The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 182: My Angel

Chapter 182: My Angel

"Please," Abby’s voice was a hushed plea, her breaths coming in ragged gasps as she struggled to form coherent words. "Please, Remo," she whimpered, her voice taking on a desperate tone dying to have a release.

"Turn around," Remo ordered gently, his voice laced with a mix of authority and tenderness.

"Face the headboard."

Abby complied without hesitation, her heart racing as she felt Remo’s hand glide up her back from behind. His touch sent shivers down her spine, heightening her anticipation even further.

"You want me inside you?" Remo’s voice was low and husky, sending a thrill of excitement coursing through Abby’s veins. She could feel the heat of his body behind her as he leaned in close, placing gentle kisses from one shoulder to the other, causing shivers to cascade down her spine. "Do you want me to take you?" he inquired softly, his words sending tremors of longing through her, as he swept her hair aside. "Do you want me to fuck you? Is that what you desire, my little doll?" A soft whimper escaped her lips, and Remo groaned in response, his own need evident as she leaned back, rubbing her ass against his hard-on.

"I need you," she half-whispered, her voice filled with desperation. "Please—f-uck me." She managed the words out.

"I will," Remo responded calmly, but instead of bringing immediate relief, his words sent a shiver down her spine as he added, "Once I’ve decided if you deserve it" His hands swiftly moved, slipping between her thighs and calves as he lifted her to her knees. Pressing his hand against her lower back, he trailed it up her spine to just below her neck.

She felt his chest pressing against her from behind, and his murmured words in her ear sent a thrill through her, "Lean down, . Face in the mattress."

Her heart skipped a beat as he helped to lower her down, feeling exposed as he drew back, his hands on either side of her ass, gently rubbing circles over her skin.

"You enjoy a bit of pain, don’t you?" he asked, massaging her backside once more. "Do you want some pain in this fuck I’m about to give you?" She nearly cried out in relief when a finger appeared between her legs, trailing up and down her center, purposefully avoiding the area she was internally begging to be touched.

"Perhaps I’ll tease you a bit," he mused softly. "Leave some marks on your skin. Would you enjoy that?" His fingers dug into the skin of her ass.

"Yh-" Abby replied, breathlessly.

Remo paused, his hands freezing as if he hadn’t anticipated her response. "Really?" he asked, his voice so husky it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Y-es"

Suddenly, his hand gripped her hair, pulling her back up and tilting her head until their eyes locked. "Hmm...such a good little fuck doll. So eager to be destroyed."

"Remo—-please don’t let me wait any longer—"

In a heartbeat, her head was against the mattress interrupting her , his hands caressing the skin of her ass once more. "Dirty little slut," he whispered. "Begging to be fuck like the good little slut you’re"

Abby barely had a moment to brace herself when he swiftly withdrew his hand, delivering a sharp slap that reverberated throughout the room. She clenched her teeth, stifling a cry of pain, the sensation drowned by a wave of arousal that engulfed her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, breathless with concern. When she mumbled a small yes and pressed herself closer to him, he continued, one hand massaging the skin that was surely already marked, "Will you be good for me? Will you let me be the only one to cherish this body?" He delivered another slap, swiftly soothing the skin.

"Not going to let anyone else touch what’s mine?" His free hand slid down between her legs, finding her clit within moments, causing her to screw her eyes shut and emit weak, muffled moans at the rush of sensations coursing through her body.

"I promise," she managed, jerking forward as Remo’s hand landed on her ass once more. "I promise."

The sting, both on her ass and between her thighs, provided some relief to the building ache.

"Good girl." He said, pressing kisses on her aching ass before he pulled away.

Remo withdrew slightly, his hand guiding his length as he teased Abby’s heat. Abby’s breath hitched as she felt him against her, her heart racing with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Do you want it, Abby?" Remo’s voice was low and husky, sending shivers down her spine. His cock glistened with her arousal as he pressed it against her entrance. "Do you want me to wreck you?"

Abby’s response was a breathless plea, her body trembling with longing. "Yes, please —"

With a deep, guttural sound, Remo surged forward, his hips driving his rigid length deep inside her. Abby cried out in surprise and pleasure, feeling a rush of sensation as he filled her completely.

His fingers wove into the strands of her hair, curling around them at the roots with a possessive grip. Leaning over her, he traced fiery trails with his nails up her spine as his hips began their relentless rhythm. It was as if he had promised to consume her, and with each forceful thrust, he made good on that promise. The sensation of being taken so thoroughly would have overwhelmed her if not for his firm hold keeping her in place.

With her face buried in the bedding and his hands anchoring her hips, she was completely at his mercy, aching for more of his touch.

"What’s the matter, sweetheart?" His voice was a husky whisper against her ear, laced with dark amusement. He tugged at her hair, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from her.

"You wanted this side of me, didn’t you, my Angel?" His words sent a delicious shiver down her spine. "Well, brace yourself. We’re just getting started." He punctuated his statement with another forceful thrust. "You thought you could handle me? This is only the beginning. If you can’t handle me, you definitely wouldn’t be able to handle Alfonso. And trust me, that guy is a real piece of work."