All Chapters of Love, Obsession, Torture: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The midnight quiet was punctured by a ping from Jack’s phone, followed by a loud shrill ringing. “Jack?” Her vicious voice piercing through my ears. “Millicent,” my voice was calm and collected. “Robin? I’m just calling to check on Jack, he drank too much.” “Hmm, why did you leave him for security? You should’ve brought him in.” “This is not what you think it is Robin, trust me. Jack loves you, I’ve finally come to terms with that.” “I’m sure.” That said, I hung up, slowly detaching myself from Jack’s embrace and dialling Floyd. “Come make sure your boss is okay. I’m leaving.” “Ma’am it’s really late. Mr McCullen wouldn’t want you to leave. It’s dangerous.” “It’s Anderson, right?” “Yes. Floyd Anderson.” “Alright Floyd Anderson, let me explain how this is going to turn out. You’re going to get yourself over here and attend to your boss and mind your fucking business. You don’t tell me what to do. Do you understand? “Yes ma’am. I apologise for overstepping.” “That’s more

“Our first official lovemaking since learning about your pregnancy,” he said, nuzzling my hair and kissing my face as he paced us to his room. He sat me on his lap, working his fingers around my blouse. “Hands up.” I did, raising my hands, and letting him hike up the blouse over my head, leaving my moderate sized breast bare. His hands travelled to the side of my breast, trailing his fingers and teasing my flesh, before tweaking my awaiting nipple, which was heavy and pointed. “My tongue and fingers are doing most of the work today. Would you like that?” I nodded, my chest heaving in anticipation. “I want to hear you baby.” “Yes…I’d like that very much.” He smiled, a proud man. Leaning forward, he seized my nipple, sucking softly and lapping at the protruding mound. I moaned, my hands instantly flying forward around his neck. He continued the slow sucking, and the lapping and the circling of his tongue around my breast until my breathing came in short gasps of delirious moans. “Oh

We idled in relaxation, swathed and bundled in each other’s arms. “I want to go back to work.” I murmured against his chest and waited for an explosion. “No!” I tilted my body to the side and propped up on my elbow, staring at his gorgeous eyes. I didn’t expect anything less, still, I’d hoped to be proven wrong. “No?” “That’s what I said,” he muttered, and returned a fierce glare. “Why not?” “You’re pregnant with my babies, I’m not allowing you to tire yourself out. And, you’re moving in with me.” “Jack, don’t be unreasonable, I can still work. I’m just three months gone. I can’t sloth around being bundled in bed all day! I’m already going out of my fucking mind with boredom!” His eyes snapped wide open at my blue language. I couldn’t care less. “I don’t want you working.” “Well I want to work, and I’m not moving in just yet.” “What the fuck does that mean? Where are you going!” I struggled out of the gigantic bed. I wasn’t having this conversation with him. He’d been want

“Shit,” he growled, flipping my wrists, and inspecting the marks and cuts on them. “You should’ve stayed still. Fuck!” He sprang out of bed to his tall chest of drawers, rummaging through at full tilt, searching for something. I had no idea what. But in double quick time, he was by my side, gingerly taking my hands in his as if it would break if he firmed his hold. I winced as he applied the cold balm around my burning cuts. “I’m so sorry baby.” He was cupping my face, and nestling it against his chest. But I withdrew, gazing at him. “Are you going to hurt me every time I say a couple of swear words?” His hung his head, plainly ashamed. I tipped it up, and looked to him, finding soft, apologetic eyes. “I didn’t mean to physically hurt you Robin, you know I would never. You should have told me they were cutting into your skin.” “Would you have released me?” “Fuck, yes! This wasn’t meant to hurt you baby. I’m so fucking sorry.” It was meant to torture me into madness, that was for s

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