Page 8 of Devious Obsession
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear. His teeth score my neck, his nose brushing my jaw.
When he pulls away, I throw my head forward.
My forehead cracks into his cheek, and he reels back.
Momentarily stunned.
I lurch to my feet and stagger away from him again, a small smile coming to my lips. My wrists are bound, making my run awkward, but I still do it. Still force myself to hurry away from him.
Picking the joker was a gamble. Erik, the host, had already confessed to me that he had picked the king. Like he expected me to choose it just for him, or something.
If you want to stay, you have to play the game…
I didn’t want to leave, so I picked a card. But I didn’t want Erik, so I avoided that second king like it was poison. Besides, my stranger gave me butterflies the first time we locked eyes. Well before I chose the card and sealed our fate.
The football player who was hanging out with the girls I just met, too, seemed to think I’d be interested in picking what he did. He went so far as to show it to me, the nine of spades looking impressively dull in his palm.
But then my stranger scaredhimaway, and my heart did some weird skip and jump.
When’s the last time anyone fought that hard for my attention?
He’s behind me now, running just slow enough to avoid catching me. And I wonder why until we hit the tree line again, and suddenly he’s on me. He crashes into me, driving me to the ground facedown.
My forearms hit first, then the rest of my body. The airwhooshesout of my lungs. Before I can get my bearings, he has my shorts and underwear pulled down to my knees, and he straddles my thighs. I scramble at the ground, but all I manage to do is slide my bound hands forward. Over my head.
He grips the back of my neck, his fingers curling into my skin. He forces me harder into the dirt, completely stretched out underneath him. The cool air touches my bare ass.
A low groan slips past my teeth, and I feel him shift above me.
I give one more attempt to throw him off, and he presses more weight on my neck.
He leans down and bites my shoulder.
The pain is unexpected, blooming through me. It feels like he’s going to rip a chunk out of me. And then he thrusts into me, and I almost scream. I should’ve expected the intrusion. I should’ve been ready for it, because Iaskedfor this to happen. And yet, everything about this has sent me spiraling.
“You’re soaked,” he says in my ear. “You’re a fucking slut for this, aren’t you?”
He pulls out and pushes back into me, my legs forced together making him seem too big, too thick. Each thrust stretches me wide, splitting me open. His pace increases, and the way he grinds into me has me moaning. The noises escape without my permission. I’m glad he waited until we had the cover of the trees to do this, especially after our public exploit earlier.
The spikes of pleasure are intertwined with pain. The rocks under my body, the bite mark on my shoulder that my stranger keeps returning to. His hand on the back of my neck. The undeniable pulse between my legs that keeps getting stronger.
“You gonna get off like this?” His voice is in my ear again, his weight bearing down on my back. “I want to feel you come knowing that I can twist you any way I want and you’re helpless to stop it. My cock sliding into you is the worst sort of intrusion. The one you want the most and the one you can’t fight off.”
Fuck. I squeeze my eyes shut, absorbing his words.
The pleasure is building, climbing toward the impossible.
Before I can get there, he stills inside me and comes. He hisses a breath out, pumping a few more times before pulling out. He doesn’t climb off me, though. He seems to hesitate, his weight on my thighs.
And then his finger runs up my center, and I shiver. Everything is sensitive. My skin, my core. My clit aches for him to touch me.
“I didn’t use a condom, sweetheart,” he says, his finger thrusting back into me.
“What?” I gasp.
I knew.
In the back of my mind, I knew.
