Page 69 of Devious Obsession
And then… I don’t know what else to do. Leaving feels wrong.
Staying feels wrong, too.
But I want to understand, so I circle the bed and crawl in behind her. I drag her into my side and brush her hair out of her face, then drape my arm over her hip.
And I watch her breathing even out, and she disappears into sleep. I try to join her, but I only manage a few hours before I have to get up. I leave her curled in bed and step outside, checking my phone.
It’s blowing up. Texts from Violet, from Willow. Everyone demanding to know where Aspen is. I reply that she’s fine, that she’s with me, although my gut squirms. I’m not sure she is fine. Or that she’s here with me, at all.
I grab a few water bottles from the fridge and head back upstairs. I can hear sound coming from Knox’s room, and more from Miles’. Good to know they’re back, I guess. I turn my phone off and head back into my room, setting the water within Aspen’s reach. I keep the lamp on my side of the bed on, because if she wakes up in dark again… it just doesn’t seem like the best idea. Then I settle in behind her and doze off, waiting for her to come back to me.
Because she has to.
Right?
When she eventually wakes, she panics. She flails, and it takes me a second too long to reach for her. Her knuckles catch my cheek. The force cuts my cheek against my teeth, and the metallic taste of blood fills my mouth. I catch her wrists and force her upright.
Her chest heaves, her eyes wild.
She snarls at me.
I shove the blankets off us. They slide onto the floor, leaving both of us sitting without protection. She curls her legs under her, and I mirror her. Until we’re both kneeling on the bed, her wrists in my grip.
But then I release her.
“Show me how you feel,” I demand.
She launches at me. I guess I should’ve expected it, but she bowls into me and knocks me off-balance. We crash to the side, and she propels us off the bed. I land hard on my back, and it takes a second for air to return to my lungs. As soon as I do, though, she’s on top of me. She wraps her hands around my throat and squeezes, cutting off my air.
My heart thrashes as I look up at the gorgeous girl straddling my chest.
I rub my hand along her bare thighs.
Best not to tell her that I’m harder than a rock right now, and I wouldn’t even mind this death.
My lungs sear. I resist the urge to knock her off me. She won’t kill me—and I deserve this. She finally releases her tight grip, and I take a gasping breath. She drags her nails down my throat. Pain follows.
I can’t seem to tear my gaze off her face. She’s furious.
Rightly so.
I hold her hips and move her backward, off my chest, and my erection brushes her ass.
Her brows furrow.
“Show me how you feel,” I say again. “Everything.”
She lets out a little noise, a roar too small for the animosity she feels, and tears my shirt down the middle. I stare at it, then her. There’s blood on her fingernails. The wetness pools on my throat, and a drop of it slides down toward my neck.
I move my hands to her thighs. She inches backward and frees my cock from my sweatpants and boxers. She fists it and strokes me once, twice. She’s fucking brutal, but my balls tighten in reaction all the same. The pain and lust feel good wrapped up together.
But there’s something missing.
I grip her chin without warning, dragging her face toward mine. I sit up at the same time and force her mouth open.
I spit into her mouth.
She stares at me. Those green eyes are going to be the death of me, because her jaw works. Not swallowing, though. She rips free and leans down, letting her spit and mine drip onto my dick.
