Page 19 of Unholy Obsessions


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Onyx’s mouth slides back up my chest, one hand fisting my hair as the other slides down to my ass. His touch is volatile as his fingertips dig into my skin, leaving his mark over every inch that he touches. I slowly lift myself back up, the inside of my pussy stroking his length as I start fucking him.

This isn’t usual for him. He doesn’t always let me have control, and it won’t be long before he’s topping me from the bottom or flipping me around to have his way with me. Not that I would object. I like when he’s animalistic like this, when he’s filling that primal need.

He jerks my face back to his, his mouth capturing mine as he digs his fingertips deeper into the flesh of my ass. His hand is creeping closer to the center of my buttocks, and I grind against him as he begins to lift me up and down. Every time he drops me back down on his cock, I can feel him in my fucking ribs, filling me to the brim.

His lips are brutal against mine and it turns into a fucking frenzy, like we’re both in a race to see who can get to the top first. We’re a mess of saliva as he thrusts his tongue into my mouth, his teeth clashing with mine. It’s fucking chaos, but that’s the way that we like it. Everything we do is filthy and painful.

Onyx releases the hold he has on my hair, sliding down to grip my ass. He lifts me up with both hands, pausing when just the tip of his dick is inside of me. I look down at him, his darkened expression staring back at me with a sinister glint in his eyes. His lips curve up into a smirk, and he quickly spins me around to face the other way before dropping me back down on his shaft. A cry slips from my lips as he fills me in a rush.

One hand grips my ass, while he grabs my wrist with the other. “Touch yourself while I fuck you,” he murmurs against the back of my neck as he pushes my hand in between my thighs. “Play with that pretty pussy until I make you come.”

Obeying, I press my fingertips against my clit, rolling and massaging it beneath my fingers. His hand disappears from my wrist, and I turn back to glance at him, watching as he pushes his forefinger into his mouth. His tongue swirls around it, making it slick with his saliva before he draws it back out, his lips creating a popping sound as he releases it.

His other hand creeps further toward the center of my ass, spreading my cheeks as his fingertips bruise my skin. Using his free hand, he turns my head back to face the other way before dropping it below the surface. He moves without hesitation, bringing his slick finger through the water as he presses it against my asshole.

A low moan slips from my lips, and I grind my hips against him, simultaneously working my fingers against my clit. I meet every thrust as he begins to move with me, lifting his hips to drive his cock deeper into me. I relax against his touch, taking a deep breath as he slides his finger into my ass.

The pressure builds within me and it’s more than I fucking expected. He fills both of my holes, simultaneously fucking me with his cock and his hand. His finger slides in and out of my ass at the same rhythm that his cock moves in and out of my pussy.

It’s a race to the top and I’m fucking winning. But it will be Onyx who actually pushes me over the edge. He's always the one who gets the final call, who drives me past the brink of pure ecstasy.

I’m coming apart as he fucks me senseless, his grunts and groans and my cries and moans filling the air. The water around us splashes against the edge of the small pool as it moves to the rhythm of us fucking. He’s relentless, his touch is brutal as he thrusts harder and harder into me. His finger moves at the same speed, stroking the inside of my ass as he spins his hand with every stroke.

My head swims, my vision blurring as he pushes me closer to the edge. I feel his tongue start at the middle of my back, just above the surface of the water as he drags it along my spine, stopping at the base of my neck. “Your pussy is like a vice grip around my cock,” he growls as he bites at the skin on the back of my neck. “I can feel how fucking close you are right now.”

“What are you going to do about it?” I moan, applying more pressure to my clit as I circle my fingertip around it.

“I’m going to take what’s mine,” he growls, his teeth clamping down on my shoulder as he thrusts into me with such force, it takes my breath away. “Your pleasure belongs to me, little devil.”

I press back against him, feeling his balls beginning to constrict underneath me. My pussy clamps down, clenching around him as my ass tightens around his finger. “So, fucking take it,” I moan, breathlessly as he rips me apart.

Onyx pounds into me and I’m lost, free falling as I completely shatter around him. He splits me in two, spilling his cum insideme at the same time. His warmth fills me as a moan slips from his lips and he thrusts into me one last time.

“Goddamn,” he breathes, pulling his finger from my ass. I let out a ragged breath, feeling his arms as he wraps them around my body. His cock is still inside me as his cum leaks around his shaft and drips from my pussy, mixing with the water. He spins me around on his lap and I collapse against his chest as he holds me. “You’re the only thing that makes sense in this world.”

I turn my head to the side, resting it against his collarbone as he slowly strokes my soaking wet hair. “Promise me that you won’t ever leave me. I don’t know if I can live through another loss.”Like my father, I don’t add.

“The only way I’m leaving, is by your hand.”

I swallow hard, nuzzling against his skin as he presses his lips against the top of my head. We’re both apex predators, capable of surviving in this world together. We’ve been coexisting like this for so long, thriving together. The only way either of us is leaving this world is by the other’s hand.

I can only hope that he kills me first…

CHAPTER TWELVE

ONYX

Selene fell asleep in my arms in the pool. I don’t move for a while, feeling my skin becoming pruned as the water laps around our naked bodies. It was well after midnight when I slipped out of bed earlier, and I was only down here for about twenty minutes before she came down and found me.

When I can’t sleep, I find peace in the water—specifically below the surface. It always starts out with swimming laps across the pool and ends with me on the floor of the deep end, pushing my body's limits until it feels like every organ is going to give out.

Selene understands it and never questions me about it. I know she has her own sort of abandonment issues after the way she lost her father, especially considering how close she was with him, even though it's difficult for her to develop any type of attachments with people.

That’s the thing about the two of us that makes no sense. We were both diagnosed with multiple mental disorders, but the one that stood out the most was antisocial personality disorder. It’s essentially the nice way to diagnose someone as a psychopath nowadays. That word alone comes with its ownstigma and instant judgment from the outside world, which doesn’t understand the inner workings of the mind.

If you’re diagnosed as a psychopath, people ultimately assume that you’re some type of murderer or serial killer… and well, if the shoe fits, you might as well fucking wear it, right?

It’s unusual for people who are like us to become attached to anyone or anything. I think in some fucked up way, maybe stemming back to childhood, Selene was desperately attached to her father. He was her lifeline and it’s probably because she was essentially a replica of him. She was his prodigy, his legacy, and her ego ate that shit up.

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