Page 69 of Obsessed with Her

I stand up and look at her.

Open, ready, having surrendered herself deliciously to me.

I want her like I've never wanted a woman in my life, but I force myself to stop.

When I make her mine, it won't just be her surrendering—I'll teach her everything. I want her with me, not seduced, but master of her own desire.

Serenity hasn't woken up. Perhaps the combination of the unusual night and the two orgasms exhausted her.

I have extra shirts in the closet in my living room, and after putting her bikini back on her, I put one of the shirts on over it.

There is a secret passage through which I can leave without being seen by any regulars, and after sending a message to my driver, he will be waiting for us at this second exit.

Once inside the vehicle, I try to put a seat belt around her body, but Serenity snuggles into my lap, her arms around my neck as a soft snore escapes her lips.

Almost half an hour later, when the driver pulls up to my building, I walk out with her in my arms towards her apartment.

I shake my head, sending a clear message to the bodyguards that they don't need to go up with me.

I enter the private elevator, and not for a second do I stop looking at the beautiful, sleeping face. I’ve never seen myself as a jealous man, but I wanted to pluck out the eyes of everyone who watched her performance today.

The elevator stops on her floor, and with difficulty, I touch the fingerprint scanner to open the door. I walk straight to her room. I lay her down on the bed and listen to her mumble.

I don't want to go. I want to pick up where we left off, but this is not a decision I can take back tomorrow morning, so I need to think and consider very carefully the path we take from here on out.

I free her from her high-heeled shoes, then brush the hair out of her eyes and cover her with the sheet. My gaze travels overher beautiful body and the small triangle of cloth that covers her pussy; my mouth waters when I remember the taste of her and how she came for me.

I force myself to move away, and I'm almost at the bedroom door when I notice, inside the closet, several boxes of jewelry, all of which I bought for each performance she's given over the last two years.

They are untouched, still sealed. Why? Didn't she even bother to check what I chose? Each piece is exclusive. I ordered them especially for her.

I pick up a small one, which I know is a ring, because all the others are matching earrings and necklaces.

What does it mean that she didn't have the curiosity to open them?

Otis.

Of course, she was in a serious relationship, and I, like a damn obsessive, silently harassed her with my gifts.

Confused for the first time I can remember, I leave her apartment

Serenity

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

I didn't expecthim to be here when I woke up, but I was very upset when, on getting up, I saw the familiar three dozen calla lilies in a vase on the dining table and a jewelry box next to it.

For any other woman, perhaps it represents an attempt to seduce, to please. For me, it reminds me of the two years he remained distant.

"It was Mr. Kostanidis who ordered it to be delivered," the maid says, entering the room. "Aren't they beautiful?"

I nod, unable to speak.

"He asked you to call him as soon as you woke up. It looks like your cell phone is turned off, Miss Blanchet."

It’s not turned off. It's with Madison. She told me that you can't use phones inside SIN, so I handed her mine before going on stage.

God, what a fool I made of myself!

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