.
She eyes my groin, her lower lip working between her teeth. Bite any harder, and she’ll cut it open. She doesn’t make a noise when I force her to her knees and take hold of her hair.
It’s embarrassing how hard I am for her. And how much I want to prove to everyone who wants to look at her that she’smine.
“Take it out,” I order, my voice dark. “And I’ll make sure no one ever looks at you twice.”
She swallows and nods once. Her silky hair pulls through my fingers, and I fight the urge to tighten my grip.
Her lips part, and her gaze flicks back up to mine. There’s dare a written there.
“Is this all you’ve got?” she whispers.
And then her mouth is on me, and it takes everything in my power not to physically react.
I brace my hand on the wall, leaning forward as she swirls her tongue around me. Tasting me. I push my hips forward, testing her reaction, and her throat closes around my tip.
Fuck.
She gags but keeps going, her hands creeping up to hold my thighs. That damn card is still in her grasp, her palm pressing it into my leg. It’s taunting me, urging me to take whatever the fuck I want from her.
My hold on her head tightens, controlling her pace. Thrusting so deep she chokes again, then withdrawing. Relishing her little gasps of air before it’s cut off again, the way her saliva drips down her lips.
And when her eyes flutter closed, I glance over my shoulder at the remaining people in the room. Erik is watching us—and he’s not the only one.
The girl on my cock, however, seems to have read my mind… or maybe she likes the idea of an audience. Because her movements get more exaggerated, a moan humming through her throat. Her hands move higher. She digs her nails into my ass.
It turns me on, too. I meet Erik’s gaze and sneer at him. His girl stands at his side, her focus on him.Waiting.
“Kind of busy here, asshole,” I grunt, flexing my hips forward and eliciting that lovely choking noise from her again. “What the fuck is your problem?”
“She…” His jaw works.
He’s annoying. And a bastard. But he’s not as sick as me or my friends. Greyson or Knox would’ve enjoyed the show. Probably.
Or maybe I’m the only sick one in that regard.
He shakes his head and turns away.
Doesn’t matter—she’s got a magic mouth. And as soon as I turn my attention back down to her, my grip on her hair tightens. I take over control, fucking her face. I half expect her to tap out, to shove me away, but she doesn’t.
