Page 44 of King of Obsession

“Forget it. There would be too many killings even I can’t cover them all up. I’ll drive you around,” I grumble, the thought of another man in her vicinity unleashing deadly anger.

Her giggles turn into a full belly laugh, surely reading my tight facial expression.

Until I get my new Lamborghini Sian, I switch between my Ferrari and Aston Martin. What to drive today is a quick decision as she trails her nail over the hood of the Aston.

“You’re betraying Italy.”

“You don’t have to tell me,” she murmurs, and I get the impression we’re talking about more than cars here.

She plasters a smile on her face and tilts her head. “The Aston is more elegant, less flashy, and it seems more comfortable.”

I open the passenger door for her, and she slips inside, making herself comfortable in the dark brown leather seat. Buckling herself in, she crosses one leg over the other.

As I move to the driver’s seat, she nods more to herself. “Bulletproof.”

“All my cars are.”

“Good,” she says as she brushes her diamond necklace.

I jerk my chin toward her neck. “Does it have a story?”

“It’s the numbers of my kills. And in my fashion, I chose diamonds.”

“Fits you.”

“And yours?” she asks, looking at my cross and rose pendant.

“The cross is the symbol of my father’s family and the rose of Mika’s. We combined them and I wear this pendant while he has his tattooed.”

Her eyes narrow on it as if to check how sturdy it is, even though she fucking loves to hold on to it when I am balls deep inside her.

The drive passes too quickly for my liking, but the moment I stop in front of a three-story boutique downtown, she can barely contain her excitement.

We walk inside, and the seller greets us, welcoming us. Before she can open her mouth surely to offer her help, Luciana says, “Follow me.”

Then she takes her sweet time, going through every department while I take a seat in the velvet armchair and enjoy my coffee.

When she returns, the seller drags two racks of clothes, eyeing me apologetically.

“Regretting it?” Luciana asks, sashaying to me.

The moment she’s in grasping vicinity, I pull her between my spread thighs. “I expected more.”

“That can be arranged.” She smiles and kisses me, taking me by surprise with her public display of affection.

I said I would take the day off, but while Luciana is occupied by her shopping spree, I check my phone to see that my assistant has pushed today’s appointments to tomorrow. I will have a full day. Fuck.

Lifting my eyes from my phone, I see she found lots of stuff, from lingerie to ten pairs of shoes, and two bags that cost more than some cars, to jewelry.

“I am done,” she says after two hours. She takes everything, unable to decide, and I like her in all of it.

We move to the checkout, and the seller blushes a fiery red as she says, “That will be five hundred thousand dollars, sir.”

I give her my card and tip her ten percent for enduring Luciana’s commands.

As they bring the bags into the car, she says, “You’re not easily scared away, are you?”

I shake my head, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “Of my woman’s wishes? Not a chance.”

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