Page 47 of Shattered Obsession


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“You have more brat in you than I thought.”

I cross my arms across my naked chest, feeling very exposed all of a sudden. “You thought I would be a perfect little sub for you? Sorry to disappoint, sir.”

If he’s giving me the silent treatment because of those orgasms, well, there was no way I could stop them. Not after hours of teasing and edging mixed with intense denial. My release crashed into me like a fucking angry storm, unstoppable and utterly mind numbing as I surrendered to it. Besides, I wanted to come. Plain and simple.

He chuckles, and the sound of his laugh takes my breath away. It’s deep, but there is something familiar about it, as if I heard it a thousand times in another lifetime. It’s a strange sort of familiarity.

“No, Flutter. I never expected you to be the perfect sub.” Runi cups my cheek in his hand, gently lifting my face toward his. As he draws nearer, intruding into my personal space, all the air is robbed from my lungs.

“I want you to be exactly as you are. Nothing less, nothing more. You’re perfect just like this.”

His words are potent, and I don’t know what to say.

“You don’t know me.”

Runi sets the cloth aside and retrieves a hairbrush, offering a casual shrug, appearing entirely in control. At peace and in no rush.

“I know you better than you think.” He pauses, staring at me. “Can I brush your hair?”

“Is that necessary?”

“No, but you gave me something back there. Trusted me even though you didn’t want to or need to, so I want to take care of you. This is part of aftercare. And I want you to continue to trust me because what we’re going to do outside is going to be a completely different experience. Something that might terrify you, and I’m going to need you to know that, no matter what, I won’t hurt you.”

I grab the brush from his hand and place it on the counter.

“I know you won’t, Runi…or whatever your real name might be. I know we don’t know one another, but for some reason, we’re linked in a way. And it might be stupid of me, but I trust you. I know you’re going to take care of me out there. But we still don’t really know one another, so you don’t have to pretend to care about me or my hair, or the marks you left on my body. I like them.”

His jaw clenches, and then he grips the back of my neck, drawing me toward his lips.

“None of that matters. It’s always going to be me. I will always be in the back of your mind. A fracture in time and space that will only belong to you and me. You’ll have me there, always.”

Jesus Christ.

Am I even breathing? I can’t be certain.

His lips meet mine, engulfing me like a flame. Our fires intertwine and rage on. And we burn hot, pulling and kneading until I’m left breathless, my core tightening with need. But when my hands reach for his belt, he stops me and puts space in between us.

“Get dressed. I want to get you fed before we head outside.”

He turns swiftly, heading for the door as one hand rakes through his hair.

I want to break him like he’s attempting to break me. But I’m not sure one night will be enough time for that.

Dominik

It’s eerily quiet tonight, the perfect setting for a chilling game of pursuit. There is a damp weight to the air, which means it’s going to snow soon. I waited for the maze to empty out, the remaining players dispersing after the group activities concluded hours ago. I don’t want to share this experience with anyone else but her.

There isn’t a single soul outside, and near the tall, hedged maze lies an open forest for us to run through. If my butterfly manages to make it that far. Maybe I’ll go easy on her since it is her first time.

But then again, maybe not…since the need to have her is driving me insane.

I want to watch her flee, lose her footing as she lunges forward. Anticipation and fear creeping in as she wonders where I am or how far I am behind her. I want her mind to play tricks on her, giving her mixed signals when she hears the smallest sound in the wind or a snapping of a branch.

It feels surreal to stand here, looking at the empty, green maze covered in a light blanket of white, knowing I’m about to have the wildest chase of my life with the woman of my dreams.

Never in a million years did I think Zoe would be into this, let alone that I would be the first one to help her explore her kinks. What an absolute gift. An addiction I don’t ever want to quit.

Tasting her nearly sent me to my grave earlier, but this…this might actually be my undoing.

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