The Twisted Obsession
Chapter 38: Pleasure

Chapter 38: Pleasure

"Pleasure, happiness."

Abby took a deep breath, "Pleasure?" she managed to say.

"I could show you, you know... I could make you feel good. If you let me." Her chest tightened as he leaned closer, his nose touching her chin.

"I can’t stop thinking about it, to be honest," he admitted, his mouth hovering over hers. His fingers held her jaw, moving it until their mouths were very close. She almost felt his lips as he spoke. Her heart fought between giving in and racing a hundred miles per hour, and her breaths were shallow, almost invisible.

He thought her lack of resistance meant she was okay with it. Touching her lower lip with his own, he said, "I’m dying to taste your lips again—but it’s up to you... Do you want to kiss me again?" Her mind struggled, her skin getting warmer, and the internal battle turned into a confusing mess.

"Don’t do it, Abby," a persistent echo resounded. Remo sighed, his tongue ghosting against her lower lip. Every fiber of her being clenched as she bawled her hands into fists. "Go on, Freckles, you know you want to. Give in to your desires," he challenged in a low whisper.

"Don’t do it." The voice echoed again.

Her skin boiled as she tried to control her breathing.

"Remo" she gasped "We shouldn’t be - this shouldn’t be happening, I can’t do this"

She was going to get hurt, she was going to get hurt. She was betraying Izabella. But she has been dead for four years now. This—this was totally fine, right? Izabella would want her to be happy anyway....

A man like Remo Quinn would never fall in love with her but that was okay. She would take as much as he could give her. In her twisted fantasies she kept having since meeting the man, his eyes showed more than just being empty. They sparkled with love, flared with desire, and softened with kindness—all for her.

But those were just fantasies —ones she knew she shouldn’t have, but in her imagination, she felt happy.

She really liked him. She was intrigued by this tough man who kept a lot to himself. The urge to uncover him nawed at her. Even though she knew he was going to break her heart she would gladly let him.

He could teach her a thing or two in the process , for sure, but sometime after their first disastrous meeting, it seemed she had unconsciously decided there may be some things he could learn from her as well.

Maybe she was truly evil, but she was going to let him fall in love with her. She didn’t know how but she was not going to give up.

In a fleeting moment, she inhaled sharply and bridged the minuscule distance, pressing her lips against his, succumbing to the overwhelming sense of losing control.

God, what was she doing, but damn it felt so good.

When their lips met, Remo held her jaw tighter and took a deep breath before kissing her passionately. It was different from their kiss the last time; this one was intense, making her feel like everything was spinning.

Her mind became a void. Nothing else existed except the heat, the pleasure, the firm pressure of his lips, and the soft glide of his tongue against her. Her fingers found their way into his hair as she tipped her head back, granting him maximum access. His taste was a blend of her mint toothpaste, coffee, and, God, him—a delicious and forbidden thing she wanted to immerse herself in.

A moan escaped her lips and met his tortured groan. His hands tightened around her hip and nape, igniting heat between her thighs. Despite the intensity of the kiss, any sense of guilt escaped her; it felt completely and perfectly right.

Her bones seemed to liquefy. If he hadn’t supported her, she might have melted right there in the middle of the room.

All of these sensations were firing through her, making her feel drunk and high all at once as Remo deepened the kiss; becoming frantic with his lips and tongue while his breathing started to heave in his chest.

He pulled abruptly and joined his forehead with hers. They stared at each other, their chest heaving.

"You shouldn’t fall in love with me sweetheart ," he said, keeping his voice quiet.

"I-I-know." She breathed out as she gulped when his grip tightened.

"I can give you everything, money, power, my body, protection but never my heart it only belongs to my sweet Bella."

Her heart was running a hundred miles per hour with how close she was to him.

"A-alright."

"Good now tell me, do you really want this?"

She nodded, exhaling a shallow yes, and observed every muscle in his body tense. She saw him wet his lips, his voice growing hoarse as he murmured his next sentence, as if it were his final attempt at swaying her decision.

"I’m dangerous, Abby. This is your last chance. I did try to warn you."

Holding her breath, she pulled herself up to look down at him, tracing her eyes along his bare torso and then back to his face. A surge of excitement she had never experienced before surged through her.

Her stomach knotted and twisted, yet she summoned every ounce of bravery within herself.

"Then, prove it."

He leaned in, his lips grazing her cheek with a subtle touch—a touch that sent shivers down her spine."Are you sure about it, freckles," he whispered. With her silence, he traced the curve of her cheekbone, his lips meeting hers.

"Or—"

Without words, she reached up, pulling him into a passionate kiss. His careful tenderness wasn’t what she craved, not now. She clenched his shirt, pulling him closer. A soft groan escaped him.

"You will be the death of me," he said when they finally pulled apart.

A deep shade of red tainted her cheeks.

"I want to see you.." Remo said softly.