Page 74 of King of Obsession

As if he were some lord weighing my words, deigning to give me permission, he stares at me for long moments. I had the chance to bite his dick off, but instead I preferred to choke on it. Serves me right.

He pushes himself off the wall and drags me up. A bout of dizziness unbalances me. I see the cement floor as I fall over, readying myself for impact by shutting my eyes when he catches me by my elbow, pulling me up.

“So dizzy on your feet in my presence.”

God, give me patience. If I am learning some humility here, where is his? So not fucking fair.

“Yeah, flatter yourself…”

“I should have let you fall on your knees for me. You like it there.”

The sexual innuendo has me clenching my thighs. I am not the only one affected. The black in his eyes intensifies. The tension between us zaps through the air, the sparks electrifying.

“Let me do it now,” I say with a sweet smile, licking my lips.

His eyes burn with hunger as he follows the movement before he snaps out of it.

I will get him back, won’t stop trying to seduce him until he gives in.

“My cock is a privilege I doubt you’ll ever earn again.”

I roll my eyes at him. “You didn’t just say that.”

“Move.”

I give him my back, but with my ankles bound, the distance to the cell feels endless as I take small steps. Once inside, I show him my tied wrists.

Instead of taking them off, he pulls down my pants.

“What are you doing?” I ask, incredulity lodged in my throat.

“Don’t play coy, now.”

I gasp in indignation. “I won’t pee in front of you.”

He tugs at my pants, ignoring me. “I thought we were over this.”

“No, definitely not.”

“Luciana, you’re testing my patience.” I can hear his frustration loud and clear.

I am losing this round and sulkily I stay quiet as he pulls my thong down next. For a moment, his fiery touch makes me aware of another ache, forgetting that my bladder is full.

Then he pushes me down onto the toilet seat—it doesn’t smell foul and seems clean, no yellow or brown spots or detectable gunk.

I can’t hold it anymore. A loud moan rushes out of me, but not loud enough to cover the jet of my pee as I empty my bladder.

I close my eyes, suddenly ashamed. It’s stupid considering he’s seen me naked, fucked me in all ways and positions.

“You didn’t blush when I had my cock in your pussy and mouth and my fingers in your ass, but here is where you draw the line?”

“You’re remembering pretty much everything. Are you obsessed with me?” I taunt him like I did then, but he doesn’t take the bait.

“I am done.”

He cocks an unimpressed brow, not moving. “How is that my problem?”

“Don’t push it, Enzo.”

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