Dirty Obsession (Dirty 1)

“Now, are you going to shoot me or not? Because I’d like to try to get some sleep before we land.”

I continue to hold the gun out, aiming it at his heart.

He sighs. “Well, at least step closer. If you are going to shoot me again, I’d rather you get a clean shot to the heart that instantly kills me instead of having to deal with the pain of getting shot over and over again in the arm or leg or wherever else your horrible aims lends itself.”

I step closer.

“Closer, Nina,” he commands.

I do. I climb onto the edge of the bed, and I aim at his heart. My hands tremble though, and I know I won’t get a clean shot off.

“Closer, Nina.”

I move closer to him. This is foolish. Stupid. But I keep moving closer until he grabs on to the barrel of the gun and places it against his chest, right over his heart.

I fall forward as he jerks the gun to him. My legs are straddling his hips, and my face hovers over his face as my hands clutch the gun to his heart.

“Shoot me. Kill me, Nina. End this before it even starts.”

When he speaks, he seems so sincere. He seems so hurt. Like he’s in so much unbearable pain that he can’t stand to live another second. Yet he patched up the wound on his arm. He won’t kill himself, but he won’t stop me from killing him. I wouldn’t be killing him for me. I would be killing him to end his pain.

“No,” I say, dropping the gun on the floor.

“That is the most foolish thing you have done yet, Nina.”

“You’re probably right. But then again, I’ve done a lot of foolish things in my life.”

I feel his cock harden beneath me. I’m turning him on. I should move off of him. Retreat to my seat on the plane. But I need to understand more about Arlo. I need to understand what makes him tick, and then maybe it will be enough to save myself.

But, before I can say anything, he rolls me over and pins me to the bed beneath him.

“I’m not going to fuck you, if that’s what you think is happening.”

“That is not what I think is happening. You’re not going to fuck me because I won’t let you.”

He laughs. “You can keep telling yourself that if you want to, but we both know it isn’t true. You want me to fuck you.”

“No, I don’t.”

I take a deep breath in and out, trying to slow my racing heart. I’m just anxious, worked up because I shot him. Because he’s on top of me, holding me down. Because I’m in a dangerous situation, and he could kill me at any second. That’s all I’m feeling.

He lowers his mouth, and I think he’s going to kiss me. I don’t know whether to spit in his face or beg for his lips to caress mine. His lips move at the last second though, and he nips forcefully at my ear, tugging and pulling until I think he is going to rip my ear off.

It should make me more afraid. But it doesn’t. I feel my nipples perk to attention, and there’s a stirring deep in my belly as I wish that he would never stop.

“You want me, Nina. You want me desperately.”

He moves to my other ear, giving it the same treatment.

“No,” I say in barely a whisper.

He grins. “Are you sure, Nina? Are you sure you don’t want me to fuck you? I’m sure that Heath tried his best these past few days, but did he satisfy you like I did?”

“Stop,” I say.

He cocks his head to the side as he stares down at me. “Fine. If that’s what you really want, I’ll stop. I’m not evil, Nina. And, unlike you, I’ve had plenty of sex these last seven years. Plenty of dirty, filthy sex that would put what we did last time to shame. I don’t need you.”

Arlo gets off of me and takes a step back.