Deadly Obsession (The Obsession Duet 2)

Pressing a hand to her chest, I gently push her back onto the mattress. She doesn’t say anything but watches me like a timid mouse that’s been caught in a trap. Pushing her legs apart, I drag my gaze lower, over her tiny tummy, and her hips before reaching the top of her mound.

Her creamy smooth thighs come into view, and I bite back a groan. They’re unblemished, and as I lean in, I inhale her sweet scent into my nostrils.

The smell of her sex zings right through me and into my cock, slamming into me like a lightning bolt. Like a dog with a bone, I’m salivating, wanting to take a bite out of her pink pussy. One taste. One lick. One drop of her sweet nectar on my tongue.

That’s all I need, but because I know I’ll take more, so much more than that, I rein myself in. Using every ounce of discipline I have left, I pull away.

“Do you have any idea how much it hurt me to be pushed away by you? To watch you do as Matteo said, to hang on his every word.” I pause and trail a finger down over her thigh, stopping at her knee. She shivers, and I’m unsure if it’s from fear or something more. I hate that I enjoy her fear, hate that it makes my cock harder than steel. “I watched you play with Alberto, taunting him, leading him astray…”

“I didn’t… I wouldn’t. I’m sorry,” she eventually huffs.

My lips turn up at the sides, “No, you aren’t. Not yet, but you will be soon.”

“What are you going to do to me?” she asks after a second, her heart beating against her ribs like a bird trapped in a cage.

“Whatever I want,” I reply darkly. I’m too frenzied with need to prepare her, and so I hope like hell she’s already wet because the last thing I want to do is hurt her, then again, she hurt me. Ripped my fucking heart out of my chest. Granted, she did it to protect me, this I understand, but who protects her if something happens to me?

“Zane,” she whimpers, knowing what’s coming. I’ll be cruel to her, but I’ll make sure she feels my love with each hard stroke. I’ll give her pain and let the pleasure soothe the ache.

“Shh, you only speak if it’s to tell me to stop. Do you understand?” I bark out.

Her gaze widens with shock and arousal, but she doesn’t object. Instead, she nods her head in understanding.

“Play with your tits, get yourself nice and wet because I don’t have the patience for that right now.”

Dove’s chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, but her eyes glaze over with lust. She likes when I tell her what to do, when I fuck her with purpose. Rolling her hardened nipples between her thumb and pointer finger, her lips part and her hips roll, seeking out my cock. I leave her this way, craving and wanting for a minute while I watch. She bites her bottom lip to stifle the whimper, trying to escape her pouty lips. I want my cock between those lips. I want to watch her swallow my length, to choke on it, to be so helpless and fragile.

Shoving my boxers down, I let my swollen cock free and kick away the fabric at my feet.

“Come here,” I order, fisting my cock in my hand. Dove’s timid gaze moves from my cock and up my body, stopping at my eyes. “I want you on your knees,” I say.

Grabbing a pillow from the bed, I toss it on the floor at my feet. Dove’s movements are sluggish, and I can see how aroused she is for me, her sweet cream coats the insides of her thighs, and my gaze is drawn to it.

I want to lick it, feast on her, to wring every drop of pleasure out of her.

This isn’t about her… I remind myself, which is really fucking hard when the only thing I care about is her. Pleasing her. Making sure she’s safe. Loving her. I breathe for her.

Dove sinks down onto the pillow and eyes me cautiously.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours. The same mouth that slayed me with such hateful words. I’m going to fuck it, fuck your mouth, throat, and then your pussy.” I’ve never been so blunt with her before, so vile, but it feels good. It makes me feel free. I’m not sure what I’ll do if she objects, but thankfully, she doesn’t.

I bring the tip of my cock to her open lips. She flicks her tongue against the tip, and I let out a grunt. Fuck, that feels like heaven. Running my fingers through her hair, I stroke her head before sinking my fingers deep into the dark strands, wrapping them around my fist. I tug her head back and make sure she knows who’s in charge.