Page 57 of Plunge into Obsession

She watched me with dark eyes, and when she moved to grab my hair, I gathered both of her wrists in my hand and held them up above her head, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking on it.

“Fuck, Gabriel!”

“So fucking sensitive to me,” I said, letting go of her with a pop of my mouth.

I climbed off the bed and pulled her into my arms. Her eyes trailed over the full sleeve of tattoos I had on my left arm, starting from my wrist, showcasing the illusion of my skin being pulled back and revealing the muscle and bones underneath. The letters LM were on the inside of my elbow, and a Santa Muerte tattoo was on my biceps. The rest of my skin was covered with black ink and intricate symbols.

Her eyes focused on Santa Muerte.

“Nuestra Señora de la Santa Muerte,” I said. She looked at me questioningly. “Our Lady of the Holy Death. She keeps you safe.”

“I didn’t think you would be so superstitious,” she said softly, reaching out a delicate finger and tracing along the skeletal face. It was the only colorful tattoo I had. It was also the only tattoo I’d shared with Luis. Back before everything went to shit between us, when he had been the one man I’d trusted more than any other fucker in the world. Before his greed turned him ugly, we had gotten this tattoo together.

Mine was on my arm—symbolic in a way, I supposed, when I had once told him I would give my fucking arm for him.

He had gotten it on his back, and I supposed that represented him well.

Telling him to watch his own back, first and foremost.

I blinked. I couldn’t bring myself to cover the tattoo, and what was more, I didn’t want to.

It served as a reminder to always watch my fucking back and never let a relationship,any relationship, make me that vulnerable again.

I shrugged. “Death is inevitable. I guess a part of me hopes to have a choice about how I go.”

She didn’t really meet my eyes when she said, “I guess I can understand that.”

I nodded.

I didn’t know much about Bianca.

Her history only showed me a glimpse of the girl in my arms.

I knew her dad died in a flood in Florida when she was about thirteen, and her mom died in childbirth. She went to live with her aunt for about seven months before the bitch put her in foster care, where Bianca stayed until she grew out of the system.

I knew she attended the University of New Mexico but never finished her degree. I knew she’d taken multiple jobs since, but I didn’t know what made Bianca into the woman she was in my arms.

We got to the bathroom, and I lowered us down into the warm water and turned it off.

She snuggled closer to me, gazing at my body, almost as if she couldn’t get enough of me.

I knew the feeling.

I traced my fingers gently over her nipple, and she stilled slightly before relaxing back into the water.

I gripped her nipple with my thumb and pointer finger.

“How does it feel?” I asked, twisting it before I tightened my grip.

She swallowed before she answered me. “Like it hurts, but I don’t mind.”

I hummed in approval of her answer and rewarded her with a hard kiss.

She closed her eyes and tried to follow my lips.

Unable to stop myself, I pressed another kiss against her and pulled away.

“How many times do you think I can make you come tonight,mi cariño?”

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