Page 98 of Fatal Obsession


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Myhand, which lay splayed on his abdomen, wrapped around his pulsating shaft.Iheld on firmly, feeling each thrust between my hands.Hiscock pulsed achingly within my grip.

Inthe past,Ihad been a selfish lover and never considered oral sex could be a turn-on.Buthis urgency made me wishIcould finish myself off alongside him.EverythingaboutDamonwas twisted and provocative.

Hishead fell backward with incoherent words tumbling out—something to the extent of needing to stop so he could come inside me.

Iknew why.

Damondidn’t want to waste the opportunity to knock me up by letting his precious cum go down my throat.

Playingwith my breasts was the final straw for him.Damonpalmed my bare right breast, grazing a thumb over my nipple.Heundressed me whileIwas asleep.Myshorts and wrinkled nightshirt were on the floor beside my knee.Hewas such an ass.Thethought spurred me on to suck harder rather than stopping.

“Enough, baby.Takeyour mouth off and ride my cock like a good little girl.Ineed to come inside you.”

Isensed his impending climax and his deliberate effort to decelerate it.Itook him deeper, giving him what he needed to finish.Foryears,Ihad trained my body to fight natural instincts.Itrained it when to sleep and wake up, how to work like a dog, andItaught it control.Mindover matter.Asfar asIwas concerned, gag reflexes were a construct of my mind.Ifurther relaxed my muscles, taking him so deep that he was fucking my throat at this point.

“Fuck, baby.”Thegroans grew louder, butDamonnever lost sight of his goal, even in this predicament. “Ineed to fill you with my cum right this second,Poppy.Hey!Isaid that’s enough.”

ButIdidn’t stop.Infact,Icontinued with more fervor.

Damongrabbed my hair and forcefully pulled me off him.Salivadribbled out of my mouth as both of us panted harshly in the quiet room.

“Whatthe hell are you playing at?Itold you that was enough.”

Therewas a momentary pause as his eyes scanned my face.Myemotionless expression was no match for how well he knew me, andIwas confident he had already figured it out.Itclicked for him that my offer was merely a distraction.

Damonpulled me closer, his grip tightening. “Tellme,Poppy.Whywere you suddenly inspired to give me a blowjob?”

Nothinggot pastDamon.Hisskeptical gaze earlier was due to my willingness to get on my knees for my enemy as a means of avoiding a greater catastrophe.

Aretort was stuck in my throat when my eyes landed on his hand.Theknuckles were blood red.Ihadn’t noticed it before, with one hand wrapped around my hair and the other cuffed.Ino longer believedDamonhad a work emergency.Igrabbed his hand, inspecting the swollen knuckles that were likely involved in an unnecessary fight.

“Whathappened to your hand?”

“Don’tchange the subject.Tellme why you didn’t want me coming inside you?”

“Whoseblood is this?”Itcouldn’t beDamon’sblood.Hishand wasn’t busted.Therewere no cuts or scrapes, either.

Fora moment, he didn’t respond.ThenDamondeclared, with a hint of pride,“ElijahDankworth.”

Ijerked my head back, shoving his hand aside. “Youare not serious.”Theglass ceiling shattered repeatedly whereDamon’ssanity was concerned.Ithought he was a peaceful man, butDamonturned out to be the opposite. “Youhunted down the peopleI’vebeen with and beat them up?”

“Whatelse did you expect me to do?”Heshrugged as if it were no big deal and reached into his nightstand, unlocking it with his thumbprint.Heretrieved the cell phone he had hidden there, preventing me from getting ahold of it.

Damonunlocked his phone and tapped on it.Icould see him piecing together the puzzle pieces in his mind.

“You’renot supposed to ovulate yet.Unlessyour last period was early.”

Myjaw would have dropped if the asshole hadn’t desensitized me to how much he had invaded my privacy over the years.

Realizationdawned on me about what he was about to do.Iinstinctively leaned away when he attempted to kiss me. "Whatare you doing?"

"You'reovulating,Poppy.Thisneeds to happen now,"Damonreplied, lacking any hint of doubt in his voice.Heleaned forward, his nose grazing my hair. "Yousmell good.Whichshampoo did you use today?"

Iwanted to run from the maniac, but where wasIgoing while handcuffed to him?Isuspected that was why he had done it, imprisoning himself alongside me because he didn't like it whenIran from him.Myinstincts kicked in, and sinceIcouldn't run,Iwent for the next best option.

Itried to knee him in the balls, both as revenge and to take him out of commission for the next few hours.

Damongrabbed my hair to keep me still.Itried to punch him in the face, but he easily captured my wrist in a grip hard enough to leave bruises.

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