Page 32 of Abundance of Obsession

She, however, has other ideas for me. There’s a thud as she drops to her knees. She takes off the condom, and the warmth of her mouth wraps around my cock.

“Fuck,” I growl through my teeth, my hand resting against the door where she came a minute ago.

Her mouth goes to work on me with passion.

“Eli…” My name registers in my mind.

My eyes pop open. “What did you say?”

She’s not very clear to me, but I see her blink, releasing me from that warm heaven. “I said nothing.” With the same enthusiasm, she takes me into her mouth again. This time, she adds a hand, moving it along my shaft.

My chest feels like it’s being squeezed by an unseen hand, my breath catching in ragged gasps. I’m tense all over and on my way to an orgasm. Those lips are incredible.

“Eli…”

The voice is back in my head. My eyes flick to Cassandra, who is busy giving me head.

Am I hallucinating? Have I lost my mind? What’s going on?

“Eli…”

Everything freezes. To block out what I see or don’t want to see, I shut my eyes firmly. Because this time, the voice is much clearer.

This time, I recognize that voice.

Zoe’s voice.

The image of her in a red dress pops up out of nowhere. Her half-closed eyelids, rosy cheeks, and slightly parted lips. Lips I’ve gone mad over.

She’s there. The vision is so vivid it’s almost brutal.

Zoe tilts her head back, and a cascade of her black hair flows straight into my hands. I grab it and hold it in my fist. And then she lets out a piercing moan of pleasure. A pleasure I feel as my own. It pierces me just as deeply as it does her.

“Mmm…”

The colors bleed from the world, leaving behind only a dull ache in my chest. Zoe disappears.

My eyes flutter open. Now I’m only semi-hard. Cassandra, still kneeling, licks her lips. With her finger, she reaches the corner of her mouth, gathers drops of my cum, and puts them in her mouth. Her tongue laps it all away and I blink, stunned by the familiar, surreal scene.

Raven.

“I don’t want to be rude, but I have to go.”

When time is short, I can dress with considerable speed. Like now. By the time she gets up from the floor, I’m almost ready. My shirt remains unbuttoned and draped over my shoulders.

I’m a cold-hearted bastard, I know it. I leave her apartment without a word. On the upside, she’s not making any effort to stop me either. The same darkness surrounds her.

My vision swims, the path ahead a wavering mirage, and a hollow, frantic beat echoes in my ears as I stagger toward home. The whole time I’m taking a shower, getting changed, I’m analyzing my situation.

I understand what happened to Ryker when obsession took over his life. It took him away for good. An obsession with a woman.

Now I understand.

Except I’m not him, and Zoe isn’t Ash. Still, I have to do something about it. It’s taking control of me, of my mind. I can’t even walk without thinking about her. It’s sick. I’m sick. And it looks like only she can cure me. She’s the cure.

Zoe wants to experience sex. Can I bear the thought of her sleeping with just any guy?

At the very thought, my blood boils.