Page 50 of Secret Obsession
“Open your eyes,” he orders.
I don’t want to, I don’t want to—
“Open,” he bites out.
I do. I’m having an out-of-body experience, and my gaze locks in on his face. His fingers tighten on my jaw, digging into my cheek and forcing my lips apart.
What I’m not prepared for is his spit.
In.
My.
Mouth.
He covers my mouth again and jerks his hips forward, and I cry out against his palm. My tongue blocks my throat. I’m unwilling to swallow his spit, although I feel it in my mouth like a second invasion.
We stay like that for a moment. My arms around his neck, his palm on my mouth. His dick spearing me.
I shake my head as more tears spill from my eyes.
Fuck him, fuck this. It doesn’t change anything between us. Or how I felt about his brother. Or how fucking broken I am that all I want is to hide my head in the sand.
Knox made a fool out of me—won’t Miles do the same?
Hasn’t he already begun?
I pull my arms up off his neck, using my forearms to try and put some distance between us. My fingers press against his face, brushing his lips.
It feels like he’s kissing them.
“Shh,” he whispers. “It’s me. Got it? You know me.”
I don’t want to know you.
He pulls out suddenly and rolls me over, dragging my hips up. I catch myself on my elbows, my lips parting. In one motion, he slides back into me. His piercings hit just the right spot, and it feels better than before—but I can’t keep him out. I clench my muscles, grinding my teeth together. His one hand returns to my jaw, creeping across my cheek and covering my mouth. He doesn’t let me bury my face in the pillow, as if I could hide and just get this over with.
I’m kept in the present.
His other wraps under me, palming my breast.
“You’ve got me everywhere,” he says, and I think he means it to be reassuring. Or soothing. His voice is soft. “It had to happen. We need this, okay? Just take my cock like a good girl.”
“Miles—”
“My cock is the only one you’re ever going to feel,” he continues, drawing out and slamming back in. Hard enough that my whole bed moves and my headboard slams against the wall. “This is our initiation. If I didn’t do this, you’d never let me in. But it’s my promise to you.”
I don’t understand. “You’re doing it without my consent—”
He nips my earlobe. “I own you, wild one.” He groans. “Oh, see? You just clenched around me. Your body knows it’s true. We’ll just have to wait for your mind to catch up.”
“I—”
His fingers push into my mouth. Past my teeth, pressing down on my tongue. My jaw opens wider at the pressure. Panic flares through me, but he’s got me trapped.
“I’ve dreamt about what you feel like,” he says in my ear. “But goddamn, woman, nothing in my imagination could compare to the real thing.”
He rolls my nipple between his fingers. I shift my hips as he draws back and slowly inches back in. He makes noises in my ear that has me tensing against him again. My body feels strung out. I can’t make sense of what’s happening to me.
