Her Dark Obsession

Chapter 2

***Case's POV***

I was right.

Drake followed me all the way home. A street away from the house, I turn and stop him.
"Hey. Give me a few. My roommate leaves in 5 minutes. She's not one who needs to know my business, if you know what I mean." I look up at him, pleading with my eyes for him not to follow.

The corner of his mouth tilts up as he grins. "Whistle when she's gone. I will come." Lifting my chin, Drake brushes my lips with his, fleetingly. "Now go." He whispers.
Stumbling back, I turn and run.

I rush up the steps, right as my roommate is walking out the door. "You're late." Sandra says, holding the door open.
"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I had to stay late at the office." I huff.
"You really need to get a new key. I can't always be waiting for you to get home." Such a bitch.
"I'm sorry. Go before you're late."
That blonde haired bitch stalks off, leaving me standing there, holding the door.
I whistle, softly, doubting he can hear it.

I turn to go inside but something catches my eye. Drake is standing there, across the street. I watch, unable to tear my eyes away, as he crosses the street, eyes on me.

Please, God. Let him not be a psychopath. He's way too fucking hot.

I blink and turn, heading into the house. He follows me up the stairs, to the far end of the hallway. We climb a stairway, hidden against a wall. I open the door, stepping into my spacious bedroom.

Without bothering to look behind me, I kick off my shoes and say, "It used to be the sevants' quarters. After knocking down some walls, I turned it into my bedroom slash studio."
Turning, I smile. "Make yourself at home."
He had taken his shoes and coat off, at the door. His eyes don't leave mine as he strides closer to me.

"You know, I don't wish to talk right now." His voice low, making me shiver with anticipation.

"What do you want?"

"You."

I back up as he walks closer. I bump into the side of the bed, falling on my wolf-and-moon comforter. Drake is right in front of me. He climbs on top of me, bracing himself with his arms. His big muscular arms. His beautiful strong hands. I gaze up at his face. So close. His green eyes are darker, now. So deep I could drown in them. His high cheek bones and perfect nose reminds me of a sculpture. My eyes rests on his lips. His full lips slightly open. His breath warm against my face. I lick my lips, wishing I could feel his on mine....

What the fuck are you thinking?! This man is on top of you for fuck's sake! My little voice is screaming.

His chuckle takes me out of my trance. I give him a questioning look.

"Your blanket. I like it." Suddenly, he grasps both my hands and pins them above my head.

I'm shaking and can't stop. "What are you going to do?" I ask, my eyes wide.

Drake shoves a knee between my legs, prying them open. "I am going to fuck you." He growls. "I know you want it. I can smell you."

As if on cue, I suddenly feel myself getting wet. I just can't help it. I love being fucked. This man somehow knew. How?

He pulls a long thin rope out of his back pocket, tieing my hands and feet to my bedposters.

I got the nerve to speak. "How did you know?"

After tieing the last knot, he turns to me. "I've been watching you" is all he says.