Page 28 of King of Obsession

“You trusted me enough to let me touch you, to fuck you. Keep lying to yourself, Luciana, but one day, the truth will catch up with you and it won’t be pleasant. You think you know what power is? You haven’t even had a real taste of it.”

Violence plays in her eyes. I am sure she’s thinking of ways to kill me and get away with it.

Dragging a hand down my face, I exhale loudly. “You’re not ready for this talk. Maybe you never will be.”

Her nostrils flare. “You think you know who I am better than I do. What gave you this impression? Fucking me once?”

I slam a fist into my chest. “You want to pick a fight? Let’s fucking fight. You’re a tool in his hands. I’d make you my fucking queen.”

My words ring between us with the power of a sledgehammer hitting a church bell, almost deafening.

I haven’t even realized the water is almost toppling over the edge. She slips the shirt off her and gets under the bubbles, broody and silent like a volcano where you only see the signs when it’s about to erupt—too late.

She stares into space, and I sit on the side of the tub, watching her.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. And I don’t share power.”

“Right, you prefer to pretend you have any.”

In one swift move, she’s up, forcing me to look up at her. She’s a goddess, and I’d kneel at her feet—her devoted worshipper. She’s that beautiful with her silver hair cascading over her breasts, lithe curves and perfectly toned long legs.

While I am lost in the vision of her, she takes advantage of my daze. Hauling me back in the tub, the water crashes against the tiles with a big splash. The tub is oval and big enough to accommodate four people, so she climbs on top of me with ease. Her hands curl around my neck and press hard into my esophagus.

“Drowning. Interesting choice,” I croak, utterly calm, which enrages her even further.

She might be a terrific sniper, but hand-to-hand combat with me? No chance.

I roll her over and push her head under. Her eyes flash with a haze of violence that turns me the fuck on even when I’m trying try to make my point clear.

She scratches at my arms and squirms under me, trying to escape my hold. Bubbles surface caused by her shouting most surely profanities at me. Twenty seconds later, I pull her up and crash my mouth onto hers.

“Don’t test me. You want to drown me, put that pussy on my face and let me die as I want. Buried in you.”

Her nails dig into my back hard enough to break the skin––bleeding for her.

My hand skims down her stomach and toward her soaked pussy that has nothing to do with the water.

This night has been a rollercoaster of sensations, making me feel alive. I don’t want the ride to end and return to a bleakexistence. No wonder I play with fire right next to a vat of gasoline.

Leaning back, I pull her on top of me, bringing her pussy down to my mouth.

I indulge in her addictive taste—my downfall and rapture in one.

She’s not shy as she grinds against my nose and mouth, taking what she wants, staying longer whenever I have my tongue deep inside of her. Licking and nibbling on her clit, my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I squeeze and don’t stop until I bring her to orgasm. My name from her mouth flows in a decadent river of bliss as she slides down my chest.

“Sex won’t get you out of everything,” she says breathlessly, looking at me through dazed eyes.

I grip her chin. “I wanted you and I took you. That’s power.”

A peal of laughter bursts out of her. “Power? You’d do any-fucking-thing to fuck me and that’s power.”

My hand comes down on her ass cheek, the wet slap echoing around us, eliciting a yelp from her.

“Yeah? Your pussy is soaking my stomach.” Just to show her, I slip two fingers inside of her, and she latches on with a vise grip.

I smirk and rim her asshole with my thumb. “What was that again?”

She gulps, stuttering. “I hate you.”

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