Her Forbidden obsession

4

Evan

I pace back and forth in my room, I should have killed the fucker right there, I don’t care if I get punished for it, I don’t care if he is the son of the Beta, I should have ripped his throat out.

I can’t think straight, I hate that she trusted him over me, that she pushed me away just to be with him. I get he is her mate but that changes nothing.

If only she knew.

A knock interrupts my reverie, I stare at the door confused then the knock comes again, from behind me this time.

There she was, outside my window, waving at me.

I rushed to her, opened the window and she climbed in, she could have easily gotten to her room but she chose to climb through mine which was one floor higher.

“Hi” she giggled at me, she was drunk.

How could she have gotten her hands on RB, (a drug that induces intoxication).

I grit my teeth knowing he had given it to her, ofcourse the son of the beta would be able to get his hands on the drug that makes you intoxicated to the point of being drunk.

“I wanted to see you” she smiled at me, her hair was a tangled mess from all that climbing.

Once she was in her feet, she held my hands, they were still stained with his blood of her mate. I didn’t have the time to wipe them off, I was more consumed with wiping my thoughts.

I stare down at her, she looked cuter when she is drunk, her thick lashes cover her beautiful eyes, “I don’t like when you get hurt” she says.

My heart shuts down, then picks up in a faster pace.

She sounded angelic when she spoke, the thin blouse was not doing any justice to cover her, I could see through it.

I resisted the urge to slam her against the wall and f**k her like she was mine.

Well, she is, she just doesn’t know it yet.

Girls like Emberly were like princesses, they have never seen the cruelty of this world, never knows the desire a man harbors in his dark heart.

My hands itch to rip off her blouse, strip her of every cloth on her body and f**k her like the w***e I want her to be. Press her face against my window so that the whole world could see that she belongs to me and no one else.

Tell her she was gorgeous while I make her crawl on her hands and knees to me, my c**k shoved deep into her mouth as she chokes on it.

She raised her head to me, staring deep into my eyes, as if she could read my thoughts. If she could, she would stay away from me.

“Please don’t fight anymore” she pleads drawing closer to me. I take a step back, I can’t suppress my urges, especially now that she isn’t herself.

“I won’t” I pull my hands out of hers and smile, running my hands through my hair.

“How much did you drink?” I asked, she chuckled then raised four of her fingers, I could assume four shots. Her breath reeks of alcohol but it wasn’t stronger than her scent, vanilla and roses.

“I had fun” she plums down on my bed and takes off her boots, kicking them whichever way she saw fit.

I picked them up and kept them by the wall, to avoid her tripping over them.

“I wanna go there again, can you take me there?” I ignore her and take a seat on the couch, watching her play with her hair.

It’s a habit of hers I grew fond of, her golden hair was beautiful, soft as silk and she loved tangling her fingers through it.

“Please”

“You’ve had enough for one night” I tell her and she frowns.

“You don’t like me” she utters in retaliation, a smile tugs on my lips as I cross my leg, to hide the bulging growing steadily.

Her scent drove me crazy, the thought of running my fingers through her delicate thighs.

I could see a rip in her pantyhose, there would be nothing left of it but pieces if I followed my desires.

“How about tomorrow?” She asked as she staggered towards me, it’s her first time getting drunk, it would also be her first time having a hangover, the splitting headache that comes from being sober.

“No” I shook my head watching her get closer.

“Why?” She asks.

I ignore her question, placing my leg down.

“Just this once” she pouts her lips, squinting her eyes.

It’s a face she made each time she wanted a Favour from me, she knows I could never decline her request when she made that face.

Her next move snaps me out of my thought, she climbs the couch and straddles me between my legs, her ass seated on my thighs.

She circled her arms around my neck, “Please” she begged.

Without thinking, I reached out and held her down by the waist, one wrong move and I would bend her over this couch and f**k her as I please.

“Please” she moves an inch but I hold her in place.

Fuck I was slowing losing it.

“Okay fine” I replied to get it over with.

She reached and grab my face in her palm, “Thanks, I love you”

I know she doesn’t mean those words the way I think she does but what it does to me, that’s what actually matters.

I couldn’t help it.

Not when she stared at me that way.

I crashed my lips on her in an instant, it was a deep longing kiss I had held in for years, I tried to be gentle, to give her a chance to pull away from me but she doesn’t. Instead, her arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, her ass seated perfectly on my bulging groin, I could feel her wetness on it and it drove me crazy.

I picked her up in my arms, my left hand around her waist holding her close while my other hand massages her t**s as I lead her towards the bed.