The vampire's obsession with Ortega’s cock

Ria’s POV

Ever had an obsession so strong it haunts every beat of your life? You’re constantly sucked into this dilemma of not wanting it, yet craving it like a drug.

My eyes are glued to the screen of my phone, lips twitching in anger. My fingers tighten around the milkshake cup I’ve been sipping from.

My situation was more than just preoccupation—because no matter how hard I tried to ignore it, it lingered. Always there. Watching my face every day. Whispering it would never go away.

And just like now, he glanced at me. He was always one for hurling certain looks my way—part of the reason this obsession never left anyway.

Ortega Maris. The only man I’d ever wanted since childhood.

The sound of the clock on the far wall was all I could hear. I bit my lip at that moment. His hold on the marker tightened before his attention shifted to answer a question.

I watched how perfectly he responded to the questions of my classmates, the way his muscles flexed like a knight’s under his shirt.

Though he was twelve years older than me, almost like a brother since we grew up together, he was the little boy adopted into the clan by my father after being left to die at only seven years old. And yet, I had crazily loved him.

What began as admiration turned into a craving I dared not ignore.

“Ria, some additions to today’s lectures,” his voice hauled me back to reality.

Brushing away the perplexity, I gently rose to my feet.

Did I mention he was also my professor at school?

Beating all odds at life, he’d graduated with multiple degrees, becoming a success. Father had always been proud of Ortega, even Mama. Not to mention Grant, my older brother and Ortega’s best friend, though Ortega was older by five years.

They all loved him—my family—and so did I. But mine was different in every way, and deep down I knew he was aware.

Yet he chose to hurt me in the worst way possible. A flash of the picture I had glared at since morning reappeared in my head, and I growled.

“Tell me it’s a façade. That it’s some big joke. That it will end.” My voice rose as the hall emptied.

Class was done but our course was just starting. I walked up to his desk. As usual, he ignored me, waiting until every single student left before he said a word.

“What exactly do you speak of?”

“You know precisely what I speak of!” My voice was sharp.

He looked up. Without losing my gaze, he closed the distance between us. His rich, intoxicating scent filled the air, doing things to me it shouldn’t. He was so hot.

He scanned my face, hands dipping into his pockets. With a frown, he asked, “What is it, Ria?”

Without hesitation, I began to make my point clear, while he listened without interruption.

“The wedding photos. I saw them.”

“What about them, Ria?”

His nonchalance fueled my irritation. “You plan to marry Linda?!”

He sighed. “What has that got to do with you?”

“Ortega, you cannot be serious. Especially not when you know what her mother’s clan has done.”

He flashed me a slim smile. “Thank you for caring, Cherry, but mind your own business.”

Yeah—he gave me the nickname. Not like I hated it.

“Please don’t do it.” The words were difficult to say.

Then, without thinking, I grabbed his collar and slammed my lips to his. My heart raced.

Then a snarl from him startled me. His eyes were bloodshot red, his fangs protruding. He had changed.

His vampire side flared hot; his fang nicked my lip, causing me to bleed. Ortega sucked on my blood, a growl rippling through his chest as he immediately shoved me away, baring me his back.

With harsh breaths and a racing heart, I walked up to him.

“I don’t regret kissing you. I’ve wanted to do that for a long time.” I bit my lip.

Abruptly, he met my gaze, his eyes still in their vampire form. “You don’t listen.”

I knew the meaning of his words. I had just turned thirteen that time when I bravely confessed my feelings to him.

The way he had dismissed me that night, claiming I was only a child and should stay clear of things that would only destroy me—still stung.

“I don’t care how you see me. I’m a grown woman, and I know what I want.”

Our gazes locked. He smirked darkly. “You know nothing, Ria. And I would be the most ungrateful man if I were to touch you, not after what your family has done for me.”

I growled in frustration. “But I want you! I have always desired to be in your arms. I do not see you as family, and I never will.” My voice was sharp. My eyes shone with my vampire glow. He growled, then grabbed my arm before whispering in my ear:

“I am a beast, Cherry—a dangerous one. Stay away from me.”

Those were his last words before he faded away, using vampire speed. The rush of wind hit me.

Without delay, I pursued. Minutes later, I chased him into the woods just behind the school building.

My father governed as the Vampire Lord here in Headenvale. Everyone in our town was a vampire.

“Stop running and face me like a man, Ortega!”

The stillness bit into my skin. The wind flustered. Using my sharp hearing, I tried to locate his heartbeat. I heard it and chased, before colliding hard into him. We fell with a thud.

We both growled. “You forget—I’m faster!” My voice was sharp with harsh breath.

He was up from me immediately.

“Enough, Ria! Please, just go. Leave me alone before I lose this little restraint.”

“Stop pushing me away!”

He said nothing, only turned away. Two steps. Then my voice cursed at his back: “Coward!”

“What did you just call me?” he whispered, a brow cocked.

“You are a coward, Ortega. Still frightened like the little boy Papa brought home that night.”

I watched his eyes turn red, his fists clenching. I was finally getting to him. So I pushed forward.

“Even after all these years, you’re still running from the truth. If you’re not a coward, then come get me…”

His growl reverberated through the woods. One minute I was standing; the next, my back slammed into a tree.

Then suddenly, he bit into my neck. A scream tore through me.

“I’m going to show you the reason you should have stayed clear of me, Ria,” he whispered while sucking my blood.

I was a whimpering mess when his fingers traced up my skirt.

He cups me gently, his hands gripping me in place. “Ria….you're wet.”

I moaned, and then he kissed me, his hands gripping my hair as he fingered me slowly now.

“I tried to hold back, but you pushed too far, Cherry,” he groaned. “Ortega please…”

“Please what?” He doubled the fingers, and I'm a mess, grinding down at the friction.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard until I come,” he chuckles darkly.

He turns me around so my back faces him. “Don't say I didn't warn you.”

I swallowed hard when his pants dropped; the feel of his cock already made me shiver in excitement. “Are you that pumped up to feel my cock, Cherry?”

Without waiting for an answer, he lunged inside me with brutal force.

“Fuck so big.” I breathe with tearful eyes, lips parted in a gasp.

“So tight,” he groaned, and after I adjusted, Ortega began to move.

Soon wet, sloppy sounds of his cock devouring me filled the woods. Fuck he was so thick and long and fucked just the way I imagined.

“Fuck me! Oh yes, ahhhh...” My screams of pleasure echo.

Still dressed in my uniform, my professor fucked me hard against a tree.

“Ahhhh I'm coming!” He continues slamming into me, bypassing my cries of plea; the pleasure overwhelms me.

“Come for me, Cherry…” *Slap slap* “Come on this cock.”

Then he lowered his mouth to my neck and bit down again, his thrusts increased, and so did my moans. In seconds I'm a shivering mess as I cream all over his cock.

Still yet he blasted me hard until he began to tremble, “Fuck… I'm going to come in you.” He gripped my head, fingers wrapped around my throat as he squeezed my flesh. I'm certain it would bruise.

“Ahhhh fuck.” he cried into my shoulder as he shot his seeds inside me.

Our harsh breaths die down, then he whispers, “You are still invited to the wedding.”