Cruel Obsession

by Beck, J. L.

  “We didn’t use a condom.” The words come out shaky as I interrupt the moment.

  Zane lets out a harsh breath as he gently pulls out of me and undoes the cuffs. “It’s okay. I’m clean, and you’re on the shot.”

  I’m about to ask how he knows that, but I already know the answer, he knows everything. Zane takes my wrists, inspecting them for injury most likely. Once satisfied, he rubs the life back into my arms and then settles into the spot beside me. I can already feel the soreness between my legs, it feels like a dull ache hanging low in my belly. My gaze darts to his cock, which is already growing hard again. It’s smeared with blood, my blood, and it makes me sick.

  I gave myself to him.

  “I love you, Dove,” he whispers as he tugs me into his side, rubbing small circles against the small of my back. I don’t say anything because there isn’t anything to say. I don’t love Zane. I can’t allow myself to. He kidnapped me, took everything away from me, he stole my life.

  I might feel safe in his arms, but he’s not William. He’s not going to save me. He’s going to trap me and keep me forever.

  20

  Two days have passed since I made her mine completely and took that sweet cherry between her thighs. It’s been a tense forty-eight hours. Even though fucking her was heaven, I didn’t let it slip from my mind what she did before that. She submitted to me during sex beautifully, but she also tried to kill me. I hope she doesn’t think I’ve forgotten that.

  I’ve been keeping my distance, not because of her attacking me, but because now that I’ve had her, I can barely keep a leash on my inner beast. I want her again, and this time, I refuse to be gentle.

  I always thought that once I had her, my obsessive need for her would be curbed. I knew it would never be gone, but I had hoped it would at least take off the edge.

  Boy, was I wrong… so wrong.

  Having her only intensified my cravings, the need to possess her is stronger now than it ever was. I want to own her in every way. Claim every hole on her body, every sliver of her soul. I want it all, and in return, I will give her the same. I’ll give her the good, the bad, the angel, and the demon. I can’t hide the dark side of me anymore. It’s out for blood, and it wants Dove just as badly as I do.

  “Are you hungry?” My question causing her to jump off the recliner. She still has no awareness of her surroundings. She never hears me coming, and always gets scared. I shake my head at her inability to protect herself. How could she ever think that she doesn’t need me? She’d be dead in ten minutes without me.

  “Yes, I’m starving, actually.” The smile she gives me, though shy, is enough to make me want to bend her over the dining room table and fuck her senseless. She’s under my skin, in my head, pumping through my body. She consumes me.

  Reheating the leftovers from last night, I set two plates on the table and take the seat next to her.

  “You’ve been avoiding me,” she says in between bites.

  “Yes,” I admit. No reason to lie.

  “Did I do something wrong? I mean… it was my first time. I’m not sure if it was okay for you.” I almost drop my fork at her words.

  “Do you seriously think I’ve been avoiding you because I didn’t enjoy the sex?”

  “Yeah. No. Maybe. I-I just didn’t know,” she stutters, her cheeks turning pink.

  It would be easier to avoid her if the sex was bad, but it wasn’t even close to bad.

  “Maybe I’ve been avoiding you because you tried to kill me?”

  Her face falls, and I can see the guilt written all over it. She stares down at the broccoli on her plate like it has all the answers. “I’m sorry about that,” she whispers, still not looking at me. Her apology means the world to me, but it doesn’t change what happened. She was so desperate to get away that she was prepared to kill me. I just can’t forget that.

  “I know you are, but that’s not actually the reason I’ve been staying away.”

  She finally glances up at me, curiosity flickering across her face. “Why then?”

  Did I want to tell her why? I could lie, but that wouldn’t make any sense. I didn’t want there to be lies between us. Clearing my throat, I answer honestly. “Because I knew you would be sore, and every time I’m close to you, all I can think about is stripping you naked and shoving my cock into your tight cunt.”

  At my crude usage of words, her mouth pops open, and the hand she is holding the fork with starts to visibly shake. Is she scared? Aroused?

  She looks up at me through her thick lashes. “I’m not sore anymore…”

  I raise an eyebrow at her. Who is she trying to convince, herself or me? “Is that an invitation, Dove? Do you want me to fuck you again? Because I’m telling you right now, I was gentle with you before because it was your first time, but this time, I won’t hold back. I want you too much. I’ve gotta have you hard and fast.”

  She swallows so hard I can hear it as well as see her throat work. She puts the fork down on the table next to her plate. Licking her lips, she looks around the room, clearly trying to think of a response. When she still can’t seem to find the words, I clarify.

  “I want to go back to the bedroom, strip you bare, and tie you up. Not because you’ve done anything wrong, but because I simply like having you restrained. I like being in control, and I like you being helpless and at my mercy. I want you to submit to me, to trust that I will take care of you. I want to put a blindfold on you this time, and then I want to use your body however I see fit. Do you want that?”

  Another moment of silence stretches out between us before she finally has the courage to nod. That’s not good enough though. I need her to tell me this is what she wants.

  “Use your words, Dove.” The words come out a little more sternly than I intended, but when it comes to her, I lack self-control.

  “I want you to do that,” she says, finally looking up at me.

  “Finish eating then.” I adjust my hardening cock under the table and watch as she shoves a few more pieces of food into her mouth before she gets up and dumps her plate in the sink. I don’t even bother with my plate. I just take her hand and pull her into the bedroom.

  “Strip!” I order while undressing myself. Dove does as I say and gets naked, surprising me with her eagerness. She has no idea what I’m about to do to her. Hell, I don’t even know how far I’ll go. All I know is that I have to have her. I have to make her mine, feel our bodies pressed against each other.

  Once she’s completely naked, she stands in the center of the room, looking at me like she’s waiting for me to tell her what to do next. I won’t lie, it turns me on so fucking badly that she takes my commands.

  “Get on the bed,” I say and watch as she climbs onto the king-sized mattress, my eyes going straight to the valley between her legs. “Lie on your back, legs spread.”

  A moment later, she’s spread out on the bed for me like a fucking offering. Her dark hair fanning out like a halo on the pillow, her smooth, creamy skin pebbled with goosebumps, her chest rising and falling rapidly. My eyes travel down her body and land between her thighs, where her pinks pussy lips are already glistening with arousal. Fuck, she is so perfect. I don’t want to break her, but I will bend her.

  “Don’t move.” I rush into the closet and open the bottom drawer on my side. I briefly scan over its content before choosing four items. As soon as I walk back into the room, I order her to close her eyes.

  Dumping the things from the drawer onto the bed, I grab the blindfold first, securing it around her eyes. Then I take the rope and start looping it around the bed frame so I can tie every one of her limbs to it. She doesn’t say a word while I tie her up, and her trust in me is the most potent aphrodisiac of all. I want her to know she’s always safe with me, in the bedroom, and outside of it.

  Next, I take the small bottle of lube, flip the cap open, and pour some out onto my palm. Then I bring my hand between her legs. Dove sucks in a sharp breath when my fingers find her center. Gent
ly, I rub the lube all over her pussy, down her slit, and over her tight puckered asshole. The next virgin hole I plan to claim on her.

  “What are you doing?” She gasps, half tensing as I dip the tip of my pinky finger inside her ass.

  “I warned you that I was going to use your body however I wanted. Every part of you is mine. This part too,” I say, pushing my finger a little deeper into her ass. A groan ripples through my chest as her muscles squeeze down on my finger. “Just relax… and trust me. I’ll never hurt you. Never.” I remind her.

  Sliding my finger in and out, I let her adjust to the size and angle before I add a second. I know it stings and probably feels foreign, but what I’m going to do is give her the best orgasm she’s ever had in her life. Stretching her tight little hole, I move my fingers faster while pressing my thumb against her swollen clit at the same time.

  “Oh, god…” She cries out, and I know she’s close to coming, her tight, little body trembles, and her nipples become diamond hard peaks.

  Using my other hand, I grab the fourth item I brought, and pour some more lube over the small-sized butt plug, making sure it’s slick all around before I bring it to her ass. Easing my fingers out, I replace them with the plug.

  Dove lets out a soft whimper but doesn’t ask me to stop. Thank fuck, ’cause I’m not sure I could even if I wanted to.

  I take in my handy work, a smile pulling at my lips when I see her tight little asshole clenching around the butt plug. Fuck, I can’t wait to be inside of her. I need her now. Right now.

  “Are you ready for my cock, Dove?”

  “Yes,” she says, almost breathlessly.

  Lifting a hand, I caress her body, letting her know where I am. Having her at my mercy is doing insane things to my head. “Remember what I told you. I won’t be gentle this time. I want to fuck you raw. To fuck you until you can barely walk. I want you to still feel me inside of you every time you move tomorrow.”

  “Mhhm…” Apparently, we are past words now.

  Gripping my cock, I give it a few good pumps before I move between her legs. I lower myself until I just hover inches over her. Her hardened nipples are grazing against my chest with every breath she takes. I line myself up with the center, bringing the tip of my cock to her entrance.

  I enter her in one deep thrust, bottoming out until my balls are flush against her stuffed asshole. Her whole body arches off the bed, and the room fills with the sound of her pleasured cry. The plug making her pussy even tighter, and all my restraint is gone.

  Plunging into her over and over again, I fuck her hard and fast. I go so deep, I can feel the end of her channel, the head of my cock bumping into it with each thrust.

  “Do you feel that?” I ask, my voice coming out rough and gravelly. “Do you feel me deep inside of you?”

  “Yes… so deep,” she whimpers in between thrusts. Her head is tipped back into the pillow, her slender neck exposed to me.

  “Who do you belong to? Tell me, Dove.”

  “You… you, I belong to you.”

  Like a crazed animal, I rut into her, grunting on every thrust. She moans and squirms beneath me, her small body smothered by my larger one.

  Sweat forms on my skin and my muscles ache, but I can’t get enough. I never want to stop fucking her like this. Raw, primal, animalistic. Hard and rough.

  Her orgasm slams into her out of nowhere, her pussy squeezing me so tightly. Her thighs quiver, and a silent scream forms on her lips. Her whole body tightens before relaxing back into the mattress. My cock’s harder than steel, and I’m ready to fuck her next virgin hole.

  “Is your ass ready for my cock?” I ask, and she moans in response.

  I pull out of her, listening to her whimper at the loss. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back inside of you in no time.”

  Making quick work of the ropes on her ankles, I untie them and flip her over, leaving her wrists tied to the headboard. Her chest is pressed flat against the mattress, her cheek pressed to the pillow, her ass hanging high up in the air. Her pink pussy glistens with her juices, and I’m tempted to taste her, to lick every drop, but there’s something else I want more right now.

  Moving to her ass, I carefully remove the butt plug. Her ass is still tight when I push my finger inside, but it has loosened up tremendously.

  Fuck, I can’t wait.

  Removing my finger, I replace it with the crown of my cock. I run my hands up and down her silky-smooth skin a couple of times before I start to push inside.

  Dove whimpers into the mattress. “You’re too big…”

  “Shhh, it’s going to be a tight fit, but you were made for me. Made to take my cock in every hole.” I snake a hand beneath her body and gently stroke her clit. When I feel her greedy pussy getting wetter, I push into her, watching with glee as her ass swallows my dick beautifully.

  She was made for me. Made to take me in every hole. Made to be worshipped and protected by me. Mine. All fucking mine.

  “Fuck, Dove… you should see how well your ass takes me. Can you feel it? How your greedy ass is swallowing me… begging me for more? You like this, don’t you? Like me filling your ass? Giving yourself over to me.”

  “Yes… Yes… God, yes,” she chants into the pillow.

  I thrust into her ass slowly for a couple strokes. I’m big, and I don’t want to tear her, but once I know she’s stretched out enough for me, I start fucking her in earnest. I pump my iron rod in and out of her just as furiously as I was fucking her pussy moments ago.

  My hands dig into her hips, and I know there will be bruises. I can’t be gentle with her. I need her, every fucking inch. Each thrust is rougher than the last, and the headboard makes a loud thudding against the wall as I fuck her.

  My balls are so full and ready to explode. The tingle on the base of my spine tells me I’m about to come. I pick up my speed, slamming into her as fast and deep as I can. Moans, grunts, and the sound of naked flesh slapping against each other fill the room. I’m surrounded by her scent and the sweet combination of sweat and her pussy.

  “Come again, Dove. Come for me as I fuck your ass hard. Squeeze my cock.”

  When I feel her ass clamping down on me and her release coming, I allow myself to fall over the edge with her. My orgasm is like a tidal wave, slamming into me and flooding my body with pure ecstasy. The entire contents of my balls explode into her tight little ass, ropes of sticky come filling up her no longer virgin hole.

  And I keep coming, my cock filling her ass with come. My vision goes blurry, and I feel light-headed. Fuck. Me.

  We both collapse on the bed, and it takes a moment for my muscles to start working properly again. Dove falls asleep almost immediately. Her body is worn out from the intense sex we just had. It’s done the opposite to me though. I’m like an addict who just took a hit. I’m wide awake and too wound up to keep my eyes shut.

  Walking into the bathroom, I grab a rag and soak it in luke-warm water. Then I clean between her thighs, remove the blindfold and untie her wrists. I cover her naked body with the blanket and tuck her in. I press a kiss to her clammy forehead before making my way to the library. Since I can’t sleep, I might as well check what’s going on in the outside world.

  Not bothering with clothes, I walk naked through the apartment and into the library. I get out the laptop and phone from the safe and turn on both.

  As expected, there are multiple calls and messages from the Sergio family. Christian has put out an official hit on me. Ten thousand for whoever brings him my head. Cheap bastard. Doesn’t surprise me that he wouldn’t put a bigger hit out. In fact, I’m a little offended.

  I’m relieved to find that he didn’t put out an official hit on Dove, which is interesting.

  He wants her dead, but he doesn’t want people to know. That reminds me of something… he wanted me to take out people from the Castro family quietly too.

  Could there be a connection?

  Before I can dwell on that thought for too long, another message catch
es my eye. It’s from the nursing home Donna is at. Immediately, I get a bad feeling. I’ve been paying her bills because the only place she could afford was a piss poor nursing facility, and I knew there was no way Dove would allow that, nor would I. So, I took on the cost and made up some insurance program so Dove wouldn’t know. The nursing home has my number, but I told them to only contact me if something was wrong.

  Hitting play, I listen to the message.

  “Hello, Mr. Brennan, this is Julie from the Westfield nursing home. You wanted us to call you if something happened to Mrs. Miller. I’m afraid to say she had a stroke this morning. She was rushed to the hospital and is currently in critical condition. Last I heard, she was in the ICU. I’m sure the hospital can give you more information. I’m sorry I had to do this over the phone…”

  I end the recording, I’ve heard enough. My stomach twists, and my heart rate skyrockets. Resisting the urge to throw the damn phone across the room, I close the laptop and lock everything up.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck…

  What am I supposed to do now? There’s a hit out on my head. Dove is still in huge danger. We can’t leave the safety of the bunker… but if I don’t let her go and Donna dies. Fuck, if she dies and Dove doesn’t get to say goodbye, she’ll hate me forever.

  21

  I know something is wrong before I even open my eyes. It’s just a feeling lingering in the air. A feeling that something bad is going to happen. Moving my hands to Zane’s side of the mattress, I find the spot empty and cold. Zane isn’t next to me. My heart clenches a little, and I blink my eyes open and sit up, looking around the room.

  The room is dark, the only light source coming from the bathroom. The door to it is only cracked, not letting a whole lot of light in. I almost don’t see him. Zane is sitting on the edge of the bed, his elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands like he’s defeated. I know instantly that something is wrong.