Page 94 of Plunge into Obsession

“For example,” I said, letting my hand drift down from her stomach and cupping her between her legs. Only the sleep shorts she wore to bed, along with the covers, protected her from my greedy hands. “I should leave you alone. Let you get used to the idea of me. But you’re so fucking tempting this morning.”

I pushed close to her until my hard cock brushed the side of her leg.

She didn’t stop me.

“I’ll be a good guy and listen to you. You tell me to stop, and I will. No hesitation. Tell me you don’t want this right now, and I’ll leave you alone.”

“And you won’t be mad and punish me for it?”

I shook my head. “I won’t be mad and punish you for it. Ever. You have my word, and I plan to make you see that my words will mean something to you. So what will it be, baby? Will you tell me to stop? Tell me to leave you alone?”

She opened her mouth, and I waited. I meant it. If she tells me to stop, then I would. But I was getting better at reading this girl in my arms. She didn’t want me to stop.

“Baby?”

She held her breath for two long seconds before letting it out in a slow exhale. “Don’t stop.”

Her words were spoken softly.

I grinned wickedly at her, cupping her more fully in my palm and squeezing her.

Her breath halted before it picked back up, and her chest pushed in and out harshly.

Her blue eyes were nearly black with her arousal, and I held in a grin.

She could hate me, call me the bad guy all she wanted, but there was no denying the fact that we had great sexual chemistry between us.

I had felt it the very first moment I saw her step foot into my strip club, had felt it every time I came back to see her, and even now…

There was nothing about this girl that would turn me off from her.

“Are you wet for me?” I asked.

She blinked. “W-what?”

“Are you wet for me? Have you dirtied your panties? Is your pussy quivering with want, hoping I will release it?”

She made a small whimpering sound, her eyes fluttering shut, and shook her head.

I leaned over until my lips touched her ears. “Liar.”

She gasped, her eyes sprang open, and she sputtered some nonsensical words.

I pulled the covers away from her body and took in the clothes she wore.

A large shirt—mine—and sleep shorts,obviouslynot mine.

She looked fuckable.

I settled my hand on her belly. “I can’t fucking wait to see you get big as our child grows inside you,” I said. “I might keep you fucking pregnant for several more years.”

Her eyes widened at my words. “Gabriel—fuck.”

She hissed out a breath of air when my fingers found her nipple beneath the shirt, and I twisted the nub around and around sharply.

Her hand moved up, and she grabbed my wrist. I pinched her tighter and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

Bianca was fucking perfect for me.

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