Page 103 of Plunge into Obsession

“Look at you,” he said darkly. “Do you see how my cum is dripping from your cunt while I play with your nipples? Do you have any idea what an enticing image you make?”

I licked my lips, getting ready to speak, but no words came out.

I shook my head.

“No?” he asked, cupping my chin gently and directing my gaze to the mirror. The image of me standing naked with Gabriel behind me was almost too much to bear. The Santa Muerte tattoo on his biceps moved as his bulging muscles flexed.

“Soon, baby girl, you’re going to see what I see. You’re going to understand just how fucking sexy you are. And that’s when the world better watch itself. There is nothing quite like a strong, sexy woman with a monster standing behind her. She could rule the fucking world.”

The last sentence was said in a whisper.

He twisted my nipples as he said it, and a small groan escaped my lips.

Fuck.

How could he talk about being strong when I felt so weak from his touch?

I grasped his arms but didn’t push him away.

I learned my lesson.

I could still remember the stinging pain of how he had grasped my nipple when I tried to push him away earlier.

His eyes seemed to glow with hunger.

With want.

With passion.

His cock hardened and twitched behind me.

I groaned. “Again?”

He laughed. “Again.”

He bent me forward and grabbed my hands, placing them on the counter until I gripped it. He guided me forward until my ass was touching his cock.

I watched him in the mirror.

Watched the way his eyes filled with determination as if having sex with me was a job he took very,veryseriously. His arm moved, and I realized he was gripping himself, stroking up and down his length. He moved closer and reached out with his other hand, his thumb pressing on my back end.

I closed my eyes.

Smack!

My eyes sprung open, and I met his in the mirror in shock. “Did you—”

He smirked. “What did I say? Keep your eyes on the mirror. On us. On me. I want you to watch what I am doing to you. Understand,mi cariño?”

I hesitated, not answering him right away.

His dark eyes glinted, holding a dare, almost as if he was waiting for my argument—anticipatingit.

What would he do if I told him I wouldn’t do what he asked?

I shuddered against the counter as images upon images pushed through my mind.

Half of them I didn’t want, but the other half…

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