Obsessed by Ever Lilac

 

 

 

12

 

 

Stanmore

 

It’s what I’ve wanted for so long.This. Me and her and no walls betweenus. Just the honest truth, no matter how crooked it is. My heart is thrashing in my chest, my skin feeling too tight and uncomfortable for my body.

She didn’t run away. She didn’t scream. She didn’t pound me with her fists and yelled that she hated me. I thought she would. I thought she at least would demand to know how I could do this to her.

I thought she would tell me that I tricked her. That I’m not the man she thought I was.

That she thought that I was her hero and then I turned out to be the opposite of one. But those kinds of accusations don’t seem to be simmering in her mind. She still looks at me, like she’s addicted to my gaze, her chest rising and falling in deep breaths and she has goosebumps on her arms.

They spike, looking like frost on her warm skin.

When I stroke them with my knuckles, she leans into my touch as always. A trapped, little creature who doesn’t seek to be let out of her trap. She knows she’s safe there. She knows the hunter who she belongs to.

And most importantly she knows that I didn’t do what I did out of malice. I did it because I had no choice, because she awoke something in me that I thought was too offensive, too undesirable, too detrimental to ever be let up to the surface.

With Amber I had no choice, she pushed those buttons easily. Carelessly. Her fingers moving over them instinctually, playing with me even when she had no idea who she was playing with.

She didn’t know just how deep my love for her goes. Now she does. And she’s still here.

Fully bare right in front of someone like me, as if she underneath all that softness has got some steel. People say nothing in this world is perfect but they’re wrong. I’ve found the one thing that is and it’s her.

And I’m going to have her and keep her no matter how selfish that might make me. When I cross my arms, her gaze goes to my pectorals and her expression turns sultry. She responds to me. Always. And I shamelessly use it against her for my own benefit.

She loves it when I’m buried in her, griping my name over and over last night. All of that is going to serve me, because the more she responds to me, the better. I want her as hooked on me as I am on her.

“You think you know what you’re doing?” I say in a low voice and her eyes dart, her lips pulling to the side in a half-smile. It’s coquettish and girly and made for solely me. 

I’ve always hated seeing her smile at someone else. Not just out of my usual jealousy but because I treasure each one, never taking them for granted.

“No, but I know what I want.” Her own tone is steady, but there’s a slight trembling in the background. I don’t let it get to me. It’s only natural that she’s still a little adverse. The pulse on the hollow of her throat jitters and I grind my jaw.

“Are you sure?” I rasp. “There can be no going back.”

There’s only a certain amount of chances that I can give her. Every time I give her an opportunity to express her doubts, it feels like I’m being burned alive. I’ve known men who don’t even blink when their women threaten to leave them.

If Amber did that to me, it would be a threat to my whole existence. There is nothing worse I can think of than be forced to roam this world without her.

Amber jerks her chin. “So you’ve said. But I’m not afraid of this.” Her eyes flicker with determination. “Or you for that matter.”

Many people have been. Many people still are, but not her. Because she’s always going to get the best of me. All my devotion. All my worship.

My chest aches from her bravery. “That so?”

She nods firmly as if she’s ready to accept any challenge. “Yes.”

“You know what it means to give yourself to me fully?” I say, my voice slow because I know that this is going to be difficult. “It’s not to be taken lightly. You know what it means to be all mine?”

“Y...yes.” Slight hesitation crosses her face. “That I belong to you.”

A muscle ticks in my jaw. “Means I won’t be able to share you.”

She flinches. “I understand...”

“With anyone,” I say with hard possession in my voice. At first it looks like she doesn’t get it and she rubs her arms with her hands as if suddenly cold, before it dawns on her.

“Oh...” Amber gasps, putting a hand over her mouth and her brows curve over her eyes before she slowly drops her hand. “You don’t want any kids.”

My throat strangles at her disappointment and from looking at her youthful, fertile body being so ready. So perfect...it cuts me. But it cuts me more having to share her.

“I can’t do it,” I say, the thought alone making me break out into cold sweat. “Do you understand?”

She bites her lip, looking at me hopefully. “M...maybe...?”

“No maybes,” I interrupt, my muscles straining and she winces and I know I have that look in my eyes. But then she straightens, throwing her hair over her shoulder and she nods.

A silent agreement.

And it makes the tense muscles in my body loosen and I clasp my mouth over hers, tasting her to see if she told me the truth. Judging by the way, she ferociously kisses me back, I think she did.

Perfect, perfect girl.

Impious girl.

She’s too lovely to be taken in a basement. The lights in here too bright, the pipes drumming with the sound of water but she wants it, crawling up on my hard mattress like she’s in heat. Looking at her entrance, I can tell she’s ready and I lick my lips, taking off my briefs and grip my shaft.

It’s barely out in the air, before she takes over and I let out a hiss, my eyes flaring. In her hands I’m powerless, my cock belonging to her and I groan when she wraps her lips around me. She can barely fit it, letting out a piqued sound like it’s my fault I’m big.

I stroke her lovingly over the hair, a hoarse laugh coming out of my throat but I choke on it when she pushes me farther inside and my body shoots tight as an arrow. Fuck, what is she doing...?

I react fiercely, perspiration starting to slide down my back and I squeeze my eyes, clenching my fists. This is torture. She’s torturing me. Ruthlessly. Her nails dig into my skin, her tits slapping against my thighs as she moans and kneads me with her naughty mouth.

She can give as good as she gets and her treatment makes me shudder, the release building up so hard that I try to gently push her face away but she doesn’t want to. Instead she lets out a sound in her throat that sounds like a kittenish hiss.

A warning? From her? My eyes flutter from lust. She’s never going to stop slowly killing me is she?

Pumping me, she slides me as deep as she can inside of her throat, any moan of hers fully muzzled and her eyes tear up, crushing my heart but I’m about to come in her mouth. At the last second I withdraw, shooting ropes of white and pushing her down on the bed, I hit her bare slit with my come.

She moans, fisting the sheet and her chest is flushed, her lips trembling but that secret glimmer in her eyes is firing. She’s not done with me yet and I’m still panting when she straddles me, sliding down my semi erect length, stretching herself.

“Is this what you’ve been dreaming about all along?” she says in a teasing voice as her hips jut forward and I go rock hard. “Poor, poor Stan torturing himself with thoughts of fucking my innocent, little pussy?”

Poor Stan? My lips pull from my teeth and I ram my pelvis upward in warning and she gasps.

“It’s the truth isn’t it?” she pants, then smiles. “This pussy owns you. Owns a big, bad man like you and you can’t do anything about it.”

I growl, squeezing her tits and sweat tickles my forehead and I fear that I’ll tear her in half if she keeps going on like this. She’s changed. She now know the full extent of the control that she has over me.

And judging by the slightly merciless expression on her face, she’s not going to hesitate to use it.

“Feel p...powerless, Stan?” she whispers in delirium and I know what she’s doing. She’s milking me. Both my cock and everything else inside of me and I wrap her thick hair around my fist.

“Always, all mine,” I rasps. “Always powerless when it comes to you.”

Her eyes flare in excitement, her mouth opening in a moan and she starts bouncing on me, her whole body vibrating.

“Am I fucking you too h...hard?” she asks, clenching around me and my neck strains, making me snarl,

“Not nearly hard enough.”

Her ass is misbehaving, pussy and mouth doing the same and I’ve had it, roughly grabbing her and throw her down, before mounting her. I bend my head, pulling her whole breast into my mouth, making her breathe and curse my name and her legs wrap around me, disgracefully spurring me on.

She’s so slick, so eager that it feels like the seams holding my mind together are going to burst. I can never let her get away. Never. I drive into her harder, making her whimper.

The basement is sound isolated. Private. A secret holding a secret.

A secret between a depraved man and the girl who’s darkness he had to pull out with his claws and teeth so that she would be able to love him. He was sick for doing so. Twisted.

And he’d do it all over again in a heartbeat.

“I love you, Stan,” she moans, her hair slick against her face, her nipples soaked from my suckling, her core tender and so soft that I feel like I should ask for forgiveness for doing this to her.

“Don’t say that, unless you want me to lose all control,” I caution but her eyes flicker in protest. If she was dangerous to me before, it’s nothing compared to what she is now.

“I love you,” she says throatily with hooded eyes, then squeals when I push in more of me but she doesn’t stop. “I love you, I love you...”

She keeps giving more of herself, pulling me deeper and deeper into her, meshing us together until it feels like I’m about to snap.

Grinding my jaw, I tell her one last time, “Keep saying that and you’re going to regret it.”

“I love you!”

Her body grows glossy and she lets out abandoned, little sounds as I keep fucking her. I don’t stop not even when she starts sobbing and when she starts screaming, I put my hand over her mouth containing the screams that she makes just for me.

She screams harder, the beautifully helpless sound muffled by my hand.

“Do you regret it?” I rasp between pressed teeth, even if I couldn’t stop now even if I tried and she looks up at me with her trusting, big eyes. I look down at her, expecting her to protest.

But she just shakes her head and laughs.