HIS FORBIDDEN OBSESSION

FOUR

CALEB'S POV

This was a nightmare. How did I end up in this situation? This had to be a joke they were both playing on me!

No wonder he was at uncle's old place, he must live there.

“Caleb? Are you okay?” Uncle Logan's voice pulled me out of my thoughts. I blinked, and my eyes fell on them again.

They did look alike, there were several features that they shared. How didn't I figure it out?

“I'm okay, uncle. I've just been a little ill the past few days, it's nothing serious,” I murmured, avoiding Ryder's eyes.

Logan's face tightened as he walked closer to me. I instinctively drew back as my heart hammered against my chest.

His eyes darkened and his face fell. He stopped and smiled sadly, “I know things haven't been rosy between us, Caleb and I'm sorry.”

“I feel bad about everything that happened, so I want to make it up to you, that's why I paid for your tuition and asked you and your mom to move here. We can start over,” he murmured.

My chest burned. Start over? Was I really the only one who remembered that he assaulted me?

Mom seemed to have forgotten, or in her case, it was that she chose to believe Logan's story instead of her son's.

And why was Logan pretending not to remember?

“Like I said before, feel at home, Caleb. We can talk more later. I'll ask Martha to make you something to eat.” He said and walked away.

No, I didn't want to be left alone with …him. I avoided Ryder's eyes as I took a seat on the sofa behind me.

Seconds later, Ryder was pulling me up to my feet, his hand wrapped tightly around my neck.

I choked and stared up at him with wide eyes, begging him with my eyes.

But the hatred in his eyes felt like a bucket of cold water had been poured on me. What did I do to him?

Why did he hate me so much? It couldn't just be because I gave a blowjob –

“I can't believe you're my dad's nephew, you malicious little thing.” He hissed.

That sounded like he knew something about me I didn't know. What did my uncle tell him? What other lies did he spin?

“What did I do wrong to you? Why do you hate me so much? You barely know me.”

He scoffed, his eyes blazed with unbridled anger. He pulled me even closer to himself, and I cursed myself for the way my body heated up.

I was attracted to him. This was bad, I have to –

“Since you're here, you might as well do me another favor, or I'm going to tell my dad how much his little nephew enjoys sucking dicks.” He sneered.

My eyes watered and my hands trembled. That was too cruel. If Logan found out I started liking men after him, he might try to assault me again.

Ryder mistook my reaction for something else, if only he knew. Would he still torment me like this? He was Logan's son after all.

“Good boy, you better do as I say or–

“Why do you hate me so much? It can't just be because I gave you a blowjob while you pretended to be asleep. You clearly wanted it, you enjoyed it! Otherwise, you wouldn't have pretended to be asleep.”

He hissed as his fingers dug into my skin, “How dare you? That mouth of yours can do a lot of things, can't it? Keep talking like that, see if it doesn't drive me even crazier.”

He crashed his lips down on mine before I could come up with a reply. I held on to his shirt and kissed him with as much urgency as he did.

I could get used to this, his lips on mine, I thought when he pulled away.

A tiny sound of protest escaped my lips when he pulled away, to my dismay.

He scoffed, his eyes flicking to my lips, he ran a finger over my lip before forcing his thumb in, hard and deep, I resisted the urge to gag as I sucked on his thumb.

Our eyes were fixed on each other as if by some invincible magnet. I could hear my ragged breaths and I noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

I wasn't the only one feeling the attraction between us –

“f**k it.” He swore as he removed his thumb and kissed me again. A moan escaped my lips, his hand left my neck to grab my ass and squeeze roughly, and he grounded me against his bulge.

Another moan escaped my lips, as heat coursed through me. I wanted to feel him everywhere.

I wanted to feel his c**k in my mouth, wanted him to f**k my mouth until I couldn't take anymore and f**k me like he did the last time.

“Ryder …I, please …” I begged, as I stared frantically at him when he pulled away again.

He laughed like a devil as he grabbed my neck again, and my bulge with his other hand.

I shuddered,

“Look at you, you really are a w***e. You're so greedy for my c**k aren't you? You liked it last time, didn't you? You love getting violated, don't you? Is that your kink?”

He was mocking me, and I played right into his hands. I said yes without fully understanding what I was agreeing to.

He suddenly let go of me and moved towards the stairs.

“Come up to my room later.” He said. My heart jumped in excitement before I could help it.

“What am I going to tell your dad? I can't just come up to your room, I …”

“Think of something, I don't care. You have to take responsibility for my situation right now,” he said as his eyes fell to his crotch, my eyes followed his eyes.

He chuckled when I blushed, I nodded.

“Good boy, I'll be waiting,” he said, and with that he disappeared up the stairs.

Several minutes later, Martha walked into the living room to let me know the table was set.

Logan was already seated at the table when I got there.

He smiled at me and gestured at me to come take the seat beside him.

“Where is Ryder?” I lowered my head as I thought of Ryder waiting for me in his room.

I hoped Logan didn't notice I was blushing.

“He went up to his room,” I replied. He frowned slightly for a few seconds, then he shook his head and turned back to me and smiled at me again.

But, his smile made me uncomfortable.

My mother's words flashed through my head and I remembered I had to thank him, unless I'd get an earful from mom again.

I forced myself to smile as I spoke up,

“Thank you so much, Uncle Logan. I really appreciate your help.”

It was hard to utter those words to the man who ruined my life. I was doing all this for mom.

He grinned,

“I'm so happy you are here, Caleb.”

My heart stopped and my blood ran cold.

What did he even mean by that and why did he say it like that?

“Would you like to come live with me, Caleb?”

I stared blankly at him. Was I imagining the look in his eyes? It didn't matter, there was no way I was living with him!

The sound of his phone ringing broke the silence, he stared down at his phone and a frown marred his brows for a few seconds.

He got to his feet and grabbed his phone,

“I have to go, I have something urgent to deal with at the office. You can stay as long as you want.”

He started to walk away, then he stopped and looked over his shoulder at me, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“Think about my offer. You'll have no choice but to live with me anyway.”

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I kept staring at the spot he had stood long after he left. What did he mean by that? Why would I have no choice but to come live with him?

I remembered Ryder asked me to come up to his room. My heart was beating in excitement again as I quickly finished my meal.

I made my way out of the dining room and went up to his room.

I found his room easily. It was the first room on the left as soon as I came up the stairs and the door was slightly open.

I walked in slowly, a quick scan of the room and the sound of the shower running told me he wasn't in the room.

He had his pictures hung around his room and some of the artists and movie characters. It made me smile, we kind of liked similar things, I thought.

My eyes fell on another picture and my smile fell. His girlfriend? Why was he toying with me if he had a girlfriend?

I get that he hated me, but did he have to hurt someone else …

“She's my mother.”

I turned, startled. He was standing behind me, so close …I didn't hear him enter the room.

His mom? Oh, I felt relieved but for a different reason. God. It wasn't like he was my boyfriend.

But, it didn't matter, I thought as I stared up at him. My heart drummed crazily against my chest as he drew closer to me, his eyes burning with intensity.

Yeah, maybe it was hatred, but he was the first person to look at me like that, the first person to care about my existence and the only person I could be around myself.

“You're not going to ask what happened to her?” he sneered.

Huh? Was he talking about his mom? How was I supposed to know that something had happened to her?

I asked,

“What happened to her?”

“She died.” The way he glared at me when he said it, it almost felt like he was blaming me, like I was responsible for her death, but I didn't understand why.

“I'm sorry.” I muttered. He scoffed and grabbed my neck, squeezing tightly, my eyes widened in alarm.

“Ryder! You're hurting me!”

“You're sorry? You have no right to say that! If it weren't for both of you, my mom would still be alive.”

Both of us? What was he …I gasped as his hand tightened, I scratched at him, trying to pry his hand off.

“You're going to…kill…”

I coughed loudly as I dragged in lungfuls of breath and staggered backwards. My eyes burned with tears as I stared up at him.

“Why? You could have killed me! Why do you hate me so much?”

I hated myself for the way my eyes fell down his wet, naked torso and strayed all the way down. How could I be aroused in this situation?

He grabbed my hand and pulled me flush against him.

“Death would be too easy for you. I'm going to make sure you feel every bit of pain my mom and I went through.”

“From now on, your body is mine. If you ever think of backing out, your mom suffers, and I'll make sure everyone at your school finds out how dirty you are.”

It felt like I got hit in the chest with something heavy, and I couldn't breathe. Oh God,

He knew what happened when I was in high school.