His Obsession

Chapter 38

His Obsession

Chapter 38

Evangeline

Life is tough and it's cruel but not as cruel as I was when I pull that trigger. I watch as the bullet flies into his skull, and the ground beneath him gets painted with crimson red paint.

"Happy?" I snap at Xavier when I throw the gun on the ground, never caring that it's a loaded gun. For a small moment I had thought to pull the trigger on him.

But, I knew his men would have me down in mater of seconds, I would end up dead and I don't fancy death. He doesn't answer me as he walks over to the car.

Before he goes into the car he turns around and faces one of his men. "Clean up the mess, collect the money and show me the guns" He snaps cruelly at him who only nods his head at his command.

I follow him inside the car and I make sure that the dress covers everything that I want it to cover because of the fact that it's short and tight on me.

I knew that this man was horrible but I didn't know this horrible, making me do things that I hate. I hate the sound of a gun going off.

That sound has rung in my ears for so long and it burns in my memory. The car ride is silent and as much as I would like to speak, I don't want to get punished.

One hand is broken and my stomach is still bruised, if I'm ever going to get away from him, I might want to have zero injuries.

"I'm taking you out" He announces shorty after we drive away from that place that I know I will never be able to forget.

I don't say anything, only look at my hands. I wonder how long I'm going to have to be in this cast because it's making me want to claw it away from me.

It's itchy and horrible to wear it and I want to be able to do something with my hands, both of them and not just one. "Where?" I ask him without meaning to.

When my mouth opens, it's impossible to shut it and I sometimes wonder if my mouth has a mind on its own. "A place" He tells me but there is something else in his voice, a mixture between lust, desire and amusement.

I realize that he's looking at my body and I can see his crotch inflate with itching pleasure which makes me roll my eyes. Fucking pervert.

I feel his hand on my thigh and as it couldn't be better he goes lower until he's on my core and he touches it. I feel sparks of pleasure run through me.

But, I force myself to not moan out. Telling myself that this man can't affect me. His fingers trace random symbols on my clit as a way of teasing me.

I bite my own tongue as hard as I can until I taste the blood. Clutching my hands tight to not move and show him that it feels so good.

"You like that, huh?" He whispers into my ear as he begins to kiss my neck. Sending shivers down my spine. One of his finger then plunges inside of him that sends me to the edge. Fucking Hell.