Page 100 of King of Obsession

I tingle everywhere, feeling him from my toes to my scalp, taking ownership.

He took the last virgin hole, and like the cruel conqueror he is, he sits on his stallion, pillaging through the conquered land.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” The awe and pleasure in his voice are apparent, and pride floods me. I am the one doing this to him.

“What did you expect?” I murmur. “You’ve been the only one, you stubborn asshole.”

Fisting his hand in my hair, he takes my mouth in another deep kiss I feel to my soul.

“Always so fiery, Luciana. So fucking passionate that I drink it up like the thirsty idiot I am.”

His hand snakes around my front and he rubs his thumb against my clit leisurely, but with firm circles that feel so good.

“I was your first. I will be your last. And you can fucking bet that I’m going to be the only one.” A low groan vibrates in his chest. The deep sound rings of possession and finality, heating me up.

In the back of my mind, pleasure rolls in, shy at first then all at once, but it’s always accompanied by a hint of pain I am addicted to. This one I can take now that the initial shock and discomfort morphed into something more sinful.

Glued to my back, he intertwines our fingers, pinning them above my head so he has an unobstructed view of my neck. I hold on to his fingers, afraid to slip somewhere else and never want to resurface as he nibbles on my sensitive skin.

“Beg me. Beg for me to fuck your ass. Make you come with my cock in your tight hole.”

He turns me into this desperate woman, reduced to her baser needs. It’s not my fault it’s his.

I have no shame, no common sense, no dignity, loving to be at his mercy, so eager to please him.

“Please, Enzo.”

“Please what?”

I squirm, trying to make him move, but he’s an unmoving stone.

“Fuck my ass. Make me come, please,” I shout, losing the battle of wills. I have none when it comes to him anyway. And this experience is so intense and intimate I want to melt us together, becoming one.

“Good girl.”

He fucks me in short and hard thrusts, then long and teasing ones that have me climbing the walls of desire, clawing my way up to the promised euphoria.

I seek his mouth, needing his lips on me, and he gives it to me. Kissing me, he bites into my bottom lip, sucking on it. The orgasm tears through me. I come on a long moan, the wave of release leaving me shaky and breathless.

He pulls out, coming all over my ass and back, smearing his fingers through it and writing something.

I hear the shutter of his camera phone, and then he shows me what is written on my ass in his cum. “Enzo’s property.”

Repulsion is what I should feel. Instead, I feel elation. Even though he’s mad at me, he can’t deny me.Make me yours.I don’t want to be anyone else’s. I belong to and with you.

I keep silent though, celebrating my win in my mind.

“You look so fucking smug. Do you think this changes anything? You were the one begging.”

Now that I have better control of my body, I pull myself up and push the hem of my dress down. Picking up my ripped thong, I slap it into his chest.

“Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I have women lining up, ready to fuck.”

“But they’re not me. It’s me you want. Don’t play with my jealousy, Enzo. I don’t share. I’ll paint your fucking city red in my quest to show you that.” I flick my hair back and add, “I don’t mind begging, but between us, you’re the real beggar. You’re powerless for me. Always were and always will be. Stop pretending that you don’t love me too. Surrender. I need you just as fucking much. Love you beyond madness. You can own my body. It’s only fair as I own your heart.”

Then I open the door and slip into the passenger seat. Fuck, my pussy and my ass took a hard fuck. I am sore but sated, a cacophony just like everything regarding this man.

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