Page 55 of Framed Obsession

I’m not sure how much time passed, but I feel a tap on my shoulder. One eye hesitantly peeks open. A tall, handsome, rugged, black-haired man stands before me. He grabs my cheeks and runs his thumbs across them.

“All done. Let’s finish that bath,” he says, lifting me bridal style. I latch onto him. My eyes gaze around the basement, and it looks brand new. Like a man wasn’t tied up, murdered, and dismembered in here. If only my thoughts could disappear that easily.

Once we make it back into the bathroom, Axel lowers me into the tub. The water now slightly cooled and warmed. He starts to remove his clothes. They're all crimsoned-colored and muddied, but his skin underneath is clean and smooth.

He was wearing an apron, gloves, and a mask in the basement. He must have taken them all off before coming up here, I can’t even remember. I don’t blame him; he probably didn’t want the rest of his house to get dirty. I look down at myself, remembering he gave me his shirt.

I lift the fabric off ‌me, leaving me fully exposed once more. Goosebumps prickle my skin under the gaze of his hungry eyes staring at me. I shouldn’t be doing this. Any of this. But something about him makes excuses in my mind. Like as long as he is with me, I’ll be okay.

He steps closer to me, his length swinging semi-hard. I bite my lip. The water swooshes as he steps into the tub. I’m caught by surprise as he grabs me and kisses me forcefully. Slight pain prickling on my lip, but I continue.

“You make me want to bite that lip of yours every time you do that” he murmurs between heated kisses. I moan into him, wanting and needing more. My body presses into his, getting as close as I possibly can.

His hard length pushes against my lower stomach. I wrap a hand around it, stroking it slowly. He moans in approval. My lips are raw and bruised, but I don’t want him to stop. The aggressiveness makes me yearn for him badly.

“Hold on to the tub, baby,” he demands.

And before I have time to think, he spins me around by my waist. My hands whip out, ready to catch myself before I slip. He pushes my back forward, bending me over. I hold myself up, latching onto the brim of the tub. He doesn't let go, assuring me that he wouldn't let me slip either.

I look over my shoulder at him. The look on his face is devious, starving, devoted. He’s looking at my ass, grabbing the skin roughly and smacking it. The sound breaks the silence in the room. I jolt, loving the sting that sends shivers throughout my body.

My heart races in anticipation. I want him badly. I wiggle my ass, letting him know to speed things up. He meets my eyes, a little upturn hugs the edges of them, and it makes me want to live in this moment forever.

He lines my entrance with the tip of his cock. No warning is given before he pushes into me, stretching me around him. I moan at the pleasure tearing me open. My grip tightens, and I push myself backward, meeting him halfway.

He holds onto me with a force that will leave indentations in my skin. His length life-threatening, pushing in and out of me roughly. I’m wet, but even with the slip, his dick rubs against my walls like two tectonic plates about to spark.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groans behind me.

I think I have a voice kink because every time he speaks, I feel like I’m going to combust at any moment. I moan with him. The sound of our two bodies meeting is suffocating the room. His cock is so deep inside, I can’t seem to take a full breath in.

“M–more,” I plea. I’m not sure what I’m asking for; all I know is that I don’t want him to stop. I need him to keep going. I can feel my orgasm creeping up, not wanting to lose the friction. Axel doesn't let up. He keeps the same pace, yet pounds into me harder.

The warmth of his hands on my hips leaves. As soon as I start to turn to look at him, he grabs a fistful of my hair and pulls. My neck cranks backward, making me look up at the ceiling. Stings of pain radiate through my scalp, making it all more pleasurable.

“Rub yourself for me, baby. Give yourself to me. I want to feel you strangle me,” he commands. I reach a hand between my legs, adjusting myself for balance. Little droplets of water splash around at the constant wave of our bodies in the tub.

“Mmm,” I moan at the contact of my clit. I rub myself in a circle motion, slowly, steadily. All the sensations overwhelming me and sending me over the edge without warning. My legs shake, wanting to give out, but Axel holds me up.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he says breathlessly before pausing. Both our climaxes meet each other, like lost souls being tethered to one another. I can feel his hot release spill into me, and I can’t help but clench tighter.

Our breaths weighing down the movements of our bodies. We both pause, but I wait for him to move first. He pulls out of me, his come leaks down my leg. I stand upright, my back stretching its tightened muscles. I turn to him and say,

“Bath number three?”

Chapter 39

The Flower

She’s There - Jenna Raine

No, no, no, no, no. My mind has been in non-stop panic mode. It’s been days since that night with Axel. The memory of taking Parker's life has been replaying every chance it gets. Like psychological torture.

As much as I would like to put the blame on Axel, I can’t. I had everything to do with it. He didn’t force me to push that knife into Parker's chest. I did that all on my own, and what's awful about it is that I loved doing it. Like in that moment, instant gratification hit me like a truck. Now? Not so much. It’s the aftermath.

Now I’m left with memories and regret. Begging on my knees for forgiveness is past me. The fact that detectives had already paid me a visit forty-eight hours after Parker went missing and lying about not seeing him, was just the cherry on the cake.

Axel insisted that I not say anything. It was me and him, or being locked up forever. How selfish is that? I might be better off rotting away in prison. The way my mind is eating at me with guilt makes me feel like I’m already in a prison of my own making.