His Dark Obsession

Chapter 13: Him.

I watch Matt drop the last crust of the second pizza he's demolished, then he slouches back into the couch like a middle aged dad with a beer belly.

"Fucking naughty that was," he breathes out a sigh as if he's just ran a marathon.

"You don't eat the crusts?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Not if they aren't stuffed," he replies as he flicks through films on Netflix.

"So, why didn't you order stuffed crust?" 

He looks at me, "Bro, it was £4 extra. I'm not mugging myself off like that," then he goes back to browsing films.

I nod, fair fucking play. £4 for stuffed crust? Would have to be stuffed with Ian Somerhalder's spunk for me to pay that price.

I click my phone to check the time, 10:43pm. Bella went upstairs about half an hour ago for a shower, and yes, I managed to fight the urge to follow her.

Matt and I will be heading to Mateo's once she is asleep. Even after she agreed she wouldn't come, she of course went against that, and it took more persuading and extra pizza slices for her to agree to stay here again. She never had a say in the matter regardless, I just love to see her beg.

My back cracks as I stand up from the couch and stretch, frankly I'm bored of Netflix and need something more entertaining. My feet take me upstairs silently, and when I reach the top of the stairs I can see Bella's door cracked open. A beautiful voice is singing quietly, and my body stiffens. 

She has the voice of a fucking angel.

I continue walking silently up to her door, then push it open slowly to see her braiding her hair in the mirror as she sings. I bite my bottom lip when I see she's only wearing a grey t-shirt and a black thong. That fucking ass is the most perfect thing I've ever seen.

She can see me in the mirror as I walk toward her, but she continues to sing and braid her hair like I'm invisible.

But I'm not dumb, baby.

I can see how her shoulders have stiffened, and how she's blinking faster. Her cheeks have turned a subtle red, and her arms have formed goosebumps. Her singing has become quieter, and her fingers are trembling as she twists the sections of hair together.

I make her nervous, and she will never be able to hide that from me.

The heat from her tiny body radiates as I stand right behind her, and I stare at her eyes in the mirror although she hasn't met my gaze back.

"You sing pretty, little dove," I speak softly.

Her delicate eyes meet mine in the mirror, the red in her cheeks deepening. 

I lean my head down, my lips brushing the top of her ear, "Will you sing pretty when you cum on my cock too?" I whisper.

Her thighs clench, and she can't hide the little breath that escapes her soft lips.

"Stop it," she mutters as she brushes past me, walking to her bed.

I smirk as I watch her get into bed, giving me an even more perfect view of that perky ass.

"You sure you want me to stop?" I tease as I slowly walk to the end of the bed, my eyes staying on her.

Her gaze meets mine, and I spread my arms, grasping the tall wooden posts on either side of the bed, "I think you like it," my head slowly tilts to the side, "I think you want more," I whisper.

Her throat bobs as she swallows nervously, and even under the blanket I can see her legs clenching together again. So in denial, and it's so fucking addictive.