Obsession (Dangerous Love #1)

CHAPTER 19

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brEAKING THE CHAINS

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Almost as if to block the wave of thoughts that beset my mind, he pressed his lips to mine and held me tighter in his arms as the raging storm around us only seemed to grow stronger.

I couldn’t help but smile. I loved rain, and it had been too long since I’d been able to enjoy it properly.

“I used to dance in the rain,” I admitted, the words coming out before I could stop them.

Harris looked at me intently, then took my chin between his fingers and turned me around. I expected him to ask me what had happened, why I’d quit, why I’d ruined a career I’d worked my whole childhood and adolescence for, but all he said was:

“Dance with me now.”

I blinked in shock.

“No…”

“Please. I want to see you, to see the spark you so ferociously keep behind walls.”

He took a step back and grabbed my hand, then pulled me towards him with a pirouette. My feet tangled in the wet grass, and I smiled as I was back in his arms.

“I don’t know if I can do this, Harris.”

I swallowed down the bitterness and tried not to think about the last time I’d danced.

He leaned down and kissed my neck just below the ear.

“What’s your favorite song?”

I closed my eyes.

“At the moment… it’s Madness ,” I smiled, because so far it seemed like too dramatic a song, but I just couldn’t understand it.

I didn’t know what Harris was doing behind me until he shoved his AirPods into my ears. I turned to him and saw that he had his phone out, then I quickly turned my back to him.

“What are you doing?” My voice cracked.

“I want to tear down that wall.”

I pressed my lips together, knowing he meant the wall that had kept me from following my dream. Harris wanted to heal me, but I didn’t think I was capable of doing that in front of him.

“Take a few steps forward, close your eyes, clear your mind, and let your instincts guide you. Don’t think about anything, let this beautiful body take the reins, baby.”

He touched my hips, his fingers gently stroking around my ribcage, then gently pushed me forward.

Before I could turn around and give up, the song boomed in my ears.

I winced and closed my eyes as the pain hit me in the face and memories of disappointment and abandonment came flooding back.

The pain of shattering a dream.

I allowed myself to accept that the loss of my career now hurt more than the loss of my mother. That pain subsided as hatred took its place, but the dancing… I had lost it.

My tears mixed with the rain and my head fell back, my pain mingling with the sadness in the song, with the madness and horror in the lyrics. As I thought about Harris’ words, I cleared my mind.

But I didn’t move a muscle.

I didn’t know what to do, my body had forgotten to follow its instincts, and the pressure deepened the pain even more.

The song started again, and I stood frozen in the rain I could only feel, with Harris behind me, who I knew was watching me.

I sank to my knees.

I felt Harris next to me as he grabbed me by the waist and pulled an earphone out.

“Let the pain out, baby. Release it. Scream.”

I heard his whisper and the desperation inside me listened to him in a violent way.

I threw my head back and screamed. I screamed as loud as my lungs would allow, releasing the pressure that had killed me this year and destroyed everything beautiful about me.

The pain and the consequences of my own decisions, the regrets, the work I had put in and couldn’t take back.

The disappointments and the tears.

I cried out again as the rain flowed past my lips and into my mouth, then I leaned forward and slammed my fists on the ground. The mud broke through my fingers, and my body unchained itself.

I let the wave take over me and stood up.

I danced like I probably never had before, with a fury purer than anything else as I forced my body to let out all the power that had been dormant inside me.

That sparkle Harris had spoken of.

Pain mixed with euphoria, and the tears were replaced by smiles. Harris was still sitting, the AirPod he had taken out now in his ear so he could hear the song and understand my dance better.

Each time the melody hit, my body leaped towards the darkened sky, through the liberating, raging rain, which pushed me back into the cold mud.

I managed to make the moves that had earned me trophies, those agonizing pirouettes that had sprained my ankles and broken my tendons. The impact with the grass wasn’t as hard as the impact with the floor, which is why I’d always loved dancing in the rain.

Panting and feeling alive after so long, I stood up and didn’t move as the rain washed over me and I closed my eyes.

When I opened them again, Harris was standing in front of me. He didn’t say a word, he just grabbed my hips and lifted me up.

He lifted me until my body was above his head, and I fought exhaustion to keep myself upright as I held onto his shoulders.

He continued to push me up as high as he could, and I opened my legs in the splits, as I knew he loved to do. The joy in his smile made me smile, and then I started to laugh.

I really loved him at that moment.

For all he had done for me.

I threw my head back and screamed again, this time with joy.

Harris screamed with me.

Our screams dissolved into the surrounding nature, into the rain and the thunderstorm, our imprints marked into the universe for eternity.

We each had our own pain that kept our hands and feet bound, our own fears, but we were both free of them now as we lost ourselves in happiness and release.

He turned a few times, spinning us around, then lowered me until my legs wrapped around his waist. I had no patience for him to say anything else, so I grabbed him by the back of his neck and kissed him with all the happiness pulsing inside me like a star reborn.

Nothing had really changed, but it seemed that way.

The exhaustion, the muscle pain left behind by the effort, my heart pounding, I had missed it all so much.

I was covered in mud, but Harris embraced me and returned my kiss with the same thirst I had.

“Thank you,” I whispered as we parted, and he bent his knees until he sat back down, and I straddled him.

“How are you real? How am I the one who found you?” he whispered over my lips as the song repeated in the AirPods, but I could hear him.

I took mine out, knowing it would soon be broken from getting too wet. Harris threw them both on the grass somewhere and took my cheeks in his hands.

My breathing was still intermittent, but I smiled as my heart pounded.

“That’s the same question I’ve been asking myself about you.”

He pressed his forehead against mine.

“I knew you were a great dancer; I knew the awards you’d won. I even watched some videos from when you were younger, more fragile, more innocent, but what I just witnessed, baby… that’s pure strength.” His eyes were serious as he continued, “Even if you won’t have a dancing career, no one can destroy that strength. I didn’t see a girl dancing in the rain earlier, I saw a woman releasing some of that incredible strength inside of her. I could watch you for hours, Katherine.”

Tears formed again, but I blinked them away quickly as I caressed his cheeks.

“You will see me. You’ve helped me remember that dancing isn’t just a profession, but an important part of me that I’ve kept hidden behind walls for far too long. From now on, I will only offer it to you.”

He pushed away the wet strands of hair around my face.

“As much as it excites me to have that spark just for me, I will support you unconditionally if you want to chase your dream again. I can’t be selfish with you, you’re too good for the world not to see.”

I smiled and wiped the water from his lips. My upper body and arms were now free of mud, as the rain had washed it away.

“Are you sure you want to share me?”

My mischievous grin elicited one from him too.

“I’ll make sure to strip you of your stage outfit after every dance and remind you that…” he bit my lower lip, “you’re only mine.”

I let my head fall back and laughed.

God, he would be the end of me.

Love was exploding in my chest now, and I was not able to ignore it and pretend it didn’t exist anymore.

Harris Stone was the most amazing and destructive man I could have ever met.

***

Half an hour later we were both back in the car. Completely naked.

We had managed to get the mud off by standing in the rain, but the wet clothes felt most unbearable.

I still didn’t feel the cold, just the euphoria of the moment and that incredible muscle pain.

Harris had switched off the lights again because he thought I wouldn’t stand a chance if he saw me.

I stretched across my seat and smiled as he held his hand out to me.

“Come here,” he called, grabbing my hand and pulling my body back into the position we were in earlier.

“Are you sure?”

Not that I was complaining, but I didn’t want him to suffer again. Or maybe he would finally give in, and since I didn’t care about self-control, I straddled his lap before he could answer.

I was shocked when I felt a fabric over his legs. I felt around, apparently a t-shirt he had put over himself, like a fragile barrier between his member and my crotch.

I felt his smile on my lips.

“I’m strong, baby, but not that strong.”

I giggled and stretched across his chest as he pushed the seat back, then wrapped my arms around his neck. My forehead was just above his, so I leaned down and pressed it against his. I was breathing heavily and my lips were trembling, even though I couldn’t feel the cold.

He wrapped his arms around me and gently stroked my back and wet hair. His breath clung to my neck, passing through me and warming my whole being.

The constant growl of the engine was barely audible in the noise of the storm outside. I could only feel the strong vibrations it emitted.

His long fingers ran through my hair, slowly stroking the wet strands, then he pressed a sweet kiss to my neck that instantly electrified my body.

I paid it no mind as he reached for the dashboard until a small flame ignited between us.

It caught on the cigarette that Harris had sensually taken between his lips.

The lighter went out, while the burning tip of the cigarette remained the only light illuminating his features, just enough to disturb my peace.

He took a drag, the ash burned, then dropped his head back and blew out the thick smoke. The smell of tobacco invaded my nostrils and my mouth tingled. Harris didn’t let me ask as he held the cigarette out to me and slipped it between my lips.

It had been a while since I’d smoked, but this smell was different somehow. It wasn’t just tobacco, but a much more dangerous and interesting combination.

It immediately burned in my senses, hitting the exact spot in my brain that needed it, and the euphoria pulled a breathy moan out of me. Harris didn’t let me blow the smoke out over us, because he grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to his lips, inhaling the toxin from my mouth and taking another drag from the cigarette.

He blew the smoke over my breasts.

The warmth was so pleasant that it made me shiver. It felt soft, tempting me towards sex and sin.

Harris tensed again as his free arm held me tighter.

He pulled out his dampened phone and connected it to the car. Immediately, music filled the space as my skin trembled and my blood boiled. I pulled him closer to me to show him I liked that idea as Shaker’s Nowhere changed the atmosphere between us. Harris smiled at my lips as he felt me shiver.

“Relax, baby.”

I heard him before he turned up the volume and his palms brushed over my body again as they reached all the right places.

He took a drag, and the smoke slid down my breasts before they were taken by his lips, kissed and massaged with an eroticism that made my toes curl.

I was completely naked in his arms, and even though he could barely see, it made the moment even hotter, even more intense.

I lit a cigarette too and touched his neck with my fingertips while he did much, much more.

He bent me back again until I was almost hanging over the steering wheel, then he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder. I gulped as I propped the other against the door, and he probably muttered a curse, because I could feel it on his breath.

He pressed hot kisses to every inch of skin that was close to his lips, and I wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure, the same release.

I leaned over him and pulled away that damn T-shirt that was “protecting” him from me. Or me from him.

When he tried to catch it, it was too late, because I had already taken his member in my hand to stop his protests.

I could hear his moans even over the loud music, and I could feel his strength as his muscles tightened around me. He pulled me to him and kissed me brutally.

“Yes, baby, keep doing that,” he begged as I moved my hand over his length.

I wasn’t in the ideal position, nor did I have any idea what to do, but I let my instincts guide me as it seemed so easy to give him that animalistic pleasure.

He took my ass in his palms and squeezed, while he took my right breast in his mouth and completely disarmed me. What I was doing to him became completely natural.

I stroked him slowly, then faster, getting used to him, to his texture, to that hot skin and the raw power underneath.

I wanted to see him, I wanted to hear him.

I whispered that in his ear and heard no protest from him as he switched on the light in the car with his phone.

Everything changed so abruptly, oh God, too abruptly.

Keep your mind sane.

It was almost impossible, especially after my eyes fell on him.

I was in no hurry. I marveled at that perfect abdomen, taut and wet, the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing, then my gaze went lower, much lower, until I discovered the source of that madness that had taken over both of us.

I bit my lip at the image of how my hand looked like wrapped around him, then swallowed and couldn’t stop myself from picturing him… inside me. Harris looked at my face, then at my hand, analyzing and breathing heavily, as he probably imagined the same thing, only wilder, I was sure.

His cock twitched, and it seemed like the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. I continued to pleasure him, now capable of studying his reactions and what he liked. His head fell back as he finished the cigarette, exhaling the smoke through his nostrils.

“Katherine, baby…” he continued to moan, gritting his teeth as my hand moved up and down. “Harder,” when I didn’t understand his plea, he took my hand and squeezed it around his girth. “Tighter, baby,” he moaned over my lips, then he pushed my head back and kissed my neck.

I listened to his demand and squeezed harder until I was afraid it would hurt, but it seemed to have the opposite effect, so I kept going as I quickened the pace because he wanted it rough. I needed to know that.

His body shuddered beneath me as his hands gripped my hips, and my concentration flew out the window as his fingers reached between my legs. He lifted me slightly and didn’t hesitate to slide a finger inside me. I whimpered and clung to my chest as he moved inside me with the same fervor as my hand. He found the right spot faster than I would have thought possible and we settled into a rhythm, helping each other finish.

He was the first to give in, because the pressure inside him was greater than mine. His release was strong, hot and soft in my palm.

His body stiffened as he pushed into my hand, closed his eyes and banged his head against the headrest.

I wanted to bite out of him and that’s exactly what I did as I leaned over his neck. I took a savage bite and his moans vibrated past my lips and through me.

He was pure, wild, beautiful masculinity.

And he was all mine.

He didn’t stop for a second until he got the same out of me, a simple task after he slid a second finger inside me and intensified the rhythm. The pressure quickly built up and shattered along with all my energy. I slumped over his chest, which was now on fire, and we gasped for minutes before we could think clearly again.

My breathing was still rapid as I lifted my head and looked at him. I wanted to take in every feature, every angle of his face, his body, everything. My fingers tingled with the need to photograph true perfection for my journal. What I had found on the internet was nothing like what Harris Stone really was.

“Can I borrow your phone for a minute?” I tried my luck and asked.

He had lit another cigarette and his body had relaxed exponentially. He looked at me briefly, then held the phone out to me.

This was even more surprising than anything that had happened. He didn’t even ask what I needed it for.

I didn’t need his password to access the camera, and I bit my lips excitedly, even though I knew Harris wouldn’t let himself be photographed so easily.

I looked at him, then at the phone. It was too dark for photos without flash, but I didn’t want them to be too bright either. Harris watched me curiously as I changed the settings. He had the latest iPhone – the latest of everything, in fact – and I was envious when I saw the photos it could take.

“Just promise me you’ll send them to me after.”

Harris raised an eyebrow, cigarette still between his lips.

“Send you what exactly?

“Don’t move,” I whispered, lifting the phone.

He reacted immediately and snatched the phone out of my hand before I could even take a picture.

I laughed because I had been expecting it.

“Come on, just one photo and I wouldn’t frame your whole face.”

He frowned, even though he was amused.

“Just give me a chance, if you don’t like it, you can delete it. It’s your phone after all.”

Harris was a very curious guy, he proved that when he handed me back his phone and let me do my thing.

I took his chin between my fingers and turned his head towards the window.

“Yeah, show me that jawline, babe.”

He moved slightly under me, as if he was beginning to like it. He put the cigarette back in his mouth and blew the smoke out slowly.

I took the photo.

The result was exactly what I had wanted, perhaps even more than what I had hoped for. It only showed his jawline and those sensual lips, his tense neck, protruding veins and the smoke that enveloped his features as if by magic.

“You’re a work of art,” I whispered, fascinated.

I could have photographed every inch of his body without getting bored.

Harris picked up the phone and looked at the result, his face neutral, but when he lifted his gaze to me, I could see he was all in on my little game.

“I’m a work of art?”

He leaned back and turned the phone towards me. I only blinked twice before I heard the soft click of the camera, then giggled.

“This… is a work of art,” he whispered as he analyzed the picture, and I took the phone out of his hand to see what he’d done. He had been much greedier than me. He had taken a picture of my lips, but the frame reached up to my breasts and stopped just above my nipples. You couldn’t see them, but there was enough room for imagination to take over.

I smiled and bit my lip.

“I’m the photographer, you’re the model,” I tried capturing him again as he put the cigarette back in his mouth, but he took the phone out of my hand.

Before I could protest, he cupped my cheek in his palm, then lowered it to my neck.

I froze.

His thumb touched my lips, and I opened them so he could easily slide his finger into my mouth. My head fell back a little as Harris blew the smoke across my chest and took the photo.

I never thought my own body would turn me on, but it happened when Harris showed me the photo. The way his hand hooked on me, his finger between my lips, the smoke enveloping me in all the right places, it was a visual orgasm.

“Okay, you’re the photographer,” I conceded, and his smile lit a fire under my skin.

What followed was the sexiest, most erotic photo shoot of my life.

In that moment, I was certain I had been created to love Harris, because I felt worshiped by his every touch, every whisper, and every kiss.

I was his.