Rosie's Obsession

Chapter 24 — Break Me

My gaze snapped to him.

“What?” I whispered.

He groaned, softly.

“If you keep asking me questions, Rosie. I'm going to leave you hanging.”

“Strip.” he ordered.

And almost immediately—

My p***y clenched in response, heat pooling between my thighs.

I slowly began peeling off my clothes, starting with the shorts.

His gaze followed the movement, eyes darkening slightly.

My trembling fingers hooked beneath the hem of the shirt, pulling it off.

And all the while…

His gaze never strayed from me.

It stayed locked on mine, following my every movement.

I shivered slightly…

From cold—or from want.

I wasn't quite sure.

What I did know was that I wanted to look away, yet something about his gaze kept me rooted in place.

“Take them off, Rosie.” Henry growled, and my n*****s hardened as moisture ran down my legs.

I hooked my fingers beneath the strap of my bra, taking the first one off… then the second.

His thumb brushed over his bottom lip, and the simple action sent my nerves on a never-ending spiral.

I unclipped the bra from behind, letting it fall to the ground.

My arm covered my chest instinctively, as my eyes fell to the ground, suddenly feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“Look at me, Rosie.” Henry demanded.

My gaze snapped to his immediately, lips parted slightly.

“Good girl…” he purred, smiling softly.

I clasped my legs together, in an attempt to ease the pulsing between my thighs.

“Now, take off your panties.”

“Henry…” I whined.

“Take them off, Rosie.”

I swallowed forcefully, then began pulling down my panties.

His eyes followed the movement, going lower as the fabric slid down my legs and onto the floor.

My fingers clasped over my p***y as embarrassment washed over me.

I couldn't help but think…

Did he like what he was seeing?

For someone like him, it was not surprising that he'd have women all over him from his teenage years till now.

And that thought made me feel less.

“Take your hands off, Rosie.”

I shook my head in disagreement.

“Unless you want me to leave you hanging, I'd suggest you do as I say.”

“But—”

“Don't make me repeat myself.”

My arms fell to my sides, leaving me bare before his smoldering gaze.

My cheeks burned hot as his nostrils flared, eyes darkening with appreciation.

“Beautiful…” he murmured.

“Henry…” I whined.

“Turn around and grip the desk.”

“Huh?”

“The desk, Rosie. Grip it.” He ground out, voice tight.

I did as he said.

“Spread your legs.”

I obeyed.

“Bend.”

Slowly, I bent forward.

“Again.”

My fingers tightened around the desk as I pushed further back.

By this time, I was a wet mess.

With arousal dripping down my thighs.

“Higher, Rosie. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

Jesus Christ.

I pushed my ass higher, legs trembling as I struggled to stay on my toes.

He hummed, pleased.

“Henry…” I pleaded.

“I haven't even touched you…” Henry murmured. “Yet you're dripping all over.”

“Please…”

“Do you like being told what to do?”

My toes burned, forcing me to lower myself back onto my feet.

“Bend, Rosie.”

“My legs…”

“Bend.”

Oh God.

I did as he said, resuming my previous posture even though my legs ached, and I felt close to crumbling.

“Answer me, Rosie. Do you like being ordered like a f*****g slut?”

I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak.

“Use your words.”

“Y-yes.” I stuttered.

“Do you like how I talk dirty to you?”

“Yes.”

“Now tell me Rosie…” he paused, growling low.

“Would you like me to touch you?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I can't hear you, Rosie.”

“For f**k's sake, yes!” I screamed, tears gathering in my eyes.

“I do not like your tone, darling.” He purred.

“Please… touch me, Henry.”

Silence.

My legs wobbled.

My feet hurt.

My grip on the table ached.

And yet.

I waited.

Patiently.

For my dreams to come true.

“Very well,” Henry said. I heard the scrape of a chair followed by approaching footsteps.

Almost instantly, my body thrummed with awareness.

Fingers spanned the curve of my back.

Then—

“Before I start…” Henry began, softly.

“I need you to know that I can only give you so much, Rosie.”

“I don't understand,” I whispered.

“I am not doing this to take advantage of you, Rosie. I am doing this because it's the only way I know how to help without being consumed by guilt.”

I knew it was too good to be true.

I knew.

But still…

“I'm only going to pleasure you with my hands, but I won't have s*x with you.”

I squeezed my eyes shut as frustration replaced the aching need inside of me.

“You know the situation I'm in, Rosie. And I'm sure you understand that this is the best I can do. Do you agree?”

Fucking bastard.

He didn't think to say that at first before he had me bent over and dripping for him.

“You knew, didn't you?” I said, quietly. “You knew that once you had me in this position, I wouldn't say no.”

His fingers tightened slightly around my waist, causing a sharp zing to move through my body.

Even knowing that he played me.

Even in this position… my body still wanted him, like a f*****g slut.

“Rosie…”

“I'll take it.” I gritted out, voice tight.

A quiet sniffle escaped me as silent tears rolled down my face.

“I'll take it… I'll take what I can get.” I croaked.

“I'll take whatever you give me like your f*****g w***e, but I'll still keep pushing you over and over. And I know you'll still reject me, but I won't stop. Not because I don't understand the situation we're in… but because I don't care that you're engaged to my mum.”

“Rosie please…”

“I want you, Henry. I always have. And I'm not shy to admit it. And I know you want me too. So I'll keep trying, Henry Gareth, no matter how long it takes.”

I swallowed hard.

“I will keep pushing you… until you break.”

Silence followed, broken only by my uneven breathing.

I waited with bated breath for his scolding.

For him to reject me as usual.

For him to dismiss my confession as another fantasy.

Instead—

He moved closer, pressing his erect c**k against my ass.

I moaned wantonly, eyes wide in surprise.

His fingers gripped my hair, tugging my head backwards.

He leaned closer, lips brushing my earlobe.

“And I will keep resisting you, Rosie Alphonse,” Henry whispered, sliding his hands down my thighs.

I cried softly, lolling my head back.

“I will keep resisting…” he continued, as his fingers found my c**t and began circling softly.

“Please…” I mewled, arching my back to give him more access.

“Until the day you finally make me break.”

With that, his fingers slipped into me.