Unholy Obsession

Chapter 8; Stalker

Vincent's POV

Oh fuck, my sweet Hannah. I watched her on the many monitors on my screen as she cleaned herself up. I couldn't be more grateful that I placed those cameras in her house. A part of me felt all giddy, knowing she called my name while she touched herself. Red lights from my bedroom's ceiling glared down on my skin and I spotted the goosebumps spreading on my forearms.

She wanted me. She fucking wanted me. The feeling threading through my veins, reached my heart and pulled at it, making my heart rate quicken. I watched her get into her shower and turn it on. The steam covered her, but that turned me on more as I imagined her lathering her pretty brown skin with that lavender-scenting body wash of hers. 

My hardness pressed against my briefs and I leaned back, running my hand down my chest, feeling my fingers bump over my abs as they flexed, imagining her touching me. God, Hannah would be the death of me. I hadn't gone this far for any woman before and it bothered me. In this moment however; one thought punished my consciousness. I watched her leave the bathroom, her curls all damp and sticking to her skin. 

How would it feel if she entered my room, soaked and dripping all over that ethereal body of hers? I watched her bend to apply cream, her stomach forming little folds. Fuck, I loved my woman with some skin to her. My hands ached as I thought of how it will feel latching to her love handles while I fucked her into oblivion.

Unable to hold it anymore, I pulled out my cock and closed my eyes. Hannah was in this room with me. She was walking to the bed, the red light dancing on her skin and casting her dangerous silhouette in the distance.

"Fuck, Love. I want my hands all over your soft skin."

She would bend over and climb the bed, crawling to me like the fucking Ethiopian goddess she was. Her breasts would graze each other and her spread out curves would force me to bite my lower lip.  I stroked my hardness, bucking my hips as I watched her take me into her mouth, my hands roaming through her curls. I rolled off the bed, leaning over and running the length of my cock, the friction, burning my mind as I thought of fucking her pretty ass from behind. Her skin would melt into mine and she would cry out, begging me to stop. 

I curled my toes. Fuck, I knew I wouldn't stop. I would make her beg me for more. I groaned, throwing my head back feeling my release build up. My knees locked together as I stroked harder, imagining her lying face flat while I pounded into her full lips, watching as saliva drooled out of the corners of her mouth.

"That's it, Love. Take me all in."

I spilled onto her lips and she blinked as I coated her white with all of me. Weakness weighed on my spine and I slumped, watching the red lights as they blurred out. Shit, what was I turning into? Usually, I could control my urges, but this woman had me in her fingers all roped up.

 I loved the way she worked so hard no matter how tired she was. Fuck, I admired that about her and all I could think about was helping her ease her stress in any way possible. Fucking her till she couldn't even read a word in her documents was a good start. That would probably make her feel relaxed once we were done.

No.

I couldn't have that happen. I needed to show her the monster I was so she would never fall in love. Because I had a very bad feeling that if she did, I would give up my darkness and let her pacify me with her light. 

Before I could put more cohesive thoughts in my head, the angel of sleep knocked me out.

***

Spears of golden light struck through the glass walls of my conference room, hitting the black mirrored surface of the long table I sat at. I stared into the distance, getting lost in the golden halo pooling at the middle of the room. I was aware of Hannah's current situation with Lance. Now all that was left for me was to act. But I couldn't do so now. Something more important bothered me.

My foot tapped against the floor and I drummed my fingers on the table. It had been two days since I gave Hannah the file and I was yet to get a reply from her. Since she read it the first day, I hadn't seen her read it again. I had half-expected her to bee rushing into my office the next day after the had fingered herself while reading the contract. Apparently, she wasn't as desperate as I had thought. 

A knife stabbed my inflated ego and my shoulders slumped. I would give anything. Anything, just to get a reply from her. Did she finally decide not to follow up? That would be the last thing I wanted. When would she get it into her bloody brain that I was neck deep in her existence? I couldn't breath without thinking of her. I couldn't sleep without imagining her laying next to me. What made it worse was the fact that I had a no-sleeping over policy and yet, the thought of her breath fanning my face while she slept in my king size bed flooded my mind. 

I took a sharp breath. I couldn't let her have all the power. Control was always something I had. So I had to do my best to ensure I still did. I raked my hand through my hair and looked at the clock. We had seen each other earlier this morning but I ignored her as usual. Every waking moment next to her was like hell on my flesh. 

The door opened and my life flashed before my eyes. It was her, dressed in a white shirt, cream coat and skirt which hugged tightly to her curves. I ran my hands over my thighs, sweat patching my fingers. Her curls were let down today and her glossy lips sent blood to my lower extremities. She sat at the other end of the table, watching me with a soft gaze. The file was in her hands and she settled it softly.

Silence spanned the length of the room and I inclined my head, observing the way her legs closed tighter. I smirked. Good, I still had an effect on her. The other end of the room wasn't glass-walled, meaning I could fuck her over this table and no one would see us. 

"Good morning, Hannah."

"Good morning, Mr Black."

Mr Black? She fucking moaned my name some nights ago. Why the formalities all of a sudden?

"I take it that you've gone through the files."

"I indeed have."

"And?"

"I'll sign, only on one condition."

My foot tapped impatiently. "What?"

"You remove the clause that says I am not allowed to date anyone else during the duration of our arrangement."

I clenched my jaw. "Why?"

"Don't be fooled, Mr Black. Just because I'm willing to let you fuck me, doesn't mean you automatically have the reins to my life. I will decide who I let in and out of my life and there's nothing you can say about that."

"Are you challenging my decision?"

"It was never your decision." She held up a pen. "Agree and I'll sign this contract."

Fuck, she knew she had all the power now. I clenched my hand under the table, watching the smug expression on her face. I couldn't wait to wipe it off tonight. She might have the power now, but by the time tonight ended,  she would regret signing the contract. 

"Fine."

"Good," she said, a small smile on her face. She tapped the contract. "This is a reprinted version of this contract with the non-dating clause being exempted."

She signed and stood, turning to leave the room. I rose, the chair making a screeching sound and pulling her to halt. Spinning on her heels, she faced me, a massive lump going down her throat. She was nervous. Why wouldn't she be? She just made a deal with the devil.

Closing our distance, she visibly shrunk, her hands resting on my chest as both our breaths quickened. It took all my resolve not to ravish her with the untamed wildness brimming in the pit of my lustful mind.

"You're not going to do anything now, are you?" She gasped when I ran a knuckle along her neck. "We're at work."

"Not like that's a problem. But I have something important to do today." I handed her a property card. It was a recent land I had purchased just for a specific fantasy of hers, but I wouldn't let her know. It would ruin the surprise. "I just bought a massive piece of land and I'm hosting an opening party today and I need you there. Time is 10pm prompt. Don't be late."

She nodded.

I kissed her forehead and her body weakened under my touch. "Good girl."