The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 222: Bad girl

Chapter 222: Bad girl

Remo tutted, his tongue clicking in disapproval as he firmly grabbed her hips, pulling her close against him. His movements were deliberate, circling his hips against hers, igniting a fiery sensation within her.

"Do you have any idea how much trouble you’re in, Abby?" he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. And yet, instead of feeling fear, she felt a surge of excitement coursing through her. There was something intoxicating about pushing his buttons, about tempting fate.

She shook her head in response, unable to form coherent words as his grin sent shivers down her spine. He pulled back slightly, pinning her hands to the bed with one hand while the other firmly gripped her jaw, his gaze locked with hers in a warning glare.

"Well, you’re about to find out," he declared darkly, his eyes gleaming with amusement as he leaned in to peck her lips, a sinister smile playing on his lips

Abruptly, he withdrew, creating space between them, leaving her breathless and disoriented.

Remo smoothly removed his suit jacket, revealing the sleek firearm holstered inside his shirt. With practiced ease, he placed it on the bedside table, the metallic glint catching Abby’s eye in the subdued light of the room. As she watched him handle the weapon, a mix of fear and fascination swirled within her, amplifying his already captivating presence.

Lost in her thoughts, Abby was startled when Remo’s questioning gaze pierced through her reverie.

"Do you like the gun?" he asked, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.

Abby’s cheeks flushed at his teasing, unsure how to respond. While the sight of the gun triggered a sense of apprehension within her, there was an undeniable allure to the way Remo wielded it with confidence and control. Despite her reservations, she found herself drawn to him even more in that moment.

"Yes, it’s quite captivating," Abby commented, Remo’s gaze lingering on her with a hint of amusement.His eyes scanning her with curiosity.

"You know, Abby," he began thoughtfully, "I can’t help but notice how danger seems to intrigue you." She chuckled nervously, attempting to deflect his observation. "Oh, no—I ,"she trailed off, her laughter tinged with awkwardness.

He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. With a playful gesture, he placed the gun on her head.

"Don’t play coy," he admonished softly.

Remo used his gun to trace along the outline of her jawline, his eyes appearing dark and intense with desire as his pupils dilated.

His wandering gun slid down her chest, just barely grazing past her exposed nipple. Abby shivered.

He raised his gun and lightly traced a line from the middle of her chest, down through her belly button, and very slowly towards the top of her thighs.

His touch sent shivers of electricity through her body. Abby closed her eyes and let out a soft whine in response to the teasing sensation.

"You’re such a bad girl aren’t you? Getting off danger."

Abby swallowed, her breath hitching when his hands slid to her behind and groped it firmly, pulling her against him.

Remo hummed thoughtfully, dragging his lips along my cheek. "You know, most girls want their good boy but not you, do you? You want the bad boy, the one that’s going to terrible, dirty things to you"

"So what if I do?" Abby gulped, feeling cornered while wanting to squeeze her legs together at how low his voice has gotten.

"Is that why you teased me?" Remo asked,. Her breathing was ragged, and her delectable breasts rose and fell with each breath that she took.

"I asked you a question,little doll." Remo said, snaking a hand around her hip, up and over her waist. Over the soft mound of her swelling breast, he circled the sensitive flesh, with the gun.

She groaned as he rolled the stiff peak of her nipple with the gun.

"Yes..." She whispered, arching her back. Remo groaned, pleased by her reaction.

"Why? Because you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes!" She cried, writhing into the bed.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I want you to fuck me! Please... Please, fuck me."

Her heart pounded in her chest as Remo pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before pulling back slightly and getting down from the bed. Putting the gun down on the bedside.

He slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, letting it slip from his shoulders to the floor in a deliberate motion.

Aware of the effect he had on her, he maintained steady eye contact while teasingly caressing himself through his trousers.

His actions ignited a warmth that enveloped her skin, rendering her unable to break their gaze.

Her breaths became shallower, her chest rising and falling with increasing rapidity.

Abby bit her lip as Remo teased her without uttering a word, his hand resting on the bulge in his pants while the fingers of his other hand traced the contours of his abdomen.

It was evident he knew the allure of his display, and she couldn’t resist stealing glances at his chiseled abs, envisioning herself entwined with him as he pressed against her.

As she observed, Remo proceeded to loosen the leather belt of his pants.

Their eyes locked, his intense gaze sending a shiver down her spine and stealing her breath away.

Her focus fixated on his hands as he slowly unzipped his pants, revealing his arousal as his trousers slid down, exposing his hard on.

An intense desire surged through her at the sight of his large and thick penis, standing proudly, soft and smooth, its vein tracing along its length, captivating her gaze.

Unable to resist the temptation of his alluring physique, she descended from the bed, drawing closer to him until she knelt before him, meeting his gaze with anticipation.

Eager to taste him, to feel him in her mouth, she held his gaze as she flattened her tongue beneath the sensitive tip, poised to indulge her desires.

He let out a guttural groan as her hands found the base of his shaft, her lips enveloping him as she swirled her tongue around the smooth head of his member.

Ensuring her teeth were safely tucked behind her lips, she took him deeper into her mouth, her hands pressing back toward his hips as he groaned in pleasure, relishing the sensation of her tongue gliding over his length.