Page 99 of Unapologetic Obsession
His hand cinched tighter around my throat—possessive and savage—thrusting deeper into my mouth, farther and harder than I imagined possible. The motion was relentless; he displayed no softness, only the single-minded goal to finish. I realized exactly what he needed; I had become a vessel to be conquered and filled. Each time the swollen tip battered the back of my throat, I felt the pulse of his need. The hand at my neck squeezed harder, then let go, and then returned, alternating between blocking off my air and letting me breathe.
When he finally released my neck altogether, his hands were white-knuckled on the edge of the vanity as he braced himself. His eyes rolled up and then crashed back open, fixing me with a wild, unseeing stare. I watched his body tense, every muscle and tendon pulled taut like wire, until I sensed the exact instant he careened over the edge. His dick jerked and throbbed in mymouth, and he threw back his head as his release tore through him.
“Fuck! Fuck!” he growled.
The guttural sounds he made were raw. I finally understood what he meant when he said coming on my face would make a mess. The taste of him was fierce and hot, sliding down my throat with violent force. My throat contracted as I swallowed, and slowly, I tried to pull away.
He grabbed my cheeks. “Not yet, baby. Don’t stop.” He held on until I began sucking him again.
He held himself above me and stared down at the sight of himself still buried in my mouth. He pumped until the last drop flooded the back of my throat with shuddering pulses, his hips barely able to resist the urge to keep thrusting.
By the time he pulled out of my mouth, my muscles gave out. He cupped my face, guiding me to a seated position. He lifted me in his arms and sat on the vanity chair with me in his lap.
“That was fucking incredible.”
His face, usually so composed, was transfixed on my mouth, as if trying to memorize this moment forever. In the silence between us, I clocked another realization about our past relationship—I had never done that for him before.
Chapter
Thirty-Three
ROSE
I triedto fix some of the damage Caden had done while he zipped up my silver-tinted dress. Maria would be displeased if she knew of the damage Caden’s handiwork had inflicted on my hair and lipstick while he was thrusting himself inside my mouth. The thought quickly dissipated when he kneeled to help me into my pumps and strapped them on. There was something immensely sexy when someone as fierce as Caden acted like a caretaker.
He stood, pulling out his phone when it buzzed. It had been functional since we docked in the Bahamas, which meant more phone calls on top of the ones he received via the cruise’s landline. Whoever texted him immediately fouled his good mood.
His lips thinned. “Let’s go.”
I smiled nervously. “Er. Sure. Just give me a second. Maria had a purse for me. It was here, somewhere.”
“You don’t need it.”
Caden grabbed my hand and led me out of the salon. Impatient energy radiated from him, unsettling me. Something about his urgent footsteps niggled at the back of my mind.
Although he prided himself on being a recluse, Caden had been oddly invested in this gala, personally overseeing all the arrangements. When I pointed out the discrepancy, he claimed he needed to solidify a few partnerships for a new venture. The explanation had been sound. The guests on the ship were moguls, industrialists, and dignitaries from around the world with connections to supplies, contracts, and labor to support any business deal.
It wasn’t until we reached the other side of the boat, where the party was being held, that the modicum of unease turned into agitation. Caden’s pace had increased. As we crossed into an empty corridor, I found Linda at the far end of it, molding herself into the wall. She did it every time I caught her trailing me. Clearly, she had been instructed to keep an eye on me while allowing us privacy. But my pace slowed when I saw a second guard. Something felt off the closer we got to the entrance.
Subconsciously, I started backing away when we reached the ballroom door. My escape was quickly halted when Caden’s fingers clamped around my wrist like a vise.
“Caden,” I started uncertainly. “P-perhaps I shouldn’t go to the gala.”
His face turned to stone as he dragged me toward the large wooden doors. “Tonight’s important. And I’m sure you’re tired of being cooped up.”
While I had been excited about attending a real party, something about Caden’s accelerated steps felt like a trap. He was never excited to socialize, so what was up with the fervent enthusiasm?
“Why don’t you go by yourself?”
“Your attendance is nonnegotiable, Rose.” He only called me Rose when he was serious or angry.
My pulse hammered against my throat like a prisoner desperate to escape. His grip tightened as he pulled me towardthe imposing double doors. I was as stiff as a board in his arms as two security personnel pulled the doors open with deferential nods.
My paranoia disappeared the moment I crossed the arched doorway. The lavishness of the ballroom hit me like a slap. I halted at the second-story gallery overlooking the grand ballroom downstairs. A chandelier hung suspended like a frozen explosion of crystal, splintering light across the sea of silks and tailored suits below. White-jacketed servers slipped between conversations, their trays full of bubbling champagne. Cream walls climbed toward the ceiling, their surfaces etched with silver filigree that seemed almost alive in the shifting light. Time itself loomed large, and a clock face dominated the wall in the middle of the split staircases, watching over everything. The place looked like it had been plucked from some aristocratic past.
Caden hurried me down the steps. When we landed at the bottom of the staircases, the room fell silent at our arrival. The weight of a hundred stares prickled against my skin. Every guest, staff, and crew member was in attendance tonight, and it seemed they’d been waiting for Caden’s arrival with bated breath. Guests observed us over their dinner tables set with military precision.
Caden barreled through the crowd, his grip on my hand unyielding as he dragged me behind him. Conversations died around us as he dismissively sliced through the various social clusters. Plastering what I hoped was an apologetic smile across my face, I squeezed his hand to ease up. But he kept up the relentless pace. What was with him tonight?
