Obsessed With Him (The Boxed Set) (Obsessed With Him Books 1-3)

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by Ford, Hannah


  “You taste real good, Princess,” he said kissing me again on the lips, softly this time. “I’ll bet you taste even better down here.” The thought of his mouth down there, his tongue on my pussy, his lips moving in between my legs as he kissed my center was enough to make me moan out loud.

  But he moved his hand out from under my skirt and up to the ties of my uniform. He pulled one strand of fabric, then the other, until my top was open. He slid his palm under the loosened fabric and as soon as he touched my bare skin, my nipple hardened.

  He shifted on the chair and I could feel his cock through his pants. I wanted to push into it, to feel it against me, to take him inside of me. I’d heard about girls losing their minds, having sex with guys not that long after they’d met them, and I’d never believed you could want someone that bad.

  But now I believed it.

  I wanted to fuck him.

  I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me, to lick me, touch me, finger me, use me.

  He pushed the top of my uniform back, so that my breasts were completely exposed, and then he lowered his head to my nipple, pulling it into his mouth and sucking gently. His tongue swirled around my peak, then moved to my other breast, sucking and squeezing my tits until I was dizzy.

  “God, Princess,” he said, as he leaned back and took off his shirt. “You are driving me fucking crazy.” His body was just as I’d imagined – ripped and toned, every muscle rippling and visible. I ran my hands up and over his stomach, counting the ridges of his six-pack.

  He grabbed my hand in his and slid it down over his stomach to the bulge that was now visible in his pants.

  He guided my hand onto his dick, which was rock hard. I stroked it up and down through his pants as he straddled me. It felt good in my hand, felt good to touch him, to feel him, to see the lust in his eyes as I stroked him.

  His hand slid back up my thigh, pushing my skirt up.

  This time, he didn’t stop. Instead, his finger found the bottom of my panties, and he slid them over to the side until I was exposed to him. His finger slid over the outside of my pussy, and I moaned and tried to push myself against his hand.

  But he slid his finger up and down slowly, moving over my slit in a hypnotic rhythm until I was so wet and so hot I felt like I was going insane.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said, as he pushed the folds of my pussy open and began to slide a finger inside.

  I moaned as I stretched out around him. I’d never felt such pleasure, never felt such lust for another person.

  He began to unbuckle his pants, and I grabbed his hands.

  “Wait,” I said. “Um, I don’t… I’ve never…”

  He froze, his hands on his zipper. “You’ve never what?”

  “I’ve never… I’m a virgin.”

  A look of panic crossed his face. “You’re joking.”

  I shook my head. “No.” His eyes darkened, so I quickly added, “But I want to. With you.”

  Colt sighed and then moved off of me, so that he was standing next to the chair. He picked his shirt up from where he’d thrown it on the floor and began putting it back on.

  The mood in the room, which had been charged with electricity, sexy and full of heat, had turned cold and tense.

  I sat up in the chair and tied the front of my uniform back together, then pushed my skirt down.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Was it something I did?” I hated the way my voice sounded, hated that I was asking him if I’d done anything wrong. But I needed to know. Now that I’d let myself want him, even if it was just for a moment, I wanted to know why he was rejecting me.

  “No,” Colt said, his tone clipped and hard. “This was a mistake.” He finished putting his shirt on and then walked out of the room, leaving me there, by myself, embarrassed and wondering what happened.

  I sat there for a moment, watching the door, thinking surely he would come back, that he’d ask if I was okay, that he’d apologize for just running out on me. But after a moment, it became clear he wasn’t going to.

  Tears stung my eyes, and I blinked rapidly, trying to keep them from spilling down my cheeks. But it was no use. Disappointment and regret washed over me in a tsunami, a wave so great it was too much to bear.

  The rejection stung, but there was also the knowledge that I’d broken my promise to Declan. I’d kissed Colt, I’d let him put his hands all over my body, I would have slept with him if he’d wanted to.

  Just like that, in one moment, it was over.

  Promise broken.

  There was no going back.

  Tears spilled down my cheeks, but I wasn’t sobbing. In fact, I was kind of having a hard time breathing. I tried to stand up, but the room spun, so I sat back down and put my head between my legs until I stopped feeling so dizzy.

  And then I reached for my bag, and the only thing that could make me feel better.

  As soon as the razor was in my hand, I felt calmer. I held the blade against my arm and pushed it into my skin, soft and slow at first until I felt just the tiniest sting. Then I pushed it deeper into my flesh, the pain more intense this time. I went even deeper, the blood turning from a thin pink line into a thick red one, sliding down my arm until one of the drops hit the floor.

  I didn’t care.

  I didn’t care if I got blood all over this stupid club.

  I moved the blade up my arm, pushing it even deeper into my skin. I began to feel high, the kind of high you got from a certain kind of pain, the kind of pain that made you feel like you were floating up and out of your body.

  I pushed the razor deeper, dragging it up my arm, further than I’d ever dragged it before, enjoying the look of the long, jagged cut that resulted.

  Two more drops of blood feel onto the carpet, and then three more. They were coming fast now, drip drip drip, and something about it was slightly alarming. I’d never bled that much before. I looked around for something to clean it up with, but there was nothing.

  Finally, I grabbed a couple of napkins off the bar in the corner and pushed them against my wound.

  But the napkins were soaked in no time.

  I pulled them off, finally coming down from my high, ready to survey the damage. And when I saw it, I gasped.

  The cuts were deep, gashes really, my flesh gaping open on the sides of each cut. Blood was pouring out of the wounds, and they were starting to hurt now, really hurt, and not in a good way.

  I went to move toward the door, to get out of there and call for help, but when I turned around, the floor felt like it was moving underneath me. I was dizzy, and I reached out and grabbed at one of the chairs, using it to steady myself. But my legs were wobbly, like I was walking on two strands of spaghetti, and next thing I knew, they were giving way.

  I feel to the floor, panic rising in my chest.

  The room started to slip away.

  And then everything went black.

  End of Book Three LOOK FOR BOOK FOUR, TAKEN BY HIM, COMING SOON

 

 

 


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