Page 29 of King of Obsession

“Sure. I still get to fuck you how I fucking want and please.”

I push her down onto my steel hard cock, bottoming out and driving my thumb inside of her asshole at the same time. The sounds she makes are half whines, half moans as she bites into my bottom lip, hard enough she might break the skin.

The only thing she proves is that she’s just as fucking desperate for me as I am her. And I want to show her how an equal relationship would be; it’s a constant exchange of power.

I fuck her until her eyes roll back in their sockets and she is about to black out from the intensity. But that doesn’t hold me back and I continue fucking her some more.

Yanking her up on her feet, my hand locks around her nape, and I thrust inside her from behind, her tits smashing into the wall. She tries to rise on her tiptoes, but I don’t allow that, forcing her to take every inch before I turn her around. Holding her up with my hands on her ass, I roll my hips, getting even deeper inside of her.

At this angle, she’s a pretty mess of tears and moans as I’ve taken everything in her apart.

I lick up her cheek, not stopping pumping into her. She’s come twice already, and she will come again.

“I am too sensitive… I can’t…” she whimpers.

“You can and you will. I will push your limits, break through every boundary, and bring you higher and higher. You want to serve, I’ll be your god. You want a master, I’ll make you beg.”

I spill inside of her, triggering another climax.

Chest heaving, she shakes like a baby lamb who takes her first steps when I place her down, leaning into me for support.Her body trusts me, knowing who the fuck it belongs to. Her heart and mind will follow. I’ll make sure of that.

“Never. That will never happen,” she whispers.

I squeeze her ass cheek to show my denial, kissing her neck and nibbling along her shoulder.

“Sure, angel.”

Squirting some shower gel into my hand, I wash her gently and wrap her in a towel. For her first time, I took her a bit too far, but this woman is not ordinary. She has to adapt to my insatiable need for her. Why be gentle when I need to get her ready for what’s coming?

Brushing strands of hair from her face, our eyes lock in the mirror—silver and green.

She’s an unmatched beauty, strikingly gorgeous, with unblemished skin that now bears the marks of my teeth and fingerprints.

I caress her sides. “You’ll only wear my marks, just like this one,” I say and bite where her neck meets her shoulder, then show her my fingerprints on her creamy skin.

Luciana tilts her head and bites into my jugular as she cups my dick. I smile like the disturbed idiot I am, proud to have met my counterpart.

She doesn’t speak, she just nibbles and plays with my dick, letting me know how easily she could draw my blood and break my cock.

I fist my hand in her hair, yanking her head back. “Such a thirst for violence.”

She clicks her tongue, a challenge burning in her eyes. “You make it so easy for me by opening that mouth of yours…”

“You love my fucking mouth, especially when—”

She huffs. “I should have never told you.”

“Ahh, amore. You saved a lot of men. I would have never rested until I found every single one of them and killed them. As long as I am alive, you’re mine and no one will ever touch and fuck you but me.”

Her eyes dilate, and she licks her lips. She can deny it, but she likes what I say—–she’ll come to love my unhinged self too. No one truly fought for her, no one truly treated her the right way. I am no expert on relationships and feelings, but I know ours will never be conventional.

In our world, where blood is king and power is the ultimate goal, love has no place. But having a companion who understands that, ending the solitude while sharing this undeniable connection and raw need for each other is better than I could have ever imagined—it seems like the best deal I could get out of this life.

Blowing her hair, the shiny, long strands feel like the softest silk as she analyzes my every move. Occasionally, some micro expression slips past her poker face, more and more often. A yawn parts her mouth and her shoulders droop, her eyelids growing heavier.

I need her to be so tired she falls asleep right away. The biggest hurdle is her mind—her brain is set to a fixed program I’ll rewrite. Everything will be easier once I figure out the code.

The first step will be her waking up next to me after she shared her body and a bit of her mind with me, realizing nothing bad happened. She can trust sleeping next to me.

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