Cruel Obsession (The Obsession Duet 1)

The look in his eyes is pure violence. It promises pain, suffering, agony. This isn’t the Zane I’ve come to know. This is the obsessed man who kills without thought, who will do anything to keep me where he wants me.

“You really shouldn’t have done that, Dove.”

No. This isn’t happening. All of a sudden, this has gotten real. His body against mine. His rock hard cock. The searing heat bubbling between our two bodies. Hate and lust mingle together.

“Please. You don’t have to do this. I’m sorry…”

“Oh, I do… I have to teach you a lesson. I need to show you what you don’t want to admit. We belong together, and it’s time I prove it to you.”

He let’s go of my wrists and starts ripping off my clothes. Fabric tears and cool air kisses my skin as my bra and shirt are ripped from my body. I’m trembling with fear, but still try to shove against his chest as hard as I can to escape. There is no point though. I can’t move him. He’s a steel wall, cold and impenetrable.

Snatching my wrists once more, he pins them above my head this time. With his free hand, he reaches into the drawer beside the bed and pulls out the handcuffs he used on me before. A moment later, the cool metal is fastened around my wrist, and the other end fastened to the headboard. He pulls out another pair and does the same to the other hand.

“Please…” I whimper, but even I know that the time for begging has passed. I’ve dug my own grave, and now I’m going to have to lie in it. “You said you would never hurt me!”

“Shut up,” Zane growls as he makes quick work of my pants, pulling them down right along with my panties, leaving me completely bare to him. “You’ve tried to kill me. How the hell do you think you would have gotten out of here without me? You don’t have the code for the door. You would have died in here!”

My whole body is shaking, my fear only intensifying as he strips out of his clothes. His very hard, very angry cock comes into view, and my fear reaches new heights. It’s so big, the veins bulging out on it, visibly throbbing.

I didn’t think that I would lose my virginity in such a savage way, taken from me without mercy, but there isn’t anything I can do to stop him.

“Is this what you wanted?” He stares down at me. “Did you want me so angry that I take from you? That I take the choice from you, so you don’t have to admit that you want this?”

“I hate you,” I lie. I should, but I can’t, even now. I squeeze my eyes shut and try to shut the world out.

“You try to hate me, but we both know you truly don’t. You can’t, we are too connected, whether you like it or not. We belong together, and I’m about to show you how much.” His lips brush against mine, and I move against him on instinct, seeking out his comfort even with the threat of him hurting me.

“Open your eyes and look at me as I take you. Feel every inch of my cock as I sink deep inside you.” The head of his cock brushes against my entrance, and I freeze, my entire body shutting down. I tell myself to stop feeling. Tears escape my eyes and slide down the sides of my cheeks. I can’t breathe. I can’t swallow. I feel cold all over, broken and scared, so scared. He’s going to hurt me after he told me he wouldn’t, he’s going to. I don’t understand why that matters so much at the moment. His words don’t mean shit, not after what he’s done to me, but deep down, I know that’s a lie.

They mean everything…

A pained cry fills the room. It takes a moment to realize that it came from me. I made that sound. Zane’s body freezes above mine, but I still don’t open my eyes. I can’t. I do want this, but not like this. I don’t want to be a victim of his rage and anger.

I try to suck in a breath, but my chest is too tight, panic holding it prisoner like a hundred-pound weight. I feel like I’m suffocating, gasping for oxygen. My mind races at the things he’s going to do to me, the savage way he’s going to claim me over and over again.

“Shhh.” I feel the warmth of his hand against my cold cheek. He cups it gently, swiping at the tears that still linger there. It’s like he knows I need this. I know I shouldn’t, that I should hate him, tell him to release me, but instead of doing those things, I seek comfort in his touch, nuzzling my face into his palm, needing it. Needing him.