Obsession Mine Read Online Anna Zaires (Tormentor Mine #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Tormentor Mine Series by Anna Zaires
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88179 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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I wouldn’t be surprised if Ilya’s smooth-mannered brother is a psychopath, in the clinical sense of the word.

“I’m fine,” I say and glance over at Peter, who finished putting away the leftovers and is now watching me with narrowed eyes, his powerful arms crossed over his chest.

“Are you done?” he asks in a hard voice, and my heart sinks as I realize I can’t put off whatever’s about to happen any longer.

I made a mistake, and I’m about to pay the price.

20

Sara

When we get to our room, Peter leads me to the bed. Stopping in front of it, he removes his robe, letting it drop to the floor, and then he unties mine and pushes it off my shoulders, leaving me naked. He seems fully in control, the volatile anger leashed for the moment, and despite my nervousness, my thighs clench on a surge of heat as he brushes his knuckles over the sensitive skin of my upper breasts before cupping each mound and gently rubbing his thumbs over my nipples.

“You look scared,” he observes, his silvery gaze hard and opaque. “Are you afraid I’ll hurt you?” His fingers close on my nipples, pinching with startling force, and I gasp, my hands flying up to grip his wrists.

“Tell me, Sara.” He pinches my nipples harder, the pressure bordering on pain. “Do you think I’ll hurt you?”

“I—” I gulp, my heart hammering as I tug futilely at his wrists. “I don’t know.”

“I could hurt you.” His sculpted mouth twists as he releases my nipples, leaving them erect and throbbing as his hands slide down my body to grip my hips. “And sometimes I want to. You know that, don’t you, ptichka? You’ve sensed it.” His cock presses against my stomach, hard and insistent, and my breath catches in my throat, my core tightening with a heated ache despite the chill spreading through my veins.

“Yes.” I can’t bring myself to lie, even though that might be smarter, might pacify the monster peering at me through the dark metal of Peter’s eyes. “Yes, I have.”

“Oh, ptichka…” Mock sympathy fills his voice as he gives me a hard push. “Of course you have.”

Startled, I fall backward onto the bed, but instead of climbing over me, Peter bends down and straightens a moment later with the tie from my robe in his hand. Anxiety shoots through me as I comprehend his intentions, and I react instinctively, rolling away as he climbs onto the bed next to me.

He catches me before I can roll off the bed, and I find myself face down on the mattress, my lower body pinned by his weight and my arms forced behind my back as he knots the tie around my wrists. His movements are quick and sure, ruthless in their efficiency, and only seconds pass before my hands are thoroughly restrained, the terrycloth fabric looping around my wrists in a soft but unbreakable hold.

I yank on the restraints, panting into the mattress, but there’s no give in the tie, no way for me to get free. “What are you doing?” My panic intensifies as I feel him climb off me. “Peter, please… what are you doing?”

“Shhh.” Gripping my elbow, he tugs me to my knees and turns me around to face him. His face is taut with lust, his eyes gleaming darkly as he says, “I’m giving you a taste of what it means to be my captive. Because that’s what you want, isn’t it? To run and have me catch you? To have me do this, so you can be free of blame?”

I open my mouth to deny it, but before I can utter a word, Peter stands up on the bed. Fisting his hand in my hair, he arches my head back, pulling my face toward his groin, and I gasp, yanking at my wrist restraints as his thick cock slaps against my cheek. His musky male scent fills my nostrils, his ball sac rubbing against my jaw, and my breathing quickens as I realize what he’s about to do.

“Peter, please—” I begin, then clamp my lips shut as the head of his cock presses against my mouth. With his hand in my hair and my arms tied behind my back, I can’t turn my face away, can’t move so much as an inch. In the weeks since Peter has invaded my life, he’s taken me more times than I can count, pleasuring me with his mouth and hands and cock, but he’s never made me pleasure him before. And for the first time, I realize it was a mercy… a small choice he’d left up to me.

A choice he’s now taking away.

“Open your mouth.” His voice throbs with dark lust as he slaps his cock against my cheek again. “Open your fucking mouth, Sara.”

I keep my lips tightly sealed even as my heart rate jumps into the anaerobic zone. It’s stupid to fight a blowjob when we’ve fucked dozens of times, but I can’t help feeling that by doing this, I’d be giving in even more… losing the last bit of me that still belongs to George. Not the alcoholic or the spy who lied to me, but the man I fell in love with back in college, the one who was my first everything.


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