Found Obsession

Chapter 61: Drugged or not I have a limit

His breaths came sharp and uneven, lost in the way she leaned into him, her want mirroring his own. But then-a piercing wail cut through the haze.

The sirens blared, yanking them both out of their trance. They froze, their hearts pounding.

Without warning, Rose felt a sudden, small prick on her side, on her left thigh. Her breaths grew shallow, lips trembling as she glanced down, struggling to understand. A needle-its liquid gone-was now embedded in her skin.

She felt disoriented. He forced her to meet his gaze, his fingers on her jaw. The look in his eyes was unreadable, but Rose knew what he'd done.

Her mind swirled with confusion and frustration as the sirens echoed somewhere in the distance. She pulled away from him, slapping his hand off her. But dizziness crept in, a thick fog clouding her mind.

"You're such a...cockblocker," she managed to mumble, her vision slipping as he held her.

He looked down at her, lying unconscious in his arms, her features soft and vulnerable. With trembling hands, he lifted the mask, pulling it away to reveal his own flushed face, breathing ragged and unsteady. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, relentless, his chest aching with each strained inhale as if his body fought against him.

Desire clawed at him, raw and unyielding, stirring within him like a fire he couldn't extinguish. His jaw tightened, teeth clenched as he fought to control himself, muscles taut with the intensity that wouldn't fade. He tightened his grip on her, feeling the conflict churn in his chest-a tension that was both his strength and his torment.

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Rose blinked, slowly regaining consciousness as the gentle movement of the car jolted her back to reality. She was lying on her side in the cramped backseat, hands bound tightly behind her, her feet similarly restrained. She could feel the oppressive warmth of the car's heater pressing down on her, amplifying the heat already simmering inside her. Sweat clung to her forehead, and a low groan escaped her lips as she tried to shift, but the binding made every small movement a strain.

Her gaze drifted upward, and through the haze of discomfort, she saw him-Mr. Grey Eyes-his expression focused as he watched the road, though his eyes flickered to her in the rearview mirror, catching her in her vulnerable state. Night surrounded them beyond the window, dark and endless, yet it felt no more suffocating than the relentless heat that coursed through her. Rose's head fell back against the seat, her breaths shallow as nausea twisted in her stomach, keeping her from even attempting to speak.

The ache, that unbearable need, throbbed within her body now like a deep-seated pain. She clenched her legs tightly, desperate for any relief, but the sensation only grew more intense, teetering between torment and desperation. Her eyes locked onto his reflection in the rearview mirror, and she saw the moment he noticed-the sweat beading on her forehead, her face etched with pain she couldn't hide. His gaze hardened, a hint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes as he pressed down on the brake, guiding the car to a slow, deliberate stop.

Rose heard the soft rustling of a bag, followed by the click of the car door opening and closing. A moment later, his presence loomed over her, his hand slipping behind her back to help her up. She took in a shaky breath, swallowing down the bile that threatened to rise.

He turned the light car on.

"I'm going to throw up," she managed, her voice strained and raw, a mix of resentment and discomfort.

She didn't expect his response-a hand gently tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, his other pressing a bottle of water to her lips. It was an oddly careful gesture. She flinched slightly at his touch, yet the dryness in her mouth took over, and she drank. The coolness of the water felt like a balm against the intense heat within her, though irritation gnawed at her; she couldn't even hold the bottle herself, forced to accept his assistance.