Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

I move faster, pushing her so hard into the bed that I’m sure it’s impossible for her to breathe. I grab her hair, pulling it roughly, lifting her head up so that I can see her face.

I slap her ass again, but this time, I get no response.

I slip my hand around to find her clit and rub furiously, bringing her back to life.

“Stay with me, Nina,” I whisper into her ear.

She c

omes to life.

I feel her hips move against mine just ever so slightly. I feel her whimpers pick up as I fuck her harder. Her whole body comes alive, like I was the shock her body needed to remember to keep fighting. To keep living.

I push harder until I’m about to come, finally letting her have some relief. I hit her ass hard. Her pussy clinches my cock as she comes, barely whispering my name.

Her coming takes me to a whole different level. When I come, it’s an explosion that I was never expecting. But then nothing with Nina has been expected. Nothing.

I roll off of her and tuck my cock back into my pants. Then, I lift her from the bed before my father has a chance to say anything different.

She’s limp in my arms. I’m not even sure how she managed to stay awake the whole time I was fucking her. In a way, I wish she had passed out so that she wouldn’t remember me raping her. Because, as much as I want to tell myself that she wanted that, it isn’t true. No woman wants what I just did. No woman wants to be fucked while completely broken.

My father doesn’t stop me when I leave his quarters. I see a couple of his men as I pass, but they don’t say anything either, and if they did, I would fight them to the death. No one is touching her. No one.

I feel my phone buzz in my pants pocket, but it can wait. I don’t give a shit who is calling me right now. I just want to get Nina somewhere safe. And she’s no longer safe with me.

I keep walking until I get to the one door I never thought I would knock on for help. I knock loudly, making it clear that he’d better get his ass to the door as quickly as possible.

Matteo does. He opens the door seconds later and looks just as confused to see me standing at his door as I am to be standing here. We might all live under the same roof, but the mansion is so big that we basically have our own homes within its walls. We each have half a dozen or more rooms that are our own and are blocked off from everything else, giving us a feeling of having our own house.

I push past him without saying a word and carry Nina to his bed. I lay her down on the bed as gingerly as I can.

“What the hell happened? I’ve never seen you beat a woman like this before,” Matteo says.

“It wasn’t me.”

Matteo’s eyes widen, but he doesn’t ask any more questions. He knows who caused the scars all over her body.

“How did you get her out?” he asks.

“I became a monster, just like him.” I don’t look at him when I say it. I don’t want his judgmental stare.

I know what I did was wrong. I swore I would never become him, but maybe this is how it starts. It starts by pretending like you are saving someone, and then it’s a slippery slope from there. I liked hurting her when she couldn’t fight back.

“She needs medical help,” I say.

“I can handle it.”

I nod. I know Matteo will heal her wounds. That’s why I brought her here. He’s the best with medical care.

He goes over to a dresser where he pulls out a syringe and medicine, and then he injects it into her arm. “That should take away most of her pain. At least temporarily,” Matteo says.

I nod.

“You’re bleeding. Do you want me to stitch you up? You always suck at it, which is why you keep bleeding.”

“No. Just take care of her,” I say, not bothering to look down at the scar that has opened up again and is bleeding profusely. It’s nothing compared to what she has gone through.

My phone buzzes again, and I know it’s the arms dealer I’m supposed to be meeting with. I press Decline, but I can’t actually ignore it.