All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

We carried on in complete absence of sound to his car, save for the quick glances and stares he shot my way. I didn’t give them the attention they deserved, instead, I downright ignored him. I didn’t even know how I was supposed to feel about all of this. The unknown emotions running down my veins were threatening to cripple me, and the amusing part was… none of it was new. He was fucked up, he mentioned it, and it was playing out before my eyes. I guess I magically expected all he said to exist in a distant planet. I was seething, boiling and swamped with regret for loving him. He had hurt so many women, treated them like garbage, discarded them, toyed with them. Yet here I was… unable to leave, unable to stay away, unable to forget about him even after everything I knew. Staying away from this man felt like an abominable sin. I couldn’t—hell, I didn’t want to, he was engraved on my heart.“You’ve not said a word to me Robin.” He pivoted in his seat, fetching my hand into his. I flin

I geared myself in my personal protective equipment and peered into the lab. Brandon was hunkered over, performing an analysis on a product. It wasn’t any I’d seen in the company, and I knew every single product we manufactured. Was he working on a new product? He made mention of a project, I never thought it could be for a novel product line about to get launched. I noticed his smoothness and precision; he must have had years of experience or practice. I croaked, clearing my throat. He twirled.“Hey there. Don’t worry, I won’t be bothering you. Ready to work?”“Yes. There are other labs, you know.”“Yes, I know. But this is the largest with every equipment I need. Just give me a few days, I’ll be out of here.”I scowled and scooted to the other side of the lab and got working, an exhilarating feeling showering over me. I would’ve been burrowed in layers of beddings, and attached to my bed like a hook if it was up to Jack and Lana. I was glad I made it out, madness was on the other si

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his breathing strained.“Just a little.” I lowered my lips, kissing his forehead.“Let me take a look,” he said, ignoring any protests and lifting me from his lap onto the desk, before spreading my legs and diving straight between my thighs. Starting a slow trail, his tongue brushed my entrance, covering every sore spot. I flinched. He tipped his head up, frowning at me.“I’m so sorry baby.” His head went back in, doing a final flick around my opening and kissing my clit before hauling upright and cupping my face.“I’m sorry, I always get carried away.”“It’s alright, it heals before you know it.”“Lift,” he murmured, gesturing to my bum. I placed my palms at either side of my thighs, lifting my weight onto my hands before he slipped on my trousers, then dressed himself.“Where’s your handbag?”“It’s over there.” I said, pointing to the drawer in the far end. He made his way to grab it right before his phone pinged.“Anne. Let them wait, I’ll be there short

Tears streamed down my face.“I don’t know them, they tipped me off about your involvement in my parents’ accident.”“How did they know I was involved?”I shrugged.“Do you think it’s Mason?”“No, I don’t think so. Everything was hushed up. I’m the only one who knows about the incident on route 19, Robin. No one else! What the fuck do they want? Money? Are they blackmailing you?”“I don’t know. They want me to leave you! And they make me feel shitty by reminding me—”“Don’t go there baby, don’t.” His lips skated everywhere around my face, brushing away the tears as soon as they came out. “They’re going to fucking crawl into a pit and die, you’re not leaving me. No one is going to blackmail you into leaving me! Give me the number, I’m going to track them and put an end to them. No one will fucking mess with you!” He was heaving out of control, his eyes glazing with blood.“Jack, promise me you won’t to kill anyone, please. No killing.”“Robin, I’m not going to go easy on the people wh

I finished the few rounds the limited time could allow, the four-hour duration doing practically nothing to satisfy me. I hated having to halt mid analysis. I huffed, shrugging out of my lab coat. I had barely draped the coat over the hanger when Jack smothered me with a hug from behind.“Ready?” he whispered, burning my skin with kisses.“Yes.” I grated, feeling his mouth digging into my flesh and sucking. “Hmm.” A moan tore from my throat.“You’re so fucking addictive.”“And yours.” I mumbled through strained moans“You bet I am. All fucking mine.”“Yes,” My voice is barely audible, as he slipped his fingers into my trousers.“Oh, Jack!”“Shushhh baby, control it.” He was parting my lips, flicking his finger slowly over my clit.“Oh!” I cried. “I’m trying.” His finger was delving into me, filling my cunt. “Shit!”“Try harder.” He was working me in and out, flooding my knickers. “Jesus baby, you don’t waste time,” he whispered his smooth voice into my ears, increasing my arousal and