Obsession (Raven’s Vale Psychos #1

Chapter Thirteen

Hollis

My heart hammered in my chest, anticipation and dread warring within me. Riot had commanded that I wait for him here, and the thought of disobeying never crossed my mind.

“Welcome back,” I whispered as the door creaked open, revealing his towering figure. His footsteps were heavy and purposeful. His eyes burned with sadistic intensity, promising pain and pleasure in equal measure.

“Miss me, did you?” he asked, slamming the door shut behind him. The sound ricocheted through the room, sealing my fate within his merciless grasp. I didn’t know what happened while he was gone. He still seemed as angry as before.

Trembling, I lifted my gaze to meet his, where fear entangled with longing deep within me. “Yes.”

“Good.” He smirked, reaching out to stroke my cheek with his rough hand.

“Riot…” My voice was barely more than a breath, but he seemed to hear it just fine.

“Shh,” he whispered, pressing a finger against my lips. “You don’t have to say anything.”

As much as I hated to admit it, there was something comforting about giving myself over to him completely. In a world filled with chaos and uncertainty, Riot was my one constant -- my anchor in the storm. Even when he inflicted pain, at least I knew he wouldn’t go too far. Somewhere along the way, I’d learned to trust him.

“Just… don’t hurt me too much,” I said.

His laughter was low and dangerous, sending shivers down my spine. “Now, where would be the fun in that?”

The room seemed to shrink as Riot towered over me, his presence a suffocating force that left me gasping for air. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his piercing gaze, my entire being trembling under the weight of his stare.

“The doctor lied to me. Dr. Fields won’t be with us anymore. Crash and Kane are taking care of her. She told me I was sterile. I’d thought there was no way you were pregnant with my baby. But now I know different. It’s mine, Hollis, and so are you.”

Panic threatened to consume me, my thoughts racing as I tried to process the horrifying reality of my situation. I was carrying the child of a monster -- bound to him in a way I could never have imagined. The terror that gripped me was unlike anything I had ever experienced, rendering me utterly helpless. Sure, being here on my own was one thing. But bringing a child into the mix? I couldn’t begin to imagine it.

“Please,” I choked out, tears stinging my eyes, “don’t hurt our baby.”

A cruel laugh escaped Riot’s lips as he leaned in close, his breath hot on my face. “I’ll keep it safe, Hollis” -- his words were a twisted promise, laced with sadistic glee -- “but don’t expect anything else from me.”

I couldn’t tear my gaze away from Riot’s perverse smile, the malice in his eyes chilling me to the core. My heart pounded violently against my chest, as if trying to escape the prison that was now my life.

“Remember this well. I’ll protect you and the little one, but don’t think for a second that means I’ll love either of you.” He grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet his cold, merciless stare. “You’re mine, Hollis. Body and soul. And the kid in your belly belongs to me too.”

“Don’t do this. Not to your own baby.”

“Too late for pleading. You’re both in my world and there’s no way out.”

My mind raced with panic, desperately searching for any shred of hope. But all I found was the suffocating darkness of my new reality -- trapped, bound to a monster who reveled in my fear. The weight of it threatened to crush me, filling my throat with bile and bile alone.

“Why are you doing this? I thought things were better between us. Did something happen?”

His grip tightened around my chin, causing pain to shoot through my jaw. “Because I can. You’re mine, and I intend to keep you that way.”

Left with no other choice, I clenched my fists and steeled my resolve. If I was to survive this nightmare, I would have to rely on my own strength and resourcefulness -- the very traits that had kept me alive in Raven’s Vale thus far.

His dark gaze bore into me, and my mind raced with horrifying possibilities. As I stared into his cold eyes, I knew that fighting him would only bring more pain, more suffering. The only way to survive this nightmare was to submit to his abnormal desires, to play whatever sick game he had in store for me. Not only as a woman, but now as the mother of his child.

“Fine. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t hurt the baby. No matter what you do, I won’t let you destroy me.” And I knew I’d have to do whatever I could to protect my child.

“Brave words. But we’ll see how long that defiance lasts. Just remember there’s nowhere you can run, nowhere you can hide from me. I own you, body and soul -- and I always will.” Riot’s dark eyes gleamed like a predator stalking its prey, an unsettling grin curving his lips. “There’s something I haven’t told you yet.”

I swallowed hard, bracing myself for whatever new torment he had in store. My hands clenched into fists at my sides, nails digging into my palms. What new form of torture was he going to unleash on me now?

“See, I went to the trouble of implanting a little GPS tracker in your body. So even if you think about running, I’ll always know exactly where to find you.”

I could feel my heart plummeting into my stomach, the weight of my situation pressing down on me beneath its oppressive darkness. How could he do such a thing to me? My thoughts were a whirlwind of fear and desperation as I grappled with the reality of my new existence. Every time I thought I’d come to accept all the parts of Riot, he’d come up with something new that sent me reeling.

“I’ve only just begun, Hollis. You haven’t even seen the depths of my darkness yet. But if it’s any consolation, that little tracker is how I was able to find you before Crash and Kane could kill you. So think on that for a bit.”

I knew my nightmare was far from over -- and that I would have to summon every ounce of strength and cunning I possessed if I wanted to outmaneuver this sadistic monster who now controlled my life. And the easiest way to set him at ease seemed to be through the use of my body. If I could entice him, then perhaps I could soothe the monster lurking inside him. Even though I hadn’t fully healed, a bit of pain was better than Riot losing control.

I could feel the weight of Riot’s gaze pulling me deeper into his twisted world. His eyes were like flames dancing across my skin, hungry for more than just my body. He wanted control over every aspect of who I was, down to the very core of my being.

His eyebrows rose as he stared at me. “I see the look in your eyes. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“And if I say yes?” I asked.

He chuckled darkly before leaning down once and capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left me breathless. His tongue danced with mine while one hand slowly drifted down toward my pussy which was already soaked through my underwear from anticipation alone.

He teased me mercilessly by running his fingers just along the edge of my panties without actually touching me where it hurt the most yet again displaying dominance over me, forcing a moan out of me despite myself as I squirmed under him wanting more… This time when his hand finally brushed against my clit it sent shockwaves through every inch of my body making lust take over any remaining semblance of rational thought.

The room spun around us as he took control both physically and mentally, pushing boundaries and breaking down walls. I heard the rip sound as he tore my panties and tossed them aside. Unbuckling his belt, he opened his jeans and pushed them down around his hips, pulling out his cock.

He gave it a lazy stroke and I watched as pre-cum beaded on the head. After pumping it a few more times, he dragged my ass to the edge of the mattress, bent my knees to my chest, and thrust deep inside me.

I cried out in surprise. There was a spike of pain with the pleasure as he roughly claimed me. Riot took me hard and deep, not seeming to care if I liked it or not. The feverish gleam in his eyes told me enough. I took each punishing stroke of his cock, closing my eyes and letting my emotions wash over me. Since he didn’t know how to feel, I’d have to do it for the both of us.

“Look at me, Hollis,” he demanded. I opened my eyes and held his gaze. He spread my knees apart and stared at where we were joined. “You look so pretty split wide around my cock.”

Despite the pain and humiliation I felt from being used like this, there was something undeniably arousing about it all. The way he looked at me, possessive yet covetous at the same time, sent a jolt of electricity straight to my pussy. It was as though I existed only for him -- to satisfy his needs and desires however he saw fit.

It felt so wrong but also so right as he took control with each thrust claiming what was his. As he took me harder, I felt a wave of pleasure wash over me. He held my hips tightly, using them to control the depth and pace of his thrusts.

On the next stroke, I couldn’t hold back any longer, and I came, crying out his name. The heat of his release filled me, and then he collapsed onto the bed beside me.

“You’re fucking amazing,” he murmured before kissing my shoulder.

His words sent a wave of heat spreading through me once again. It was clear that this wasn’t just physical for him -- there was genuine emotion there too, even if he didn’t realize it… it might not be quite what either of us were expecting when this relationship started, but that didn’t make it any less seductive. Knowing I made him feel something was a heady experience.

“I’m upset about the tracker,” I said. “But I’m glad you did it. If you hadn’t, I’d probably have been tortured to death by Crash and Kane. Then you would have lost me and our baby.”

He placed a hand over my belly and I covered his with mine. This was going to be the most fucked-up family ever, but it was ours. I’d been alone for so long, and now Riot had given me the one thing I always wanted.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, lightly touching my wounds. The bruises had faded and were nearly gone. The stitches had come out, although the cuts hadn’t fully healed.

“I’m fine, Riot. I needed that as much as you did. In case you missed it, I’m tougher than I look.” I smiled at him faintly. “Although, I’d prefer not to put it to the test again.”

“Come on. I’ll wash you in the shower, then you need to sleep more. The doctor said you still need rest.” He lifted me into his arms and carried me to the bathroom. Riot helped me remove my clothes, then took off his own. Once the shower spit out steamy water, he led me under the spray.

I’d never felt him touch me so gently as he washed my body and hair. I didn’t dare bring attention to the fact he was treating me so well. If I did, it would probably set him off. In Riot’s eyes, he was always cold and heartless. But he wasn’t. Not really.

I didn’t deny he was a killer, and remorselessly took countless lives. If it weren’t for the fact any people who wandered into town and stayed too long were forced to remain here, the town would have died out long ago. I wasn’t sure how it all worked, but I knew the sheriff and mayor had a system in place. I’d overheard them one day.

Riot, Crash, and Kane had no choice but to remain in Raven’s Vale until the day they died. It was the only way to guarantee they wouldn’t be locked back up. Which meant I was stuck here forever too. But I hoped one day, our baby would be able to venture out into the world. Unless they were a killer like Riot. And like me. He’d twisted and molded me until I became someone I didn’t recognize. Then again, perhaps this was who I was always meant to be.

“You’re thinking too hard,” he said.

“Sorry. A lot has happened, and I guess I’m still processing everything. Especially the part about me being pregnant.” I paused. “Did you tell Crash and Kane?”

He nodded. “They know, and they’re aware if they ever try to hurt you again, I’ll make them suffer. You’ll be safe here now, Hollis. I promise.”

I leaned into him, pressing my head against his chest. I could hear his heartbeat over the sound of the shower. It soothed me. I didn’t think he’d like hearing me say as much so I kept it to myself.

“Tired?” he asked.

“Yeah. I think I need to sleep some more.”

Riot shut off the water, helped me dry off, then carried me back to the bed. He rummaged in the dresser and pulled out a nightgown, helping me dress, before tucking me into bed. It was the most absurd thing ever. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be tucked in by a serial killer.

“Sleep well, Hollis. I’ll keep watch over you.”

“Night, Riot,” I murmured right before sleep pulled me under.