Divine Obsession (GodHood #2)

Chapter 20

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The sweet, candy scent of Natalia’s perfume lingered in my head, as if it had twisted and rooted itself so deep into my mind – becoming a part of me; refusing to let go.

The image of her… Messy caramel hair, soft pillowy lips, the pink blush on her cheekbones… It hit me in the chest every time I closed my eyes.

She was a mess last night.

I was worse.

Truth was, I hadn’t wanted the night to end.

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t looking forward to my head hitting my pillow, so I could wake up to a fresh day in the morning.

For the first time in my life, I wanted to freeze the night in time and spend it all with her.

Her nails dug into my back, my hands tangled in her hair, and everything else disappeared. Just her and me, caught up in something neither of us could stop.

And then there was the aftermath.

I hadn’t realized how badly I’d needed her until I felt the cool air hit me once she pulled away and it was all over. She was leaning against the table, catching her breath, and I was already staring at the locked door, pissed off I had no other excuse to keep her tied to me.

So I pulled my Glock out and shot the handle.

The look on Natalia’s face. Her incredulous scoff. Her knowing I could’ve done this from the start.

It let me know I’d have some apologizing to do in the morning when she’d be less mad at me.

She had a town car waiting, parked discreetly down the block like it had been there for hours. That shouldn’t have surprised me. Natalia always seemed to have a way of slipping away. I’d insisted on driving her, but she just shook her head, flashing me that knowing look of hers.

And then she left.

Now, here I was, still tasting her on my lips, the ghost of her hands imprinted on my skin. Still losing my fucking mind over her.

She’d skipped Davis’ class today. I knew because I looked for her the second I walked into the room. But when I checked online, our project was already uploaded – polished and perfect, just like I should’ve expected. She had a way of doing that. Keeping me guessing. Keeping me wanting more.

No matter how much I hated giving up control, a part of me basked in knowing I could lean back and let her do whatever she wanted to me, and I’d welcome it .

The hallway outside the changing rooms was quiet except for the faint hum of the overhead lights and the distant crowd. My heart was steady, the same rhythm I always felt before a game; calm on the outside, sharp and focused on the inside.

I leaned against the wall around the corner, my arms crossed, waiting . My team was already in the gymnasium, the pre-game chatter buzzing at the edges of my mind.

But I wasn’t thinking about the team. Or the game. Or the adrenaline waiting to hit.

I was thinking about Natalia.

I watched the cheer squad leave in twos and threes, laughing and tossing their hair. Natalia wasn’t with them. I knew she wouldn’t be. She always stayed behind – something about liking the quiet before the chaos. I wondered if she’d known I was nearby, if she could feel me waiting for her like this.

Finally, the hallway emptied, and the muffled noise from the gym seemed a mile away.

The door to the girls’ changing room creaked faintly as I pushed it open and locked it behind me. I paused inside, the faint scent of vanilla invading me. Her scent. A moment later, my eyes found her.

She was standing in front of her locker, back to me, fixing her cheer uniform.

I stalked closer. Silent .

The tension before a game was something I thrived on – controlled, calculated, channeled into every play I made.

This wasn’t like that.

This , I couldn’t contain. No matter how much I told myself I should.

I watched her move; calm, steady, completely unaware I was there.

When I stopped behind her, she froze.

Not a word. Not a sound. The subtle shift of her shoulders. The way her breath caught for a moment.

“You shouldn’t be here,” She said finally, her voice soft.

“Yet here I am.” My voice was low, steady; not even trying to mask the dark intentions behind it.

Slowly, she turned, her chocolate eyes locking onto mine. There was no fear, but something darker, that matched the fire in my gaze. Something scarier than both of us would’ve admitted.

Her breathing was slower now, measured, like she was trying to stay in control. I smirked, the corner of my mouth lifting as my fingers reached out, brushing lightly against hers.

“You’ve got a game.” Her words were barely above a whisper.

“And you’ve got my head somewhere it shouldn’t be,” I replied, the truth slipping out before I could stop it.

For a moment, we just stood there, the noise of the outside world forgotten, both of us knowing exactly what we were risking.

But in that moment, I didn’t care.

Natalia’s breath hitched, her fingers trembling under my touch, but she didn’t pull away. “We shouldn’t have done it,” She murmured, her voice barely audible. “Last night was a mistake.”

I ran my tongue over my teeth, letting the insult roll off me. My hand trailed from her fingers to the inside of her wrist, feeling the steady thrum of her pulse.

“A mistake?” I echoed, my voice laced with a dangerous edge. “Funny how you didn’t seem to think so when you were wrapped around me.”

She swallowed hard, the rise and fall of her chest growing heavier. Her eyes flickered down to where my hand rested against her skin, the warmth of her body urging something primal hidden inside me.

“Trevor,” She whispered, almost begging me to stay away. But I couldn’t.

I stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the heat radiating off her. “Tell me to stop.”

Her gaze snapped to mine, and for a moment, I thought she might. I thought she’d push me away and break this twisted thing between us. But instead, she stayed silent, the unspoken desire between us buzzing.

A growl formed deep in my chest. “You can’t, can you?”

“That doesn’t mean we should…” She admitted finally, her voice breaking slightly, a confession neither of us could ignore

I tilted my head, my thumb brushing against the soft skin of her jawline. “Shouldn’t. But we will,” I murmured, the promise hanging heavy between us.

Her eyes fluttered closed as I leaned in, my lips hovering just above hers. Teasing. Taunting . My free hand slid around her waist, pulling her into me.

I gave her one last chance to pull away.

But when her hands found their way to my chest, clutching the fabric of my shirt as if it were the only thing grounding her…

I captured her bottom lip between mine, the kiss starting slow but quickly spiraling into something more desperate, more consuming. She met my hunger with her own, her hand finding its way to the back of my neck, pressing herself into me.

When my hands dropped to her ass to pull up her skirt, hers dropped to my trousers to undo them.

“Fuck,” I groaned when she slipped her hand beneath and palmed my hard length over my boxers. “I thought we were a mistake?”

“I need you so bad,” She whimpered as I slid my hand under her thong, feeling how wet she was.

“I need you more, baby.” The words sounded foreign coming from me. Not only did I never use dirty talk, I never showed affection – ever .

Lowering my head to her neck, kissing and biting, I had a plan to keep going lower, but she stopped me.

“I need you right now,” She breathed out. “Like this.”

“Right now, amai ?”

“ Right now .”

Before I knew it, my dick was out of my pants and gliding between her slick folds, as I held her up against the lockers – the way I’d wanted to since that first night I saw her wear this cheerleading outfit. Then, I was pushing inside her, slow , as deep as I could go.

“ Oh, my God. Yes .” She moaned, her nails clawing at my back, when I started grinding into her.

“How’s it feel, baby?”

“ So fucking good… ”

“Yeah?”

“ Yeah… ”

“Yeah?” I asked again, my tone harsher as I pumped rougher in and out of her, my lower abs clapping against her soft pussy.

It was short, fast and mind-blowingly intense.

Natalia had to slap a hand over her mouth as she came, to stop from screaming, and I had to stop from coming inside her, instead pulling out and spilling my cum on her pussy and the inside of her thighs.

Her breathing was heavy and exhausted in my ear although we couldn’t have fucked for longer than a couple minutes.

Lowering her slowly to the ground, I turned her around so her ass pressed into my still-hard cock. My rough palm found its way between her legs, moving back and forth, massaging my cum into her soft skin. Over her sensitive, wet pussy. Between her shaking thighs. Over her lower stomach. Until it was part of her.

Natalia shuddered against me, though made no move to stop me.

Once I was finally done, I pulled her panties from the side, back in place and slapped her ass – almost going feral over the way it bounced from my slap.

As she twisted around, her arms wrapped around my neck pulling me in. I didn’t hesitate to lean down and press my lips to hers, kissing her sloppier than before, and losing my fucking mind when she reciprocated – my tongue swirling around hers, sucking on it, biting her lip – until she was panting.

“You can’t wipe my cum off until the end of the game. Understood?” I murmured darkly against her lips.

She shuddered when we kept kissing, and a dark, twisted part of me enjoyed the reaction I got out of her.

“ Mhm ,” She answered once we pulled apart, lifting her chin to meet my gaze.

I stared into her soft eyes – the warm, espresso reaching into my chest and tugging.

There was no turning back now.

Us .

Our desires. Our secrets. Our dangerous game.

I was more than willing to play.