Page 41 of King of Obsession

The windows fog with our heavy breathing as he holds my waist and rams into me. My voice is hoarse after all the moaning I did and crying out his name.

By the time he finishes for the second time, I came three times: first on top of him. The second time on my hands and knees on the floor with him taking me from behind while playing with my asshole, pumping one then two fingers inside. And thethird time, he had me spread my legs to my capacity and fucked me senseless as I clutched the seat.

I am so sensitive that a gust of wind could cause a tremor to jolt my body.

He holds me to his chest, caressing along my back and planting a kiss on my forehead, then on the tip of my nose, eyeing me with candor.

“That was intense,” I say, wanting to be the best he had while being jealous of all the ones that came before me. I can’t change that. I feel my brows furrow, not liking where my thoughts are heading. I am not the jealous and insecure type.

“What are you thinking, mio angelo?”

I shrug, cautious to let him see my deepest vulnerability. But it’s like he reads my mind because he palms my neck and cheek, forcing me to look at him.

“There was no one who could hold even a smidgen of my interest or attention while you hold it all—owning me completely. I’ve never been like this with anyone before. It’s you, that’s why. If women are candles, you’re the torch lighting me up.”

I don’t even try to hide my smile. “You’re not bad either.”

He chuckles, but then something dark passes his features. “I am the only one you’ll have. Let another man touch you and I’ll raise fucking hell on earth.”

He doesn’t have to worry, yet his possessiveness does things to me. I can’t believe I like his unhinged ass. Although like is a way too tame a word for what I feel.

In our world, love doesn’t exist, so it can’t be that. Perhaps it’s just like in the wild. When you find your mate, it’s primal, basic, a companionship to survive.

The driver parks, and I expect to see the hotel I am staying at, instead it’s a private garage filled with expensive cars. It’s his place. It’s like an auto show displaying unique models and when I see the charred Lambo, I eye him, not understanding.

“What am I doing here?”

“I sent people to your suite to remove the traces of our battle.”

I tilt my head, not even knowing why I insist at this point. “And you thought I’d spend the night with you?”

“You. Are. Spending. The. Night. With. Me.”

He must have fucked the brain out of me because I nod. He might as well lock a collar around my neck and call me his. Where can I sign my rights over to him?

“You’re being bossy. Again. I don’t think I like it.”

“It makes you fucking wet, amore. And you more than like it.”

I stare him down, huffing, and he arches a brow, daring me to deny it.

Whatever.

In the elevator, he uses a key card and an eight-digit code. His security is top-notch, easing something in me. I know from experience that he’s hard to kill.

When the doors slide open, a black marble paradise greets us, the floor looking shiny and spotless. Crystal lights hang fromthe ceiling. It’s decadent, with the impeccable white walls and black furniture.

As we walk inside, a polished bar is on the left side, and in front of me, the view of Reno stretches out from the panoramic windows. I can see the entire city bustling with life and lights, all day and night, pretty similar to Venice.

Even though it’s not the first time I’ve been in his penthouse, I was too guarded, taking everything in with a suspicious glint then, but now I can truly enjoy it.

His penthouse enraptures me so that I don’t even notice when he returns with a glass of wine. Even the curtains are thick and a testament to fine craftsmanship.

He gives me a tour. This is a dream of a house with its high-end amenities. It’s luxurious ambiance and not at all crowded—silent luxury that is tasteful. Something that is hard to achieve.

Four bedrooms, five bathrooms, a walk-in closet that is bigger than mine and that has to say something. Maybe he can keep up with my expenses. I smile at my own silly joke.

“Your place is wonderful.”

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