Page 41 of Lord of Obsession

His eyes close briefly, throat working as he swallows. When they open again, something wild burns in their depths. Something that recognizes its match in my own darkness.

Rafael's fist connects with my jaw, the impact singing through bone. Not a wild strike. Precise, calculated, carrying years of training in its execution. I taste metal and victory as he follows through, using momentum to break my hold.

"Don't talk about DiMarco." He presses his advantage. His next blow targets my ribs,but I catch his wrist, using his forward motion to spin us both.

The edge of the building looms three feet away. Rain slicks the marble beneath our shoes as we grapple for dominance. Lightning turns the world stark white, casting harsh shadows across Rafael's face, all sharp angles and stripped false identity.

"Look at you." I drive my knee toward his solar plexus, forcing him to block. "Finally letting the monster out to play."

He responds with a combination that would shatter bone if I wasn't expecting it. Each strike flows into the next with fluid grace, pure instinct taking over. I counter, redirecting his force until his back hits the utility wall. The impact rattles brick dust loose as thunder cracks overhead.

"This what you wanted?" His chest heaves against mine as I pin him there. "To prove I remember the training? The techniques?" A bitter laugh tears from his throat. "Congratulations. Now let me go."

I lean closer, letting him feel the weapon at my hip. "But we're not finished. Not even close." My free hand finds his tie, using Italian silk to hold him still. "Tell me you don'tfeel more alive right now than you have in years. Tell me your blood doesn't sing with it."

His response comes in the form of a headbutt that nearly breaks my nose. The move creates enough space for him to reverse our positions, forearm pressed against my throat. Rain traces patterns down his face as he applies pressure—not enough to choke, just enough to prove he could.

The storm rages around us, wind and rain turning the rooftop into a private battleground. Each flash of lightning illuminates another crack in his facade, another piece of truth breaking free. His hands fist in my jacket, caught between pushing me away and pulling me closer.

"I spent years—" He cuts off as I apply more pressure, just shy of cutting off his air.

"Building walls?" My other hand finds his hip, fingers digging into bone. "Creating distance? Playing at normalcy?" I lean in until our breaths mingle, tasting whiskey and fury. "Look where that got you."

The kiss burns like violence, all teeth and hunger and shared blood. He responds instantly, one hand tangling in my hair tight enough to hurt. Each point of contact carrieselectricity, amplified by rain and height and the pure honesty of this moment.

I break away just enough to speak against his mouth. "This is what you are. What we are. Pure fucking power wrapped in designer suits and family names."

His eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with something beyond simple want. Thunder rolls overhead as he drags me back in, the kiss turning brutal. My hands map territory already claimed in a dozen different ways, stripping away expensive fabric to find skin marked with old scars and fresh bruises.

Rain soaks us both as we come together against rough brick, the storm drowning out sounds that would carry too far in clear weather. I push him to his knees again, just where I like him, and he doesn’t resist. He likes submitting to me. I can sense it and I like it.

He paws at my belt, undoing it with ease and then at the zipper of my pants. My eager dick springs free and I feel it pulsing with desire for him.

His eyelashes flicker as his mouth moves instinctively opening for the head of my dick.

He lavishes it with his tongue, lapping upmy precum, kissing the very tip of my dick before taking it once again in his warm welcoming mouth and massaging with his tongue.

I don’t interfere for now, I just let him worship my dick and it feels fucking delicious. All is how it should be. His pretty little face going to work pleasing me.

Then I feel his mouth release me and drop lower taking my balls one by one, sucking them into him, massaging them with his tongue. I feel like I might explode there and then, but I hold off. Not yet. I want more from him first.

I close my eyes and enjoy it.

I open them when I feel him release my left ball and it plops out of his mouth and I feel his hands on my thighs.

“Please,” his voice is no more than a whisper. His dark eyes are full of want. “Turn around.”

I smile down at him, “OK, pretty Little Valenti. Are you going to tongue fuck my ass?”

He nods eagerly. “What a filthy little slut you are,” I say as I do as he requested and turn around so my ass is facing him. I’m a big fan of an enthusiastic tongue fuck.

I feel his hands parting my ass cheeks and his breath hot and heavy against my hole.

Oh, god. This is going to be good. I can feel it.

The first press of his tongue feels fucking exquisite, hot and hard on my asshole. Then lighter, just the tip of it, running around my rim, teasing at my entrance.

Then his whole mouth, his pretty little mouth making out with my hole eagerly as though its my mouth. He’s kissing, he’s licking as though my ass is the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth- he’s driving me fucking crazy.

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