Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“Please.”

“Why? You don’t want me. You’re playing games. And, after seeing the pain I’ve caused, you can’t possibly want anything to do with me.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter that I’m playing games. You’re playing games with me just as much as I am with you.”

“Exactly. You don’t want me! You just want me to fall for you so that I will save you.”

“And what’s so wrong with that? Maybe I don’t want to die or be held captive for seven years. Seven years is a long fucking time!”

“What’s wrong with that? What’s wrong is that I can’t fucking save you! Even if you succeed in making me fall in love with you, I can’t do a damn thing about it!”

She grabs my face and kisses me.

And, in that moment, my world stops. I’ve never wanted anything more. I also hate myself for wanting this and letting it happen. But, now that it is, I’ll never stop kissing her.

My hands wrap around her body while my tongue tangles with hers. She tastes just as sweet as I’ve always imagined. Her lips are just as luscious. And the moment is even better than I could have ever imagined.

I grab her legs as she wraps them around me, and I push her against a wall as I continue to kiss her. Her hands wrap tightly around my neck, not letting me stop the kiss even if I wanted to. I don’t. I don’t ever want this kiss to end.

I kiss her deeper and listen to the beautiful purr in her throat as I do. Her kisses are everything.

And, as much as I try to stop my mind from going there, I think they are everything to her, too. She might still love her husband. She might even have feelings for Matteo. But there is no denying that she doesn’t have feelings for me as well. No one kisses like this and doesn’t love the othe

r person.

I don’t want to hear the words fall from her mouth, and I’ll kiss her all night long to keep her from saying something so stupid as that she’s fallen in love with a man like me. But there is no denying that is how she feels.

“I need you to fuck me,” Nina says with her lips still pressed against mine, not allowing me to stop the kiss even though she is speaking.

I’ve never agreed more with her. I can’t stop kissing her, and it’s clear she won’t stop kissing me either.

She’s already naked, and my cock is already hard against my jeans.

Nina grabs the button and swiftly undoes it with one hand without breaking our kiss. She pushes my pants down along with my underwear until my cock is free. I push inside her, knowing how wet she is.

“Arlo,” she growls against my lips as I enter her.

I’ll never get tired of hearing my name fall from her lips. I’ll never get tired of anything Nina does. I need to fuck her against every surface in my room. That way, when she’s gone, I’ll never be able to forget her.

She bites my lip hard as I thrust inside her, holding on to her ass with my hands. I love how she bites my lip before lapping up the blood. I love how she craves my body just as much as I want hers.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers as I fuck her harder against the wall.

“Never,” I growl back.

I can’t stop. Even though I usually crave sex where I have all the power, I like tying women up. Making them suffer, causing them pain. Even though this is the complete opposite of that—it’s vanilla sex—it’s the best sex I’ve ever had.

“I…uh…” Nina says.

I won’t let her get words out. She can talk to me afterward. Right now, I want her body that is saying plenty to me.

I kiss her hard. I fuck her with everything I have, and I know it still won’t be enough. I’ll still crave her forever after tonight is over. I will never get enough.

What started out as her obsession with me has turned into my own ridiculous obsession with her. I don’t understand it or even how to make it stop, but I’m overcome by it.

Nina tugs at my lip again, and I get lost again as I fuck her. I watch her face change, and I know she will come soon and that I will come shortly afterward. I know we will both pass out and then do this again and again. But I know, soon, this will be over. This will end. And she’ll be gone. And what will be left of me?

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