by C. Hallman
The tip of the blade slides across my chest as I stare into his eyes, witnessing the smile in them. “Why are you shaking?” he whispers, leaning down into my neck, his tongue darting out as he caresses the side of my throat. “Isn’t this what you want?”
Goosebumps spread across my flesh as I get lost in this moment.
“Mmh,” I murmur through my closed lips as I feel the pressure of his knife against my chest, my skin burning underneath the blade, making my heartbeat skyrocket. My core clenches, and I watch him bring the knife over to one of my straps and then the other, snapping both of them with a switch of his blade.
He pulls the knife up to my mouth and runs it across my bottom lip.
“Do you remember the night I took your virginity?” His voice is soft, even embracing, but I’m unable to form words—my tongue fell into my throat the moment he pulled out his knife.
I nod my head, yes, and his eyes light up with a sexual fury. A zing of energy goes through me and straight to my core. I have never felt so much passion between us, so much love.
“Get up. Go to the wall and face it,” he orders. I do as I’m told, pulling from his touch, and getting out of the bed. Standing in front of him, I allow my nightgown to fall to the floor. Enzo’s eyes take my body in, gazing at my breasts and at my pussy, which is basically begging for his cock, before nodding toward the wall while he finishes undressing.
My feet hit the carpet, taking me to where he wants me. Nervousness starts to creep in as I stand in front of the wall. We are bare to one another in every way possible.
“I thought about all the ways I can fuck you…” The knife scrapes across my shoulder blades, leaving a trail of anticipation in its wake. “Against the wall.” He pushes me flush against it, his cock pressing firmly against my ass cheeks. “On the bed…” Another scrape of his cock between my cheeks.
He is teasing me, and it is working. Sweat forms on my brow and my fingernails dig into the plaster of the wall.
“On the floor, kitchen counter, shower, balcony…” The knife slides down my spine. “Yet, I knew nothing would be as pleasing as a long…” He pauses, and I jump as he pierced the wall beside my head with the knife. “Hard. Fuck. One that has you sore for days. One that reminds you of the man that I am.” His teeth sink into my ear, and a groan escapes me as I push back against him.
“Is that what you want? Long. Hard. Strokes?” he purrs in my ear.
“Yes, please…” I beg without even realizing what it is I’m going to get.
“Turn around,” he orders, and I do, coming face to face with him. He is naked, the night sky gleaming over his body. His muscles are well defined, and he is just as attractive as the day I met him, if not more.
“Fuck. Me,” I growl at him like a wild cat. In an instant, I’m being lifted and impaled by his cock. He slams me against the wall so hard the air shoves from my lungs, and pictures rattle against the wall. I smile, piercing his back with my nails.
“You see that cock entering that sweet little cunt of yours…” His eyes shift down to where we are joined as I watch him enter me with an intensity most would be afraid of.
“Yes,” I moan. My body is buzzing with electricity, my eyes flickering closed as I feel my orgasm building.
“When you come on this cock, I want you to know that it’s yours. It belongs to you.” His hand comes up to grip me by the throat once again. He applies enough pressure to set me off, pushing me off that cliff and into a euphoric-like state.
I’m still coming down from my high when he places me on the bed face down, ass up. He drives into me harshly, my whimpers muffled into the bedsheets as he holds me by the back of the neck.
“Remember, I am the king,” he growls, his fingers biting into my flesh. Another orgasm forms and runs through me like a lightning bolt. I can hear our flesh smacking against one another’s, feeling his hardness penetrating so deep. I feel as if he is a part of me.
“Yes!” I cry out just as I feel him pulsing inside of me. His cock throbs until he explodes, filling me with everything that made him who he is. When he slips out of me, I wince but smile, loving the feeling that resonates through me.
He gets up from behind me and disappears into the bathroom. I can hear the water running as I just lie there on the mattress. Returning with a warm washcloth, he spread my legs and places it against my center. He is as much the man I loved then as he is today, and I have failed to realize that.
He flops down beside me, staring at me as a tear escapes my eyes, hurt that I almost broke us when we didn’t even need fixing.
“Amara, what’s wrong? Was I too rough?” he asks, concern forms in his features as he reaches forward, wiping my tears away.
“Nothing. No. It is perfect. Everything I want...” I trail off, unsure of how to explain what I’m feeling.
“What is it then?” he questions, confused by my words versus my actions. “Did I hurt you?” He seems worried as I ponder the best way to lay it all out.
“No.” I shake my head. “That’s not it at all. I’m…” I stumble around the words. He wouldn’t be angry, would he?
“You what? Fucking spit it out, Amara.” His words come out laced with frustration at my stalling.
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper those two words at him, and the air changes instantly.
His eyes grow wide, and terror fills my belly.
Enzo
Did she just say she’s fucking pregnant?
I’m not sure if I should be happy as hell that she’s carrying our child inside of her again, or be pissed that I have just fucked her so brutally. What if I hurt her? Hurt our child?
I can see the trepidation forming within her, the desire to have me accept her words. She wants me to be happy, and fuck, I am.
“Say something, anything… Enzo, please.” I can see the tears falling from her eyes again, just as they had moments ago.
“I’m… I can’t… why didn’t you tell me before. Why did you let me be so rough with you?”
“I was scared… When we had Gia, you changed so much. You became so tender and kind, and even though I do love that part of you, I love the other part too. I was scared with another baby you would change even more.”
I turn onto my side and grab her, pulling her against my chest and wrap my arms around her tightly. I hold her close to me for what seems like hours until my heartbeat finally slows.
“I wanted to tell you sooner, but I… I just needed this little bit of the old you. Sometimes, I feel like we blend in with everyone else on this street. I want something wild. I want what we used to have because it made me chaotic to have a love like that brewing between us,” Amara whispers to me calmly.
“Then there is school. I’m almost finished, and then I have to find a job. Or am I just going to be a stay at home mom? I’m so stressed about all that, and then I found out about the baby. I didn’t want to have another baby, be stuck inside the house for a few more years, and come home to feel like we are just two ordinary people.” Her words pierce my soul.
“Amara, what are you saying? That you don’t want to have another child?” I ask, worried that she might not want this baby.
“No, not that. I want this baby, I promise. But I also want a career. I don’t just want to be a mom and wife forever, Enzo. I want more, and I don’t want our lives to be so normal. I’m sorry I pushed you to lose control. For that, I am sorry. I just didn’t want everything in our lives to seem so habitual.” Her admission causes me to pull back. She feels as if our lives have become recurrent. That it is the same old thing. That having another child would only set our predictable lives in stone.
“Look at me.” I grip her chin in my hand, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “I’ll never trade the life I have right this fucking second for the life I had before. You, Gia, and that baby inside of you are my life now.
“To me, there is nothing mechanical about us. Our daughter can kick a soccer ball better than any other child on this block. Plus, no other chi
ld looks as cute as she does in her tutu. And you… you can do whatever you want to do. Be a piano teacher or a fucking astronaut. Come home and run around with Gia, be completely exhausted and smell like sweat and grass, and I’ll still want to see you bent over with your ass in the air.” I smile at her and watch her cheeks turn a shade of pink.
“I guess I just lost sight of things. My job is fulfilling, and there is always a rush I get from doing it... I didn’t think about what you could possibly be missing. So, for that, I am sorry.” I own my faults and pray she can see the truth in my words.
“I know. At the time, though, I just questioned everything. I wondered if you were bored with me; if you wanted something better, or more than I could give you, and that’s why the passion wasn’t there. I asked myself, in ten years from now, would you still want me… Crave me? When our kids go off to college, would you still love me like you do today? Would you still desire to feel my heart beating against your own? I have no answers because all I felt is less than what I am when compared to what we used to be.” Tears dribble down her cheeks, and I wipe them away, not wanting to see them for a second against her skin.
“I will always love you. I will always be here. I made a vow to love and protect you at all costs. I will never, and I mean never, walk away from you. Do you hear me? I will love you until God decides to take me, and even then, I will love you from the clouds in heaven. Every year we grow older, I fall more and more in love with you, even if we do become ordinary because no one is you.” More tears descend down her cheek.
“I just…” She chokes on a sob. “I just want to know the man I fell in love with is still inside of you, no matter how much we both have changed. But, I’m sorry I tried to make you him again because of my own insecurities. I love you for everything that makes you, you.” I smile and pull her into my chest.
“I love you for you, too, Amara King. And as far as the future, do whatever makes your life feel meaningful,” I whisper into her hair. She tilts her head up, and I place a kiss upon her forehead.
I hold her for a long time, but neither one of us can seem to go to sleep. After a while, I turn and get comfortable on my back, resting my hand on my abdomen. Tilting my head, I take in Amara and can’t help but trail my eyes over her still naked body.
Need throbs within me as her tongue snakes out, licking her bottom lip. My hand slides down my abs, wrapping around my cock. She wants to feel reckless with me, I’ll give her whatever the fuck she wants or burn the city to the ground trying.
“Guess you better come and show me who the queen is and take what’s yours then.” Hunger fills her eyes as she quickly climbs on top of me and straddles my hips. Her luscious tits jiggling in my face as her sharp nails dig into the skin on my chest. Fuck. And she thought I was bored with her? I’ll never get tired of this view.
She sinks down on my cock with no warning, grabbing my hand and placing it on her lower belly as she lifts her hips slowly. At that moment, I know I’ll never feel for anyone what I feel for her.
She’s a debt that will never be repaid.
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Cruel Obsession Sneak Peek
I made a vow to protect her when we were just kids. First, from the monsters hiding under the bed and then the ones roaming the world freely.
My obsession with Dove wasn’t normal, it toed the line on psychotic, but my love for her overshadowed that. I’d killed, destroyed, and hurt those that had done her wrong. I’d watched her for years wanting to claim her but refusing to. I was both her guardian angel and a demon lurking in the shadows.
She was mine, even though she didn’t know it yet.
I had planned to let her live her life while I watched from afar. Until one night, everything changes, and I’m forced to kidnap her.
She doesn’t remember me.
She doesn’t know me.
She begs me to let her go.
But I can’t. I won’t.
Chapter One
Dove
Paranoia skates down my spine as I walk a little bit faster down the sidewalk. The cold night air fills my lungs, and my heartbeat thuds loudly in my ears. All I can see and feel is that creeper from the party coming up to me and grabbing my wrist. His fingers biting into my flesh. The smell of alcohol on his breath as he spoke into my face.
“Dance with me…” He didn’t ask, he demanded, and there was no way I was going anywhere with him, so I kicked him in the nuts and left the party. But now I can’t help but feel like he’s following me.
Reaching the end of the sidewalk, I chance looking over my shoulder. My gaze falls on nothing but darkness. The light pole above my head does very little to illuminate the street, and when I look back again before crossing the street, I find someone walking toward me.
Panic bubbles up inside of me, and this time, I start running. The air rips through my hair, and my lungs burn as fear implants itself deep in my gut.
Run. Don’t look back. Just keep running.
Cutting down a side street, I hope to throw the guy off, but as I continue running, I can still hear his footfalls behind me. This has to be a nightmare, something I’ll wake up from any second now.
Glancing over my shoulder, I realize it’s anything but a dream. My eyes catch on the plaid pattern of the man’s shirt. Instantly, I know this is the creep from the party. Shit. Instinct tells me to run, but deep in my gut, I know what I should do.
My hands shake as I try and pull my phone out to dial 9-1-1, but my fingers slip over the sleek device, and I keep putting the wrong passcode in. Panting, I make it underneath an illuminating streetlamp and force shallow breaths into my lungs.
A grunting sound meets my ears, and when I look over my shoulder again, the man is gone. Just gone, vanished like he wasn’t there at all.
Dazed, I stare at the exact spot he was in, fearing he’ll reappear any second, but he doesn’t. A strange calmness washes over me. It makes zero sense, but I don’t dwell on it long enough to digest it. Instead, I shove my phone back into my pocket and run the rest of the way home.
By the time I reach my apartment, the exertion is evident, I’m gasping, and a sheen of sweat has formed against my forehead. I fumble with my keys, almost dropping them before finally getting the damn door open. Once inside, I slam the door closed and lock it before turning and sagging against the door.
A moment later, Max is by my side. The eleven-year-old cat I rescued from being euthanized last year has been my most trusted friend. I sink my fingers into his long fur and let his low purring calm me.
You’re okay, everything is okay… I repeat to myself.
It’s been years since I’d felt fear like that, not since I was a little girl living in foster care. My skin crawls, and I suppress the thought.
All that matters is that I’m safe. That I’m in my apartment and nothing happened to me.
Everything is going to be okay…
Chapter Two
Zane
Slamming my fist into the fucker’s face, I watch with glee as agony overtakes his features. He should’ve known he would die, especially after touching what was mine.
An image of my beautiful Dove fighting to get away from him. Her big, blue eyes brimmed with fear, her plump bottom lip trembling. Clenching my fist, I let the anger from that memory sink deep into my bones.
“What were you planning to do when you got her alone? Huh? Why were you following her?” I growl, my patience withering away with every passing second. Part of me doesn’t want to know what he had planned, but the other, bigger part does. I want to hear the words, want them to fuel my anger even more.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about,” the bastard sneers, playing stupid.
I cock my head to the side and give him a bemused expression. “You must think I’m a fucking idiot, h
uh? That I didn’t see her tell you no. That she didn’t push you away? Or that I didn’t watch her run out of the house and down the street? That I didn’t see you follow a short while later.”
If it wasn’t for me, he would’ve hurt her, but I was there, just as I’ve always been. And just like all the others who have tried to hurt Dove, he too will die at my hands.
“You’re fucking crazy!” he spits. Blood drips down his lip from the punch I landed against it, and all I can do is stare at it. I can’t stop the cruel smile that splits across my face. My blood sings with joy, and the dark beast inside me cheers with elation at the sight of his blood.
Grabbing him by the hair, I tip his head back, reveling in the scream that pierces the air. Ahhh, there is nothing like when they scream or beg for me to let them go. The hope that shows in their faces before all is lost. Before I snuff the light out of their eyes with my hands.
“Crazy? You haven’t seen anything yet,” I sneer.
Clenching my fist a little tighter, I pull back my arm and land another punch, this time, my knuckles meet the bridge of his nose and the satisfying crunch of bone cracking fills my ears.
The monster inside me is terrifying, real, and it consumes me. I don’t stop as his screams continue to echo through the warehouse. They all cry and beg, but at the end of the day, it’s their own fault. Had they made a better choice, they wouldn’t be here.
By the time I’m done, his face is unrecognizable, and he’s slumped over in the chair I’ve tied him to. Turning, I grab a knife and lift his chin, or what’s left of it. Then I slice him from ear to ear. I feel nothing as I do this, no that’s not true. I feel something. Joy, happiness, relief. His death makes the weight on my chest a little lighter.