Page 72 of Arranged Obsession
“Fuck,” I gasp, arching my back. “Let me?—”
He crushes his mouth into mine. It’s a searing, blistering, violent kiss. I whimper in shock, taken completely off guard. I didn’t expect this. No, I figured we’d argue, but this is so much worse.
Because I like it. God, I fuckingloveit.
The way his lips move aggressively on mine. His hard body crushing my soft breasts. His strong hands holding my wrists like I weigh nothing. He could break me, but he doesn’t.
No, he’s eager to taste me.
I can feel it in his kiss. How badly he wants this.
“You drive me fucking crazy,” he snarls, moving one hand down my arms and keeping me in place with the other. I try to struggle weakly, testing his grip, but it’s iron. “I think you need a punishment, feather.”
“Who says you get topunishme?” I glare at him, outraged.
“I do.” His free hand brushes down my cheek, and then he pushes his thumb into my mouth.
My eyes go wide in shock. I taste his salty skin, and for a brief moment, I think about biting down. I could make him bleed. Rip into his skin. Make him scream.
Instead, my tongue moves in a slow circle.
“Suck,” he commands.
I moan as my cheeks hollow.
What the hell am I doing right now??
This is what he wants. A good, obedient little wife. Listening to whatever he says.
But that’s not what I see when I look into his eyes.
He’s not in charge here.
No, Cormac’s deeply, deeplyout of control.
All because of me.
I suck his thumb, moving down a little, whimpering as I pull back like I’m sliding his cock along my tongue. Fuck, it’s filthy, how mad he is at me, how mad I am at him, and now this.
“You dirty fucking girl,” he snarls, breathing fast. Losing himself.
Because of me.
I pull back with a gasp. “You like that.” I press my hips forward and feel his hard cock. “You really like that.”
He shoves his thumb roughly into my mouth again. “I fuckinglovewhen my dirty fucking wife sucks me,” he snarls, tonguepressed against his top teeth. “I love it when you’re a filthy girl for me. I love it when you suck and fuck and drip your wet right into my mouth. I love ruining you, Bianca.”
I pull back again. “That’s the problem,” I say softly. “You act like I wasn’t already ruined before we met.”
He turns me around roughly. “Compared to me, you’re a fucking saint.” He pulls my hair. I leave my hands pressed against the wall, moaning as he kisses me over my shoulder. “You’re a fucking goddess. I’m your fucked-up sinner.”
He rips down my shorts. I gasp in surprise as his warm, firm palm smacks down onto my naked ass, hard enough to leave a red mark. I whimper, wiggling my hips.
“Is this how you treat something pure and good? You get it all dirty?”
“Fucking right.” He spanks me again. And again. “I keep telling you, feather. I’m going to be your downfall. I’m going to turn you into something twisted. And by the time I’m done, you’ll be moaning, writhing, and begging me to keep. Fucking. Going.”
He spanks again, and when it hurts enough that I don’t think I can keep going, he plunges his fingers into my soaking wet pussy, driving me absolutely fucking crazy with pleasure.
