Freen and Becky: Shadows of Obsession

12 | Possession

Freen sat at her desk, reviewing the files from the earlier meeting, her mind still clouded with thoughts of Nita and the way Becky had looked at her afterward. The tension from that encounter lingered, and Freen couldn't shake the unease growing inside her. As she sighed, preparing herself to get back to work, the office door burst open with a loud bang.

Before Freen could react, Becky stormed into the room, her face a mixture of jealousy, anger, and something deeper—something more possessive. Freen stood up, startled. "Becky—"

But before she could say more, Becky pushed her back against the desk, the sound of the door closing with force behind them. Becky's hands moved swiftly, cupping Freen's face as she kissed her hard, her lips urgent and demanding. Freen was taken aback, but there was something intoxicating in the way Becky kissed her—a mixture of raw emotion that left her breathless.

As their lips parted for just a second, Becky's voice was low and firm. "You belong to me, Freen. No one else."

Her hands roamed down Freen's body, moving with possessiveness. Becky's lips trailed kisses from Freen's lips to her jaw, then down to her neck, making Freen's pulse quicken. She could feel the intensity of Becky's emotions through every kiss, every touch. Becky took Freen's hand, kissing it with a possessive gaze that sent shivers down Freen's spine.

"You're mine," Becky whispered, her lips brushing against Freen's skin. Her hands moved to Freen's suit jacket, swiftly removing it and tossing it aside as if it was nothing but an obstacle in her way.

Freen barely had time to catch her breath, her heart racing, as Becky started unbuttoning her shirt. Freen placed her hands gently over Becky's, trying to slow her down. "Becky, we're in the office..." she murmured, her voice breathless.

But Becky didn't stop. She looked up at Freen, her eyes filled with a mix of emotions—jealousy, lust, and something more tender, deeper. "Never resist me," Becky replied, her voice husky with desire.

The intensity in Becky's gaze held Freen captive. It was as if Becky's emotions were boiling over, and Freen was the only one who could calm her—but instead of resisting, Freen found herself giving in.

Becky leaned in closer, her hands trailing down Freen's body, sending waves of electricity through her. Freen's breath hitched as Becky's touch grew more possessive. "You're mine," Becky whispered again, her hand brushing against Freen's waist before stopping, her eyes locked onto Freen's.

Freen didn't resist. She

let Becky take the lead, feeling the surge of emotions between them—love, jealousy, and possessiveness all tangled into one intense moment. Becky's hands moved with deliberate intention, but Freen couldn't deny the way her heart raced with both excitement and a sense of surrender.

Becky's gaze softened for a brief second, the fierceness tempered by affection. She kissed Freen's lips again, but this time, slower, more tender. "You belong to me," Becky murmured between kisses, her voice filled with conviction.

Freen closed her eyes, letting herself get lost in the moment. She knew there was a lot to discuss, and the storm of emotions Becky was feeling couldn't just be ignored—but for now, Freen allowed herself to enjoy this side of Becky, the side that loved her fiercely, protectively.

In the quiet aftermath, Becky stood, resting her forehead against Freen's. Both of them caught their breath, the atmosphere thick with unspoken feelings.

Freen finally spoke softly, "I'm yours, Becky. Always."

And for a moment, that was all that mattered.

Becky leaned in to press a gentle kiss on Freen's lips. "But I'm still worried about Nita. I can see how she looks at you. It makes my blood boil."

Freen smiled gently, her heart racing at Becky's fierce protectiveness. "You have nothing to worry about. Nita is a part of my past. I've made it clear to her that I'm not interested. My heart belongs to you."

Becky searched Freen's eyes, looking for any trace of doubt, but all she found was love. "You promise? Because I don't want her anywhere near you. I know how she feels about you, and it makes me sick."

"I promise," Freen said firmly, wrapping her arms around Becky and pulling her close. "Nita can't touch what we have. It's special, and no one can break that bond."

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms, the warmth of their connection providing comfort against the chill of the night. Freen buried her face in Becky's hair, inhaling her sweet scent. "You have no idea how much you mean to me, do you?" Freen whispered.

"I have some idea," Becky replied, her tone teasing. "But you could always remind me."

Freen chuckled softly. "You're insatiable," she said, a smile breaking across her face. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

"You know I'll always fight for you, right? No matter what comes our way, I'll always stand by your side," Becky vowed, her voice strong and unwavering.

"And I'll fight for you too," Freen replied, her heart swelling with emotion. "You're my everything, Becky. Together, we can take on the world."

As they lay together, basking in the afterglow, the world outside seemed distant and unimportant. They had each other, and that was all that mattered. In the silence, they shared sweet whispers and soft kisses, each reaffirming their love and commitment, knowing they would face whatever challenges lay ahead together.