The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 33: Anything for you

Chapter 33: Anything for you

When his lips met hers, it was like fireworks, warmth, and electric energy bursting through her.

He gently touched her, tracing her sides with his hands as if he was trying to remember every part of her.

Eventually, he lifted her up, securing her legs around his waist. She held onto his shoulders for balance, and as he kissed her, the mix of his taste left her feeling a bit intoxicated.

Never in her wildest dreams did she think her first kiss would be like this.

It made her question everything, wondering if she was losing her mind. His hands moved up her legs, squeezing her behind firmly over his shirt, while she held onto the back of his hair. A heat built up in her stomach as their mouths pressed together eagerly.

He groaned, her legs wrapped around tighter, and he squeezed and ground against her, making her whimper and hold onto his hair like it was the only anchor to sanity.

He teased his tongue against her bottom lips and without thought she opened her mouth letting him in.

He wasted no time darting his tongue inside her mouth as the kiss deepened. Nothing has ever felt so wrong yet so right at the same time.

Remo pulled his face back from hers, his lips raw and swollen, and breathing just as ragged as her own.

The bitter flower of shame bloomed across her cheeks.

She felt like she could collapse in on herself from humiliation.

A sly smile covered his lips as he took in her shocked and embarrassed expression. Without saying a word, he pressed his lips back to hers and brought his hands to raked through her hair, gripping a gentle handful. It felt so good that she moaned. He was driving her crazy

He slightly bit her lips and that small movement sent a spark of electricity straight between her legs.She couldn’t help but pressed her hips upward into his hard body. She could feel his erection, hard and thick, and she wiggled until it was pressed right where she needed it.

He groaned painfully before he abruptly pulled away.

She froze, her cheeks tinting an even deeper shade of red from the flush that was already there caused by the heated kiss that snatched the oxygen right out of her. Remo gripped her thighs, untangling them from his waist as he lowered her down to her feet in the river, her arms slipping from his shoulders to press against his chest for balance.

"This shouldn’t happen," Remo said in a rough, shaky voice as he stepped back. Pain showed on his face, and he closed his eyes. Abby held his face gently, and he inhaled deeply, leaning into her touch and planting a warm, moist kiss at her palm. A desire surged through Abby, causing her eyes to close involuntarily.

"Abby... We mustn’t... Can’t allow it... Can’t let this unfold," Remo said, pulling away abruptly as if burned. Abby’s eyes snapped open, fixing on Remo. He looked so torn like he hated kissing her with his shoulders trembling, and his breaths irregular.

An emptiness lingered within Abby. Of course this would happen. What was she thinking? Ha!

"Whatever— your— internal debate is, I —wanted it and that’s not your... fault," she added softly. She fidgeted, "I’m—sorry I—know—we—shouldn’t have—so sorry. I—"

"We can’t because kissing you right now has made me realize what I want from you and when I’ve had it, I’ll want more. You don’t understand once I have you, there’s no going back. I’ll want everything from you, and there’s nothing you won’t give. I won’t give you anything in return too except pleasure. You should know this before we do things we shouldn’t do" He interrupted her.

She held back what she was about to say as she stared at him in a daze. His eyes showed he wanted everything—body, heart, mind, and soul. Even though he had said this during their agreement it hit differently this time. Maybe—maybe somewhere along the line she had forgotten he was forbidden because of how nice he was to her.

Remo Quinn wasn’t a nice man. Remo Quinn was dangerous and he was the one thing she shouldn’t want. The worst part is now that she had had a glimpse of the soft and gentle side of him she wanted more.

She wanted the passion he could show her, and she was curious enough to search for the real man hidden inside his tough exterior. But what if, instead of revealing himself, he intended to pull her into a place where she could only exist with him in the tangled shadows of his soul.

She knew she was flirting with disaster but that excited her even more. In some deep twisted part of her she still wanted him even though he had made it clear that he would give her nothing.

He moved closer, lips near, and her muscles tensed as the uncertainty between them lingered.

"Stop thinking too hard, Freckles. Let’s get out of the water before you get a cold."

"Ok-"

He interrupted her by grabbing her thighs, lifting her higher onto his torso and began to walk out of the water.

Abby felt a hot blush settle over her cheeks. As he carried her towards the shore, the cool breeze brushed against Abby’s damp skin, intensifying the warmth in her cheeks.

The warmth of his touch lingered as they left the water behind.

Reaching the shore, he gently set her down. Abby stared at his naked chest and she swallowed.

Her poor heart couldn’t take all of this stress.

She didn’t realize that she had just been staring at his torso, but Remo did, he smirked at her.

He grinned, breaking the tension,

"Cold isn’t so bad when you’ve got someone to warm you up."

Abby chuckled nervously, feeling a playful spark in the air.

"Well, thank you for the rescue. I didn’t realize I needed saving from the cold."

She looked at him, a hint of mischief in her eyes, "Maybe you just wanted an excuse to carry me."

He smirked, "Guilty as charged. Plus, who could resist playing the hero for a moment?

Abby chuckled nervously, the playful banter easing the atmosphere.

She brushed a wet strand of hair from her face, meeting his gaze. "Guess I should thank you for the unconventional rescue."

He winked, "Anything for you, Freckles."