Page 27 of The Obsession
My heart beats rapidly in my chest, and my movements quicken as her pretty blue eyes fixate on me from beneath her long, inky lashes. I could seriously drown in those orbs.
I tilt my head back and release a long growl when she sucks her bottom lip between her teeth and bites down.
Her hands move up to cup her spectacular tits, pinching her hard pink nipples between her forefingers and thumbs before moaning. My balls instantly draw up. Even in my imagination, this woman steals every ounce of my self-control
“Fuck, yes, Em,” I audibly groan.
“Dom,” she breathes out in reply.
I watch as her back arches and her face tilts towards the ceiling. I almost lose my load when a perfect little O forms on her luscious lips. Lips I’d love to feel wrapped around my cock someday.
My blood runs hot as I stroke my shaft up and down, all the while imagining that I’m now fucking her tits. I rest a flattened palm against the tiles to stabilise myself, and let out a shaky breath when she pushes the soft flesh together with her hands, creating a perfect warm haven for my dick.
Moments later, she drops one of her arms, and she whimpers as the tips of her delicate fingers move to circle her clit. The list of things I want to do to this woman in the flesh is endless. I crave her like I’ve never craved anything in my life. She has me bewitched.
What gets me off, more than anything, is witnessing her coming undone. My body shudders at the thought.
I’m pumping my cock at a frenzied pace now as her moans echo around the room, bringing her closer to the edge. What I wouldn’t give to see her masturbate like this in real life. Just imagining it sends tingles coursing down my spine.
“I’m coming, Dominic,” she cries. “I’m coming so hard for you.”
I’m right there with her. My fist is flying now, and a wild, uninhibited roar rips from deep in my throat as we come together.
I’m breathless as I rest my forehead against the tiles and let the shame consume me for what I just did. I’ve done some pretty unspeakable things in my life, and this is just something else I can add to the very long list.
Even as guilt claws at my gut, there’s a part of me that feels eerily alive. It’s like this woman is unknowingly breathing life into a part of me that has lain dormant for far too long. That terrifies me more than the shame ever could.
I chug down the glass of water in my hand before placing it back in the sink and roll my shoulders trying to uncoil the tension in my muscles. My release did nothing to quench my thirst for that damn woman; if anything, it only soured my mood further.
Hopefully, Dante will have a job for me to do tomorrow so I can find another outlet to release all this pent-up frustration.
I head towards Peach’s room on the way back to mine, sticking my head inside the door to check on her. I see her teddy has fallen onto the floor, so I walk quietly towards her cot, scoop it up, and lay it back beside her.
My heart clenches in my chest as I stare down at her sweet face. I don’t deserve something as precious as her, but I’m so grateful I get to call her mine. I hope she won’t grow up to be as emotionally stunted as I am, with only my guidance. Mrs B is a soft touch in her life, but is that enough?
Sometimes I think I did Peach an injustice by taking her on, but there was no guarantee she would’ve had a better life if she ended up somewhere else. That little girl is loved beyond measure and wants for nothing, but I can’t help thinking that a mother figure in her life—just not the one she has—could make all the difference.
I’m not about to run off and find myself a bride to test that theory, though. Fuck that. Besides, the only woman I’m currently interested in isn’t up for grabs.
I feel a smile tug at the corners of my lips as I watch the pink pacifier move softly in Peach’s mouth. It shifts with the slow rhythm of her breathing, the faintest suckling motion that makes her cheeks dimple before relaxing again. She’s such a cute kid, and in some ways, softens my hard edges.
My eyelids feel heavy by the time I head back to my room and slide under the covers.
I’m sinking, the edge of sleep pulling me under, when an ear-piercing scream has me bolting upright.
My heart pounds against my ribcage as I glance around in the dark, trying to make sense of what just happened. I suck in a breath and hold it, listening.
I hear nothing, just the low hum of crickets outside. My heart begins to slow, and I tell myself maybe it was just a nightmare. Then the front door slams, rattling through the quiet house. I scramble onto my knees and crawl to the window.
By the time I glance outside, Dad is slipping behind the wheel of his car in the driveway. The engine growls, tyres squeal, and headlights flash across the yard.
When he disappears into the darkness, everything goes quiet.
My hands shake as I push off the windowsill. My gut twists because I know something is wrong.
I climb off the bed and pad down the hallway, the floorboards creaking under my feet. I reach my sister’s room and crack the door open. The nightlight beside Violet’s cot lets me see her still fast asleep, oblivious to what I’ve just heard and witnessed.
“Mummy?” I call out, but when I get no answer, panic slams through me as I rush through the house. Her bedroom is empty, so is the main room and the kitchen.
