Obsession (Raven’s Vale Psychos #1

Chapter Three

Hollis

I woke with a jolt, my heart pounding. My wrists were still cuffed to the damn bed, the cold metal biting into my skin. Panic surged through me like ice-cold water, and I thrashed against my restraints, desperate to escape. But it was no use, I was trapped. Just like a damn fly in a spider’s web.

The room was dimly lit, an amber glow seeping in through the curtains. Despite the lavish room, a monster inhabited it. Riot Tredway, The Butcher himself. I’d heard the stories, but nothing could prepare me for the beast who’d claimed me last night.

As I wriggled under the covers, I winced at the aches and twinges I felt. I should have been terrified, ready to run. But as I lay here, a part of me trembled not with fear, but anticipation. What was wrong with me? The man was utterly depraved! I should be loath to have him touch me, and yet, I felt a heat building inside of me at the mere thought of having his hands on me.

My breath caught in my throat as a tall, dark figure loomed at the foot of the bed. It was him. Riot. His eyes were as cold as the grave, boring into mine, and I swore I could feel his gaze all the way to my very soul.

“Morning, Hollis,” he said, his voice deep and menacing. “Had a rough night?”

My mouth went dry, and bile rose in my throat. “Let me go, Riot. If you aren’t going to kill me, then release me.”

He chuckled, and the sound chilled me to the bone. “I don’t think so, Hollis. No, I don’t think so at all. You see, I have plans for you.”

Plans? What the fuck did he mean by that? Fear clawed at my insides, but I refused to show weakness. “You’re no different than the rest of the monsters in Raven’s Vale.”

He was on me in an instant, his hand around my throat, squeezing just enough to make me gasp for air. “Oh, Hollis,” he whispered, “I’m not just any monster. I am the monster. The one your mama warned you about.”

His grip tightened, and my vision started to swim.

“I hope… you… rot in hell,” I managed to rasp out.

“We have some unfinished business.”

With each passing moment, I felt his fingers clench more around my neck, choking me just a little more. The fear coursed through my veins, and yet there was something else mixed in with it -- an odd sense of arousal. He knelt down before me, his face barely an inch from mine, and I saw the madness in his eyes.

“What do you want from me?” I managed to whisper between ragged breaths.

He leaned in closer, his hot breath caressing my neck. “Your heart,” he growled softly. “I want your beating, quivering heart in my hands.”

I didn’t understand how I could feel both terrified and turned on, I felt a strange sort of excitement at his words. His dominant presence was intoxicating, and it awakened something deep inside me -- a desire to submit, to be his completely.

As he leaned in farther, his lips brushing against my earlobe, I found myself melting under his touch. His hand traveled down my body, stopping just above my thigh. He nudged me gently toward him, and I complied without thought.

Our bodies were pressed tightly together, and I could feel every inch of his hardness against my aching pussy. I moaned softly as he began to grind against me, eliciting a shiver of pleasure from deep within. His other hand moved up to cup my breast.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in my ear, his voice rough with desire. “So fucking perfect. So… mine.”

I arched my back instinctively, pushing my breast farther into his hand. My thoughts were spinning, my body on fire. I couldn’t believe how much I wanted him, how much I needed him to take control. It was as though he had cast some sort of spell over me, and I was powerless to resist.

“Say it,” he commanded.

“Please,” I whispered back. “Take me.”

With that, he pulled me closer still, his lips finding mine in a searing kiss that left us both breathless. His tongue dove deep into my mouth, tasting and exploring every inch as his hands roamed freely over my body.

I knew I should pull away, at least try to escape him. This was wrong on so many levels. I’d been sacrificed to this man, and he’d used me. So why did I feel like I was burning from the inside out? Why did I yearn for his touch now that I’d experienced it once before? I felt like I was losing my mind.

The kiss deepened, our tongues entwining as his fingers traced along the lines of my collarbone. His touch sent shivers down my spine, making me whimper into his mouth. I couldn’t help but arch my back to grant him better access to my body, begging for more even though I knew this was wrong.

He pulled away from the kiss, his hot breath fanning across my flushed cheeks. “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growled, his eyes drinking in every inch of me. I felt myself blushing harder, unable to meet his gaze as he continued to explore every curve of my body with his hands.

His thumbs brushed against my sensitized nipples, causing me to gasp and squirm under his touch.

“I want you,” he whispered against my skin, his voice rough and demanding. “I don’t know why, but I feel like I’ll go mad if I don’t devour every inch of you. Bend you to my will. Brand my scent on your skin and make you mine in every way possible.”

I tried to buck and toss him off me, but he was too strong for me. He pinned me against the bed with one hand while the other slid up the inside of my thigh, lightly brushing against my pussy. He growled again when he felt how wet I was for him, thrusting two fingers inside of me.

“Please,” I moaned helplessly as he started to move in rhythm with those two fingers buried deep inside of me. It felt so good, so wrong yet so right at the same time. I wanted him to continue even though I knew I shouldn’t.

He pulled his fingers out of me slowly, leaving a trail of wetness along my thigh as he lowered his hand. This time there was a wicked glint in his eye that sent shivers down my spine -- a prelude to whatever he had planned next for me.

Taking a deep breath, he leaned in and pressed his lips against my neck, claiming it as his own, sucking gently at the pulse point. It was both erotic and terrifying, sending shivers down my spine and making me tremble underneath him. He leaned back and unfastened his jeans, pulling out his cock. He stroked it slowly, and I stared in fascination. I hadn’t gotten a good look before. Had that really been inside me?

He straddled my body, coming closer. His cock mere inches from my face. He guided it toward my lips, and painted my lips with his pre-cum. I saw the gleam in his eyes.

“Taste me,” he demanded, and I found myself nodding weakly as he braced my head with one hand and pressed the tip of his cock to my lips. His scent enveloped me -- masculine and musky with an underlying hint of danger.

I parted my lips hesitantly and took just the tip into my mouth, savoring the taste of him. It was salty and warm, and made me shiver with need. He groaned deep in his throat, encouraging me to take more as he began to push farther inside. My eyes fluttered closed as I took him deeper into my mouth, letting myself give in to this forbidden pleasure that consumed every thought except for him.

His hips bucked against me urging me on while my clit started to pulse with need, and I pressed my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. He pulled out abruptly and eased down my body.

“You had the audacity to take your own innocence with a vibrator. Now you’ll find out what it’s like to be filled with cum.” He leaned down, his lips near my ear. “I’m going to fuck every hole you have, until there’s no doubt who you belong to. I’ll come down your throat, in your pussy, and I’ll fuck your ass. There’s not one single inch of you that isn’t mine. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I understand,” I whispered.

“Good girl.”

* * *

Riot

Lining my cock up with her pussy, I thrust into her hard and fast, filling her up. Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes as I used her, taking what I wanted. Her nipples were hard and erect, belying the fact she enjoyed what I did to her. When she looked at me, I could see the heat in her eyes, even if she didn’t want to admit she desired me.

I pounded her pussy until I couldn’t hold back. I felt my balls draw up and I pumped my cum into her, giving her everything I had. When I’d finished, she lay beneath me, limp and trying to catch her breath.

“What if I had a disease from those men?” she asked. “Did you ever consider that?”

I smirked at her. “What if I’m the one carrying something? Not that you have any business asking.”

She shuddered and my smile widened. I knew I was clean. Until Hollis, I’d not fucked a woman in years. Sexual urges weren’t something that bothered me. No, it was the whispers that came to me, telling me to spill blood. Those I would heed. Slicing up worthless pieces of flesh always made me hard, and there’d been a time I’d found a random woman and fucked her, willing or not. But this… having Hollis handcuffed to my bed, was the best I’d ever had.

I got up and went to the bathroom, starting the shower. I’d uncuff her long enough for the two of us to get cleaned up, and depending on how she behaved, I’d let her go downstairs with me. One wrong move, and she’d be right back on the bed.

I released her and carried her to the bathroom. Picking up one of my knives from the counter, I showed it to her. “Try to run, and I won’t hesitate to stab you. Understand?”

She nodded quickly, her gaze locked on the blade. I trailed the tip of the knife along her collarbone. She trembled and I felt a spike of adrenaline. Sliding the blade down farther, I circled her nipple. The fear in her eyes was addictive, and I wanted more.

“Remember when I said I’d make you mine in all ways?” I asked. “I’m going to cut my name into your skin, then I’m going to fuck you again. And you’re going to take it, aren’t you?”

She whimpered but didn’t pull away. Good, it meant she was learning. Perhaps one day, I’d be able to set her free without worrying she’d run off or hide from me.

Backing her into the shower and against the tiled wall, I pressed my body against her, pinning her in place. Gripping the knife in my hand, I didn’t take my gaze off hers. The pain and fear fueled my desires as I etched my name into her hip. As I dragged the blade down to finish writing the T, she finally cried.

My beautiful Hollis sobbed as I turned her to face the wall. Grabbing her neck, I forced her to bend over, and I kicked her feet apart. Rubbing my cock along her pussy, I made sure to brush against her clit with every stroke. Soon, I had her whimpering for another reason.

“That’s it. Tell me what you want, Hollis.”

“You. I need… I want you.”

“Beg me.” I’d never wanted anyone as much as I craved her right now.

“P-please,” she stuttered. “T-take me.”

I took her. Claimed her. Shoving my cock into her pussy, I didn’t go slow or easy. I dropped my knife and slid my hand through my bloody name on her hip before easing my palm around her to her belly. Reaching between her legs, I rubbed her little clit in hard, tight circles. She shattered, her cries of pleasure making something inside me break free. A beast I’d never known was hidden in me.

I leaned down, pressing my chest to her back, and bit into her shoulder, marking her with my teeth. She screamed as I broke the skin and the coppery taste of her blood hit my tongue. And still I kept fucking her.

I made her come twice more before I shot a load into her and pulled out. My cum slid down her thighs, mingling with the blood still oozing from my name on her hip. The water at our feet turned pink with a mixture of cum and blood, and I’d never felt more satisfied.

I quickly washed and watched as she did the same, smirking as she winced when the soap hit my name. It looked nice. Rough. Ragged.

“Get dressed.” Without another word, I shut off the water and got out. I dried myself briskly and tossed her a towel.

She waved a hand to my name on her. “This is going to bleed through my clothes and stick to the fabric.”

“You can use the stuff in the cabinet to treat it, but if it doesn’t leave a scar, I’ll be carving it again.”

As I pulled on my jeans and a tee, I watched as she quickly doctored the wound and pulled on the clothes I’d brought from her place.

The way her hands shook, and she kept casting glances at the door, told me she feared leaving this room. Whether she thought I’d kill her, or she worried about Crash and Kane was a mystery. I held out my hand to her, and she took it, letting me lead her from the room and down the stairs.

Crash and Kane stared at her, their eyes narrowed. I knew what they were wondering. Why the hell hadn’t I killed her? Because I found her much more fun alive than dead. My very own little toy.

“Well, well, well,” Crash drawled, his voice dripping with poison. “Look who finally decided to join the party.”

I glared at the asshole and flipped him off.

Kane snorted, his laughter devoid of mirth. “I knew it was only a matter of time.”

How the fuck had he known I’d keep her? I hadn’t even realized I was craving something like this until now. It bothered me, thinking he could see me clearer than I ever knew myself. Or was he talking about something else?

“You knew I’d keep her?” I asked.

He shook his head. “I meant you had to come down sooner or later. You aren’t the type to hole up in your room with a woman for days. Unless you’re torturing her.”

“Leave us,” I said. My brothers stood and left the room, but I saw the way Crash eyed Hollis, and I didn’t like it. I had a feeling he’d cause trouble sooner or later.

It looked like Kane had cooked today. Bowls of eggs, biscuits, and bacon sat in the center of the table. I grabbed two clean plates and some forks, then motioned for Hollis to sit. She obeyed without question, and I filled a plate for her. We ate in silence, and I contemplated why I wanted more from her than death.

What made Hollis Crane so special?