Obsession (Raven’s Vale Psychos #1

Chapter Six

Hollis

There were days when time passed slowly, and other times it flew by. Thanks to the TV in the room, I was able to at least keep up with the dates. The day of the next sacrifice loomed like a dark cloud over Raven’s Vale, casting a shadow over the whole damn town. I felt it in my bones, that icy dread creeping up my spine as the day inched closer. I didn’t have to walk around town to know everyone was on edge, glancing over their shoulders, Killing Day breathing down our necks like an omen of doom.

I didn’t sleep a wink the night before, just staring at the filthy ceiling above me, waiting for the inevitable moment Riot would arrive. I didn’t even hear him come. He was so damn quiet for such a big bastard. One moment I was shivering in bed, and the next, Riot had his hands on me, dragging me out of the room. At least I’d been able to dress the last time he’d been in the room. Although, as possessive as he seemed to be of me, I didn’t think he’d let anyone else see me naked.

“No! No, please!” It was no use. He had me, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.

Riot was silent as the grave, save for his harsh breathing, as he hauled me into town. My heart was about to beat its way out of my chest, my mind a frenzy of terror-fueled thoughts. Is this it? Is this finally the end of the line for me?

We stumbled down the darkened alley, garbage and God knows what else squishing under our feet. My stomach churned, and I swallowed back bile, focusing on anything but the bloody end I was sure awaited me. Had I not played by his rules? I didn’t know what was happening, or why.

Riot shoved me against a damp brick wall, and my breath caught in my throat. Was this the end of the line? My eyes were wide, as I watched Riot reach for one of his blades.

“Please,” I whimpered, “I’ll do anything. Anything you want. Just don’t --”

Riot’s cold, dark eyes met mine and there was a flicker of… something. Confusion? Interest? I couldn’t tell, and it wasn’t the time to decipher the psychopath’s thoughts.

Suddenly, with a swift motion, Riot turned and glanced down the alley. I saw the mayor waiting with another woman. He shoved the poor thing into the alley and Riot left me long enough to grab her.

Dragging her closer, he slammed her against the wall beside me. With his gaze locked on mine, he held out his hand. I didn’t have a choice but to place my palm against his. He tugged me closer, placing me in front of him, facing the other woman.

She cried, but I saw the look of resignation in her eyes. Riot put the knife in my hand, and I nearly dropped it.

“Time to show me you can live in the dark with me, Hollis,” he said. “Because if you can’t, then maybe she can.”

I sucked in a breath as his meaning hit me. He wanted me to kill her? And if I didn’t, then he’d make her the same offer? What the hell?

“Riot, I…”

He wrapped his hand around mine, pressing my fingers tighter into the hilt of the knife. “It goes in just like you’re slicing butter. Easy as can be. Come on, Hollis. Show me you have what it takes to be mine.”

He nuzzled the side of my neck and I swallowed hard. Closing my eyes, I thrust the knife forward and felt it sink into the woman. She screamed out in pain, and I quickly released the handle and backed farther into Riot.

“Not a bad start,” he said. He moved me to the side, but where he could keep me within sight.

With his gaze locked on mine, Riot stuck the blade into her stomach. Not once. Not twice, but three times. As she gasped and sputtered, trying to cling to life, he dragged the knife across her throat. Blood sprayed the opposite wall, and my screams mingled with the poor girl’s gurgles.

The Butcher, the monster of Raven’s Vale, had just spared me.

I slid to the ground, trembling in shock as Riot wiped his blade on the dead girl’s shirt. I didn’t understand. Why did I have to be the one to stab her first? What if I hadn’t? Would he really have killed me and taken her home instead? He’d said I was the only one to make him curious about something other than murder. Now I had to wonder if it had been a lie.

He prowled closer to me, caging me against the wall with his massive body. Leaning down, his lips crushed mine in a dominating kiss. I had no choice but to surrender to him.

When he stopped, he dragged me from the alley and back to the mansion. We didn’t slow until we’d entered his room once more.

My breathing was ragged, and my heart raced as I watched him grab a dirty shirt from the floor. With one menacing glance, he wiped the bloody knife on it before throwing it onto a pile of other weapons.

“Do you know why I spared you?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous. “You have the prettiest fucking body I’ve ever seen. And you’re mine. The only woman to ever interest me in something other than killing.”

My heart thumped against my chest as he towered over me, his gaze burning into my soul. I couldn’t speak. All I could do was nod in agreement.

He grinned wickedly. “Good girl.”

He dragged me by the hair and pulled me closer to him. Our bodies were pressed tightly against each other, and I could feel the heat emanating from him.

Without warning, he slammed me against the wall, pinning me there with his massive frame. His free hand reached down to grope my ass cheek, squeezing it roughly through my clothes. I gasped at his sudden roughness but couldn’t help the wave of arousal that washed over me.

His lips met mine again, this time even more forceful than before. His tongue plunged deep into my mouth, claiming it as his own while he pushed his hips forward, grinding his hard length against my soaked pussy.

“Please,” I moaned into his mouth, arching my back to get closer to him. “Fuck me, Riot.”

He pulled away slightly, looking down at me with dark lustful eyes. “Not yet.”

He ran a callused finger down my cheek.

I felt his rough hands on my hips, pushing my skirt up and exposing my bare ass. Riot groaned in approval as he spanked it, leaving a burning heat on my skin.

“I let you live, and now you’re going to pay me… with your body.” His hot breath tickled my ear. He quickly stripped out of his clothes, then picked up the knife again. He cut my clothes from my body, and I stared at the remnants, wondering if I’d have anything left to wear if he kept doing that.

He took my hand and led me over to the bed, pushing me down onto it. His body hovered above mine, his hard cock pressing against my stomach. He trailed his fingers across my sensitive skin, tracing random patterns that sent shivers down my spine. He brushed his fingers over his name, where he’d etched it into my skin. He hadn’t gone deep enough to leave a dark scar, and the way I saw him eye it the other day made me think he might cut it a little deeper before too long.

“You know you want this,” he whispered huskily. “You want me to claim you as mine.”

I bit my lip, too aroused to resist him. “Do whatever you want with me.”

He smiled wickedly. His eyes filled with lust. “That’s my girl.”

He spread my legs wide, leaving me exposed and vulnerable beneath him. Before I could even process what was happening, he pulled me into a scorching hot kiss that left me breathless. His rough hands explored every inch of my body, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

It should have bothered me that he’d just murdered someone. Yet all I could think of was the way he made me feel.

I felt his warm mouth close around my nipple, sucking hard, and all other thoughts fled from my mind.

“You like that, don’t you?” he asked, his voice low and menacing. I nodded frantically, unable to form words. He chuckled darkly and moved to my other breast, teasing it with his tongue before taking the nipple between his teeth and biting down hard.

I cried out in mixed pain and pleasure. He grinned wolfishly and moved down toward my pussy, teasing me with his hot breath.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. I think you get off on being with a monster like me.”

Without warning, he plunged his tongue inside me, licking and sucking on my swollen clit while his fingers explored my tight, wet pussy. I could feel myself starting to come, waves of pleasure washing over me.

“Fuck, yes! I need you inside me, Riot!”

He pulled away with a smirk, his eyes full of mischief. “Not yet.”

He ran his hands through my hair. He then positioned himself between my legs and slowly pushed his cock inside me, stretching me as he went deeper and deeper.

I moaned loudly, feeling him fill me up completely. “Oh God.”

I gasped as he began to thrust into me with a steady rhythm. It felt so good, so wrong, but I couldn’t help myself. I wrapped my legs around his waist and held on tight as he took me harder and faster.

“You’re mine. My little toy. My whore.”

His hands found my still throbbing ass cheek, and he squeezed roughly. I cried out in pain as he continued to fuck me, his cock slamming into me over and over again.

We moved together in a primal dance of lust and domination, our bodies entwined in a display of raw passion. And as I felt another climax building inside me, I knew that I would never be the same again.

He groaned loudly, pushing himself deeper inside me as he came, filling me with his hot cum. We collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as our heartbeats slowly returned to normal.

I looked up at him, feeling a strange mix of emotions: shame, excitement, and above all, a desire for more.

“Was it good for you?” he asked with a wicked grin. “Did you enjoy getting fucked by a killer?”

“It was…” I trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what we had just done. But I knew one thing for sure: I was addicted to this feeling of being taken, of being owned.

He grinned, his eyes dark and unfathomable. “Good. Because there’s more where that came from.”

Oh, God. If he didn’t kill me with his knives, he might kill me with sex. Why didn’t that sound like an awful idea? I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, but he wasn’t going to give me a choice. I both loved it and hated it.

“I will take you whenever I want. However I want.” He reached out to grab a handful of my hair and gave it a tug. “And you’re going to be my good little toy and do exactly as I say. Your life literally depends on it. You piss me off, try to run off, or break my rules, and it’s game over.”

The fear should have been there. The self-preservation kicking in to tell me to get out while I still fucking could. Instead, all I felt was anticipation. Anticipation for my new life as his plaything.

“Yes, Riot.” I gasped, biting my lip as his grip on my hair tightened. “I’m yours. I’ll be a good girl. I promise.”

He smirked and released me. “Good.”

As I stood up, his muscular arms flexed as he reached out to pull me closer. His touch sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.

“I want you to know that this is your choice,” he stated, his voice low and velvety with a hint of roughness. “You can shower with me or face the consequences.”

The way he eyed the bed I knew what he meant. I’d be handcuffed again and stuck in the bed. As I looked into his piercing eyes, all I could think about was how much I craved him inside me once again.

“I’ll shower with you,” I whispered back, already feeling the warmth spread between my legs. I felt like such a slut. Not once had I ever been interested in sex with a man. Not until Riot. Of all men for me to be insanely attracted to, why did it have to be a psychopath like him?

He led me into the bathroom and started the shower, then shoved me under the spray. He joined me and pulled me against his chest. His large hands roamed up and down my back slowly at first before gripping firmly just below my shoulder blades, pulling me into him even more forcefully while his tongue delved deep into my mouth exploring every inch hungrily.

He backed me to the tiled wall and pinned me against it while continuing to ravage my mouth. One hand snaked down to my ass and squeezed my cheek, while the other gripped my hair tightly.

“Riot, I need you.”

“You are so fucking sexy when you beg for it like that,” he said. He leaned in closer, causing goose bumps on my skin.

Without further warning or prompting, he slid two fingers deep inside of me stretching me wide before filling me completely. His touch sent waves of pleasure washing over every inch of my body.

He rubbed his cock against my belly. “Fuck! You feel so good!”

Lifting me, he forced my legs around his waist and slid his cock in deep. For some reason, his touch felt almost tender, even though he still took what he wanted. I felt the heat of his release inside me, and whimpered when he pulled out.

Riot turned me to face the wall and forced me to bend over. His hand cracked against my ass, and I yelped, feeling the sting. He spanked me again. And again. Each blow came harder than the one before, and my ass felt like it was on fire. I worried he might bruise me.

“Stop, please! What did I do wrong?” I asked.

He pressed against me, his cock wedging between my ass cheeks. “Not a damn thing. But I need you to equate pleasure with pain, Hollis. One day, you’ll beg me for both. And that’s when you’ll be perfect.”

I shivered, both fearful and turned on by his words. What was he doing to me? And why didn’t I want to escape from him? Something was wrong with me. Maybe I was just as broken as he was, but in a different way.

“What am I to you, Riot?” I asked.

“I’ve already told you. You’re my toy. Which means I can play with you however I want. Put my dick in all your holes. Spank your pretty ass. Wrap my hand around your throat.” He bent over my back, placing his lips near my ear. “I could kill someone, make you watch, then fuck you right then and there. And there’s not one damn thing you could do about it. Do you know why?”

“Because I belong to you?” I asked.

“That’s right, Hollis. You’re mine.”

I shivered as he drew back and thrust his cock into me again. By the time he’d fucked me several times, my pussy ached, and I was so tired I could barely stay awake. I felt him carrying me to the bed, and the cool metal of a handcuff going around one wrist. Then the heat of his body behind me.

Riot was determined to drag me into his hell, and I wasn’t sure I could do anything but go willingly.