Page 11 of Darkest Obsession

He strokes my face with his hand and I know I should recognize his touch or his voice, but I don’t. I just don’t…

“Please… let me go…” I utter through gritted teeth.

“I will. I promise, Clover. I will.”

He presses his lips to my cheek and I want to throw up. His breath smells good. His lips are soft and so warm that in that split second, I forget he’s a monster and most likely a liar. If he’ll press his lips to my cheek, I don’t know what else he’ll do. He’s right. Whoever he is, he could get away with it.

“I don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs. “If you keep fucking everything that walks around here, someone will hurt you. And it won’t be me.”

“Who are you?”

“You know who I am. I think you know.”

“No,” I snarl. “I don’t.”

He shifts his hips again and I want to let out a scream, but I can’t. I’m freezing under the pressure of it all and I hate myself for not fighting, not like I could put up a proper fight. I might slip away, but I can’t fight this monster.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “I can’t do this. I can’t… I can’t…”

He breathes the words into my neck and his soft breath and firm body produce the most guilt inducing response in me. The gush between my thighs makes me feel like a slut. Maybe Thomas is right. Maybe this mysterious guy lying on top of me is right.

He takes the hand holding me around the waist and reaches in front. When he gets to my mound, I tremble hard. He rests his palm outside my clothes as his cock stiffens against my ass.

“Fuck,” he murmurs. “I want to finger you so fucking badly. But I can’t, Clover… I can’t…”

I’m still shaking, incapable of moving or answering him, filled with shame and humiliation in every inch of my body. He runs his hand back up my legs to my waist and leans forward, pressing his hardness deeper into my ass.

“If I don’t leave, I’ll do something horrible.”

“Then go,” I gasp, hoping that something has given this monster a conscience long enough that I can free myself and run away to safety.

“I don’t want you looking,” he murmurs. “I want us to remember this the way it was. Dark. Quiet. Anonymous.”

“You know who I am,” I grunt. “So it’s not exactly anonymous.”

“If you look, I’ll have to hurt you.”

He doesn’t sound genuine, but considering how hard his body presses me into the bed, I have to believe he’s telling the truth. If he feels it necessary, he would hurt me in an instant.

“I won’t look.”

“Promise, Clover.”

“Yes.”

“Now you promise me to stop fucking other men.”

“I…”

He drags his hand through my hair and wraps some of my dreadlocks around his hand before tilting my head backwards and pressing his lips to my neck before issuing his final command.

“Stop. Sleeping. Around.”

His lips are way too warm. I want to throw up. I don’t want to answer, but he urges me in a voice that sounds bitter and terrifying.

“Promise me, Clover.”

If I answer him, he’ll let me go. I have to take the best chance I have and make a promise to this anonymous maniac.