Twisted Obsession (Underworld Kings)

"I need you to be on your best behavior this weekend. On Saturday, I'm having a party and you need to be the entertainment." I stop inches from her bed and pluck the Kindle from her fingers before I tug at the blankets that cover her, but she grips them before I can expose her porcelain flesh. "We're going shopping for a dress."

Luna's eyes burn with fire before she scoots up in bed and glares at me. "You know, I get that you hate me. And I totally get that my family are your mortal enemies, but after the things we did last night, I expect at least a fucking good morning before you order me around as if I'm one of your soldiers or capos." She drops her hands to her sides and the blanket she had been holding onto and I'm met with the sight of her tits. Delicious. Tantalizing. And utterly fucking mine. "Asshole," she bites out as she sways her hips while making her way to the closet.

The venom in her tone is warranted, so I don't punish her, but I do laugh out loud. "If I didn't like seeing my mark on you, I'd spank your ass for that outburst, little dancer." My warning doesn't go unnoticed when she peeks her head out from the walk-in closet.

"If you treated me like a human being, I wouldn't have to tell you that you're an asshole, and it wouldn't be true." Her sass makes my palm tingle, and I vow that the next time I get her naked, she'll get those pert cheeks brightened to a deep shade of red.

"We're leaving in ten minutes," I inform her, reminding myself of the task at hand.

When she appears once more, she's dressed in a pair of jeans and a flowing blouse that hides her bare tits. "Tell me something, Enzo," she says. "When did I suddenly become someone you needed?"

I ponder her question, unsure of how to answer it because, I don't know if I need her. I could do this on my own. I could hire trusted women to walk in and do their job and leave at the end of the night. They would possibly offer me more than just the appearance at a party, but when I look at Luna, realization hits me that I prefer her.

Fuck Mario and him always being right.

"I don't need you, little dancer, but I do want you around."

Her mouth pops open in shock. "Why?"

I stalk toward her, needing to close the distance and inhale that candy apple scent that makes the inner monster rear its head and stake his claim. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger and tip her head so she's looking at me. "Because I love your tight little cunt around my cock, squeezing, milking, and pulsing for me to fill you up. I hunger to see your skin bruise with my mark. And I want to hear you scream my name every fucking day when I take all your holes and use them for my pleasure. I'm not the knight in shining armor in your romance, my little dancer."

I lean even closer, our lips so close, I could kiss her, and I know she wouldn't fight me off if I did. Even if she did, I would still steal her lips because they belong to me. I have fought this for so long, angry at my father for choosing her, but now I'm giving in. I've never done so before, and I won't ever do it again.

She's special.

She's unique.

And she's fucking mine.

"I'm the villain, and I'm proud to be. I want to be the monster you're afraid of, but I also want to be the monster that makes your body ache, tremble, and shake with profound pleasure. I'm the only person you will ever want or need."

"Enzo—"

"So, if you're looking for a hero, I'm not him. Instead, you found yourself someone who will fight to keep you safe. I'm not those fucking heroes in your books, I'm the one who will drench himself in blood for his queen. And I'll do it happily." I don't know why I'm telling her this. The admission has rendered me vulnerable, and it's not something I've ever done before.

Fear grips me, but I trust in my father. He chose this for me, and he must have known there was a reason for it. So, instead of hiding, instead of pushing her away, I allow her in, just for now. I need her to see the humanity. Just this one fucking second, I need her to believe me.

Slowly, those pretty, green eyes shimmer with tears before Luna blinks and the emotion trickles from her eyes. "I don't know what to say."

"Tell me you trust me," I throw back easily. For this plan to work, for me to be able to run the Familia the way my father would have wanted, I can't have a queen by my side, but also straddling the line between her past and present.