Page 9 of Darkest Obsession

“Hanging.”

“In a dark hallway. Behind me. Breathing like a musk ox,” she snaps.

She doesn’t have to make me sound so hideous. A musk ox? I’m nothing like a musk ox.

“Yes.”

“You can go away now. I’m looking for the bathroom.”

She says bathroom instead of loo. Fuck, I love her accent. She ties my fucking tongue. Then again, who doesn’t? I hate talking.

“Yeah.”

“Seriously, what the hell are you doing here, creeper?”

I’m watching you. I’m imagining putting my hands on your hips and having you ride my cock. I want to put my finger in your mouth. I want to touch the fur on your cunt and spread you open with my lips. I want to do so many dirty fucking things to you while you scream.

My cock stiffens as all the filthy fucking thoughts I’m trying to suppress roll through my head. I have to say something that’s not completely stupid.

“Someone could get hurt from what you’re doing.”

“Excuse me?”

Fuck, her voice drips with loathing. That doesn’t stop me. My heart quickens and I want to keep going. Keep talking. Keep pushing her. If she’s smart, she’ll get away from me before I make this interaction worse. I’m guaranteed to fuck it up.

“Sleeping around at a small school. I don’t advise it. Especially since you’ve nearly done… 20% of my team?”

Clover’s hands fly to her hips. “Is that any of your damn business?”

“No. I suppose not.”

She scoffs at me and shakes her head, struggling to prop her weight up against the wall. How much did she have to drink? I wouldn’t advise a woman her height drinking so much at a party.

“I’m leaving.”

See? I fucked it up again. Why am I such a twat?

“Fine. Yeah. Go on.”

She storms past me and I feel like I don’t want to let her walk away from me. But I have to. I have to let her go, because the urge surging me is anything but pure. I’m alone with her in a hallway and I have my chance to hurt her and fucking hell… I want to.

I can’t control myself once she leaves, I need a drink. I told myself before the party that drinking would only make the urges worse, but I can’t resist my urges for her sober. I’m not strong enough.

Chapter Four

Clover

My heart races as I hurry away from Thomas. I need a break from this fucking party. I get too tipsy, too fast, and now my head swims with all these fucking… thoughts.

Was it a mistake to come here? I think I can run away from my problems in England but I still have to worry about the same shit. My image. My reputation. I don’t know why I keep getting the whole thing fucking wrong.

Jude messaged me earlier, bitching at me and calling me a ‘slut’. Kit doesn’t get that what happened between us was a one time thing and he assumes I’m ‘DTF’ tonight. Maybe Thomas has a point. I’ve attracted the wrong kind of attention. Again. Not like Thomas represents the right kind of attention. Why the hell do I keep running into the one guy at school that I hate, who bullied me and my friends, and basically called me a slut?

I want to meet a nice guy for once – not an asshole, not a guy who just wants to hook up with me and not a guy who calls me another girl’s name during sex. Thanks, Kit. Ugh.

I wander up the back stairs, away from Thomas and toward a quieter wing of the house with empty bedrooms we’re probably not meant to use. I just want to get away from the noise for a while. I check my phone to make sure my friends aren’t searching for me, which they aren’t, because I haven’t exactly been gone that long. To stop them from looking for me, I text the group chat quickly.

Clover: found an empty room, taking a nap.