His Dark Obsession

His Dark Obsession By Moonlight Muse Chapter 12

A Massage

EVANGELINE.

I don’t know how long I stared at him, but when his eyes simmered red, I knew I couldn’t test him

any further and slowly inched closer to the bathtub. Now more than ever wishing there was some bubble bath available. What if I saw his monster?

Then I needed to keep my eyes closed!

I inched nearer and kneeled behind his head on the floor, thinking this was perfect! He couldn’t even see me from here. But it was only a few moments later that I realised I couldn’t reach properly from here, and I slowly got up again.

Should I sit on the edge of the tub?

No never!

“I don’t have all day, Little Mouse,” He snarled, making me flinch, my hands instantly going to his shoulders.

“S-sorry!”

Pouting I began massaging his shoulders, unsure if I was doing this correctly, but when a low groan left his lips, I got my answer. My heart thundered, I guess I was doing it correctly.

Goddess… how long did I have to do this?

He tilted his head back, and I moved away just before his head almost touched my breasts. Suddenly he reached up grabbing the back of my head making me squeak in fear as he yanked me closer, “I didn’t say you could move.”

“Y-yes.” I whispered, trying not to tremble as I massaged his shoulders. To my utter dismay, I could see he was hard, and he didn’t seem to care that I could see. Did he have no shame? That scary thing… I shuddered inwardly.

when his fingers ran down my arm, making my entire body tingle. “Don’t stop.” His voice came,

continued, my

“I hate that title.”

do

If we forgot about how unhinged he was, you could see he was perfection, from his smooth brown skin

too, those lips looked soft, his nose firm and strong, and behind those thick lashes, that I only noticed

was the man from my nightmares… Why

continued massaging him, making sure to target all the knots I could feel. This was something that Grandmother Philomena made me do often enough, and I was good at it.

I remembered more than being stabbed to death. I shivered at the pain I always felt in my nightmares; it felt so

tension in him. I looked

could see the flecks of gold and green blending into one another …

that were looking at

open wide as I jerked back, my heart thumping as

that massage, but your constant squealing like a pig is

Pig?

that was piglike! Just because my skin wasn’t so perfect, and yes, I turned pink at times but it did not mean I was a pig! If I was a pig, then he

he glared at me. Oh, I could never share

just said, my heart thumping as I hesitantly reached for the bottle of body wash, squirting a bit of it onto the sponge. “C-could you move forward, p-please?” I

one knee up on the tub, making it easier to reach him and began sponging his back. I made

scrub, scrub… I

mat that needed a good clean! Soon he will realise that I

breasts now, and I realised that the faster I was scrubbing, the more they were moving. I slowed down, trying not to move so much, yet I wanted this over and done with fast! His eyes kept flickering from red to gold-green and when I finished wiping down his neck and was about to move back, he grabbed hold of my wrist, and in one swift movement, he yanked me into

everywhere, and I grabbed onto his arm and the edge of the bathtub, my heart pounding as a huge wave of

me,

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