Divine Obsession (GodHood #2)

Chapter 26

Present

My eyes shot open.

I screamed.

Jumped and ran away.

I was across the room within seconds, hitting the light switch on.

My whole body shook with nerves as I gathered the courage to turn back around.

His hands were still on the mattress, along with one knee – hovering over, in the same position he’d been in while devouring me. The spot I’d been in underneath him just a moment ago, moaning and whimpering, now empty.

Pushing off the bed, he straightened back to his full intimidating height, before throwing an arrogant, disinterested look over his shoulder.

Ferocity amid elegance.

I stared at him like a deer in headlights.

Trevor motherfucking Su.

My eyes met his for the first time in four years.

I didn’t understand how he was possibly here, or why . Or even better, why he’d just gone along with… This.

He’d made it perfectly clear he didn’t want me when he left with absolutely no last words. Four years passed with no contact between us.

We hooked up in college.

Then he disappeared.

I didn’t expect us to start dating or anything serious considering the circumstances; his sister was my best friend, our families didn’t get along, and neither of us was trying to settle down.

But ghosting?

He didn’t just not answer a text or ignore me in the hallways – he left the country . No, the continent .

It was disrespectful, and embarrassing, and… Hurtful .

And suddenly, it made sense why he hadn’t come clean about his identity before his tongue was already deep inside me.

The same motive he always had. To fuck with me.

I took in his new appearance. He was still him, but…

He was different now.

The last time I saw him, he was big. Now, he was huge .

The last time I saw him, he was handsome. Now, he was all sex and… man.

The last time I saw him, he was intimidating. Now, he was short of terrifying.

“Something wrong?” Sarcasm laced his voice.

It was different now. Deeper. Scarier.

When he fully turned to face me, and his eyes flickered over my body, I finally realized I was naked in front of the bastard. With the big, overhead light on, everything was on display.

My cheeks burned pink as I wrapped my arms around myself.

The painful ache between my legs intensified, reminding me that I didn’t get to come. It only made me hyperaware of my obviously slick thighs. Or Trevor’s spit slowly slipping down the inside of one of my thighs like torture.

By the dark smirk on his face, I knew he could see it too.

“ You can’t be serious .”

“Missed me?” Trevor cocked his head, faking innocence.

I bit on my back teeth when I felt my eyes burn. This was beyond fucked up. “You need psychiatric help.”

An amused breath escaped him as he took a couple steps forward. “ Maybe .”

Tears gathered in my eyes, and I knew he could see them.

“Why are you crying? Not happy to see me?”

“I would’ve never even looked in your direction if I knew it was you.”

“That so?” His jaw ticked with tension.

I’d been too disorientated until that moment, to realize he was heading straight for me. My heart thumped uncontrollably in my chest as I rushed to the door.

There was a party down the hall, but I was a thousand times more scared of being alone with Trevor than walking out there naked.

This thing between us… It was strong. Intense. Crazy . Fucked-up.

Large hands slammed into the door before I could yank it open. One on each side of my body, and I felt him step into me, caging me in. His suit brushed against the naked skin of my back, goosebumps ghosting over me.

“That why you were begging me to touch you?”

My voice shook. “I didn’t know it was you…”

One of his hands snaked around my front, before sliding up and wrapping around my neck. A violent shiver rolled through me when he pulled me into him, his head dipping close to my ear.

“You really want me to believe you had no idea it was me?”

The one-in-a-million chance had crossed my mind.

I would never admit that the reason I’d been into ‘the stranger’ earlier tonight was because he somehow reminded me of Trevor. It was embarrassing. Sad. Pathetic.

At the bar, there’d been a warmth and safety to him.

Now, I was shaking with nerves and the fear of the unknown.

Because none of it made any sense. From why he was back in New York, or at the party, to why he was here , in my room. Or why he wasn’t letting me go .

He was big and strong, but I wasn’t scared of him physically. I knew he would never hurt me or any woman.

But he’d already broken my heart once when we were teenagers. I couldn’t fall back into this… I couldn’t go through it again. Not with him.

My bottom lip trembled with embarrassment, and my voice came out as anything but convincing. “I didn’t…”

Trevor twisted me around, causing me to smash into his chest.

“I think you did.”

One second his hand was brushing down over my ass, the next, two of his big fingers were pushing inside of me.

A strangled gasp escaped me as I squeezed around him like a vice.

“I think you knew exactly that it was me.”

His fingers pumped in and out, fast but still pushing their way through since I wasn’t stretched out enough yet. He stroked inside me in the most toe-curling way, and I almost rolled my hips to match his rhythm.

“I think you were praying I wouldn’t confirm it, so you could pretend like you didn’t mean for this to happen.”

My sensitive nipples brushed against his crisp shirt. My fingers dug into his shoulders, while his dug into my hip.

“I think you thanked God when I didn’t say anything, so you could enjoy this without any guilt.”

I lowered my head, looking away – maybe because I was ashamed, maybe because I couldn’t take it anymore. But his hand gripped my throat again, forcing me to look up at him.

He was frowning too, looking down at me with his onyx eyes. “You think I’d let you enjoy this, without punishment, after everything?”

I hadn’t done anything to deserve this from him .

Tears burned my eyes.

Then his, black like coal, flashed with fire. “You think I’d let you come on my tongue thinking about another man? I’d burn this fucking city to the ground before you got that idea in your head.”

Fire built at my core, sparking and spreading through the rest of me.

He leaned down, pulling me in so close, our noses were brushing.

“You think you can get rid of me?”

My orgasm ripped through me in shock waves. My lips were parted, brushing his, allowing every whimper to escape out of my mouth, and into his. His rough fingers stroked inside me with the same force, if not harder, making me roll and grind my hips into his palm.

I thought he was going to kiss me at some point, but he never did.

He kept us close enough so we were breathing the same air; close enough that I was dying for him to close the distance between us; but far enough to torture me.

When my pleasure finally came to a finish after what seemed like forever, he slowly pulled out of me. I was still dizzy when he pushed the two fingers he’d used inside me, into my mouth. I moaned around him in surprise, and he spread them out slowly – the dark look in his eyes hypnotizing me to lick them clean.

His other hand was still wrapped around my throat when he pulled his fingers out of my mouth and leaned in to speak in my ear.

“When you play with yourself tonight, thinking about how good it would’ve been to come on my tongue and not behave like a brat, I want you to remember all the times I fucked you in college. Don’t pretend like I don’t know exactly how to set you straight.”