His Dangerous Obsession

Chapter Two: A stranger

Warning: 18+ ONLY — Mature/s****l content ahead. Reader discretion advised.

Ruby’s POV

He carried me into his house, up the stairs, and into his bedroom, then gently dropped me onto the bed.

“I’m giving you time to run,” he said, smirking as he pulled off his shirt.

God, his bare chest… I didn’t even have the right word for it. His abs looked carved, and all I could think about was touching them.

As if he could read my mind, he walked over, took one of my hands, and pressed it against his chest.

“Did you want to feel it?” he asked.

I nodded. He smiled.

Then he kissed me — not softly, but hungrily. He kissed me until I was breathless. His hands found the zipper of my dress and stripped it off, leaving me in just my bra and panties.

“You look beautiful,” he said.

He kissed me again. His hand slipped behind my back, unclipped my bra, and tossed it aside. He cupped one of my breasts, and a soft moan escaped my lips. I felt him smile against my mouth.

His lips left mine and trailed down to my chest. He sucked one n****e into his mouth while his hand worked the other — licking, sucking, and biting until he left a mark. Then he moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention.

His hand drifted lower, sliding between my thighs. I instinctively pressed my legs together.

He didn’t look angry. He just smiled.

“Virgin… open your legs,” he ordered.

I obeyed, looking up into his blue eyes.

“Good girl.” His fingers stroked me through my panties, and I was already getting wet. He kept rubbing me through the thin fabric until I was lost in the sensation.

When I tried to pull him down for another kiss, he stopped me.

“You don’t get to kiss me until I say so.”

I nodded. He hooked his fingers into my panties and pulled them down. I was already soaked.

One of his long fingers pushed inside me. A moan escaped my throat. He worked it in and out expertly, then added a second finger. Another broken sound left my lips.

He withdrew his fingers and stood up, pushing his trousers and boxers down. His c**k sprang free — thick, long, and hard. My eyes widened.

“Will it fit?” I asked quietly.

“Why don’t we find out?” He climbed back onto the bed and settled between my legs.

The blunt head of his c**k pressed against my entrance. I sucked in a shaky breath.

“Are you scared?” he asked.

I shook my head.

He guided himself to my opening. The stretch burned, and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. I want you to know who’s f*****g you.”

I forced them open again.

“Good girl.”

Before I could brace myself, he thrust forward and buried himself inside me in one deep stroke.

I screamed. The pain was sharp and sudden. I tried to push him away, but he caught my wrists and pinned them gently, then leaned down to kiss the back of my hands.

“Relax. Just breathe.”

“It’s too deep,” I whimpered. “It feels like it’s going to tear me apart.”

He smirked and kissed me hard, distracting me as he stayed still inside me, letting me adjust. After a few moments he began to move — slow, careful strokes at first. The pain gradually melted into something hotter.

“Ahh…” I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Then he started f*****g me harder, faster, driving into me until the bed shook beneath us.

I screamed as the orgasm hit me, pleasure crashing through my body so hard my vision blurred.

His breathing grew heavier. Before I could try to push him off, he pinned my wrists above my head and buried himself deep. A hot, thick pulse flooded me as he came inside me.

“When I f**k you,” he said, looking down at me, “I want you to take every drop.”

He pulled out, flipped me onto my stomach, and shoved my hips up.

“Wait—aren’t we done?” I asked, voice shaky.

“Not even close.”

Before I could protest, he pushed back into me from behind in one deep thrust. A broken moan tore from my throat.

He didn’t give me time to adjust this time. He f****d me hard and deep, one hand gripping my hip while the other pressed between my shoulder blades, holding me down. Every thrust forced a desperate sound out of me. The wet sound of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixed with my moans and the creaking of the bed.

“You’re so tight,” he growled against my ear. “Even after coming, you’re still squeezing me.”

His hand slid around my waist and found my c**t, rubbing it in rough circles while he continued pounding into me. The dual sensation was too much. My arms gave out, and I collapsed onto the mattress, face pressed into the sheets as he kept using me.

I came again, harder than the first time, my body shaking violently beneath him. He didn’t stop. He f****d me through it, drawing out every last tremor until I was sobbing with overstimulation.

Only then did his rhythm grow erratic. He slammed into me a few more times before burying himself to the hilt, filling me a second time with a low, rough groan.

My body felt completely drained. My limbs were heavy, my mind hazy. The last thing I felt was his weight against my back and the warmth of his breath against my neck before everything went black.