Page 38 of Lord of Obsession

"Look at me." He grips my chin, forcing our eyes to meet. "I want to watch you let go completely. I want to see you embrace exactly what you are."

Heat floods my veins as he produces a sachet of lube that he works onto his fingers and his dick before pressing his fingers to my tender hole and beginning to tease it. The office lights cast everything in harsh relief—my shirt hanging open, his hands marking ownership across my skin, the evidence of our shared need impossible to deny.

“I need to hear you ask for it,” he whispers, his voice throaty and raw. I can see his blue eyes pooling with desire for me.

“Please, fuck me,” I say. “Use me for your pleasure.”

I feel his fingers urgently pressing inside my sore asshole in response, exploring me, pulling me open for his cock.

“I need your cock..” I murmur and my eyes close.

“Eyes on me,” he commands and my eyes snap open and meet his gaze.

I feel his fingers pulling out of me and his massive cock pressing at my asshole as he uses his right hand to guide it.

I know it is going to hurt when it goes in, but when I get used to it…. well… last night, it just felt so incredible.

He is feral in a way that no previous lover of mine has ever been. Sex with Dario is something I crave in a way I have never craved sex. I never knew wanting to be used was a kink of mine, but here I am, desperate to have his cock destroy me in every which way.

He pulls my legs up over his shoulders and then forces himself into me and grunts in satisfaction as he does so. I see that smugsmirk wipe across his face and I wince in pain at his entrance. Although, it does feel like my body adjusts quicker this time. My body likes it.

He begins to thrust into me deep and hard in the same way he fucks my throat. I can’t decide which way I prefer to be used by him. I feel so good for being fucked by him. I feel so good when he looks at me with that fierce hunger.

“Good Little Valenti,” he growls. “I bet your sweet little asshole hurts, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I gasp in response.

He smirks some more, his blue eyes flashing dangerously. “That’s what I like to hear.” He plunges deep, all the way in till he is buried to the hilt and holds me there for a second as though lost in thought.

“I can’t decide whether to come in your ass or throat,” he says.

I’m not sure whether he’s asking me the question, what I prefer? I doubt it, so I don’t answer.

He pulls out of me and pulls me roughly off the desk and pushes me down to my knees.

There’s my answer.

He thrusts straight into my waiting mouthwith no hesitation, holding the back of my head, forcing me all the way down, laughing as I gag.

Two more deep thrusts all the way and he comes hard spurting hot reams of come straight down my throat. He cries out loudly.

At the same time I feel my own release crash through me like a tsunami, obliterating careful walls and civilized pretense. I cry out in Sicilian, my mother tongue claiming me as thoroughly as he does.

The aftermath leaves us breathing hard in the wreckage of my office. Papers litter the floor, my desk bears new scars, and nothing can ever be the same. I stare at the ceiling, feeling the weight of truth settle into my bones.

"No more hiding." His words carry absolute conviction as he straightens my collar, covering the marks he's left. "No more pretending you're anything other than what you are."

I look at my scattered legal texts, at the degree hanging crooked on the wall, at all the trappings of legitimacy I've gathered around myself. They seem hollow now, paper shields against the darkness that lives in my blood.

He steps back, allowing me to slide from the desk on unsteady legs. My suit is beyond salvation, much like my attempts at normalcy. As I gather the wreckage of my professional life, I feel his eyes burning into my back.

"Sweet dreams, Little Valenti.” He leaves me there among the ruins of my carefully constructed world.

I remain in my office long after he's gone, surrounded by physical evidence of my surrender. Tomorrow, I'll reorganize these papers, straighten my degree, and try to rebuild the walls he's destroyed.

But we both know it's useless.

The monster is awake now, and it remembers how to hunt.

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