“Okay.” His hand cups my sex. There is no way he can't feel that his words are turning me on. He closes his eyes and groans.
“Still not scared?”
“No.” I breathe, wiggling in my seat.
“I have you followed. I always know where you are.” I whimper. “I have to know. It’s a sick obsession of mine.” He leans over close to me as his finger starts to part my folds. It clicks together then. The man in the department store comes to mind. He was a bodyguard. “It hasn't been since you came here either.” My mouth parts as another piece slides into place. The woman who saved me from Conner Smithfield.
She’d come out of nowhere. Conner had me cornered in the girls’ locker room. He’d been on me for weeks about going to prom with him. He didn't like being turned down. His hand had wrapped around my throat as he tried to pull on my clothes. I had tried to scream but he had placed his other hand over my mouth. Before I knew what was happening, a woman came out of nowhere and handled him. It all happened so quickly that I never had the chance to thank her. I’ve thought for so long the woman was an angel or something. Sent to protect me. She had been. But she was sent by Reed.
“Why?” I whimper when his finger finds my clit. “Because you think you have to protect me?”
“No.” He leans in more. “Because you’re mine.” His mouth takes mine as my heart nearly comes out of my chest at the possessive growl in his words. I am his. I grab a hold of his shirt as he takes his kiss. He pushes two fingers inside of me. His palm rubs against my clit as he takes the orgasm from me the same way he did the kiss.
In fact, he can take everything from me. I’ll let him have it. It belongs to him. It has from the moment I met him. I cling to him as the pleasure explodes throughout my body, leaving me breathless. I fall back into my seat and he slowly pulls his fingers out from inside of me. I watch as he licks his fingers clean before dropping back into his own seat.
“You don’t get to leave me.” He reaches down, adjusting his cock in his pants before putting the car back into drive. “Ever. I won’t let you.” He looks over at me and I can tell from the look in his eyes he means what he’s saying. His words are like balm to my soul.
“Because you’ll come after me.” My body starts to heat all over again. It’s not a question. I can tell from the look in his eyes he will. My pants are still wet from my last orgasm.
“Every fucking time,” he responds before pulling back onto the road to take us home. “Scared yet?”
I am a lot of things right now. Scared is not one of them. I bite the inside of my lip knowing one thing for certain. Reed is more than in love with me. I think he’s obsessed with me too.21ReedI feel like I can breathe again. I finally snapped. She finally pushed me to the point of no return when it came to making her mine. The minute she tried to leave me pushed me over the edge. My first thought had been that she must have found out the things I’d done over the years. That she’d been turned off by the obsession that I have with her. One that should have me inside of a jail cell. But when I found her and told her the things I’d been doing, surprise showed on her pretty face. She had no idea.
I still haven’t gotten to the bottom of why she’d run. I want to push, but first I need her back at home. I’ll be able to focus once I know she’s back where she belongs. I’ve already had to pull over to touch her. To calm myself down. It didn’t really help, but it took the edge off. I felt her pussy grow wetter with every word I said. She enjoyed hearing the things I’ve done to keep her close to me. The things I thought would turn her off had done the exact opposite. Instead of pushing me away, she’d spread her thighs wider for me to get at her cunt.
When I pull up to my building, I find myself barking another order at her to keep her ass still. I get out of the car, coming around to open the door for her. I don’t miss how her little ass wiggles in the seat at my words. She enjoys my bossy side. I open the door for her, taking her hand to lead her inside. I hold her hand tight in mine. The feel of it comforts me the same way it always has. It calms me in a way that nothing else can.