Page 107 of Veil of Obsession
And then her hand grips my wrist.
I freeze. The contact burns, sending something electric down my spine. I don’t turn, my rage warring with something else I don’t want to name.
“Don’t go.” Her voice is broken, raw, wrecked. And fuck, it’s torture.
Her fingers dig into my skin, and this time, I turn and grab her by her throat and throw her against the wall, my body covering hers.
“Listen close, Princess. Because I won’t repeat myself. You fucking lied to me. I let you in. I let you see parts of me no one else has. And you used them to destroy me. Destroy my family. This isn’t something I can forgive. I’ve killed for less.”
She opens her mouth, but I stop her, my hold tightening around her neck.
“I’m not done. You’re crying as if I’m being cruel and unfair, but you have no one to blame other than yourself.”
I press myself into her soft body, my other hand running over her curves.
My voice is a low growl. “And the worst part isn’t that you betrayed me. It’s that Istill fucking want you. Even now, I can’t stop wanting you.”
My cock presses against my suit pants, hard and unrelenting. Her hand trails up my thigh slowly, and I loosen my grip on her neck.
Her fingers rest against my cock over the fabric of my pants. “Take what you want. Just pleaseforgive me.”
Her words unravel something dark inside me. A thread pulled too tight, snapping in an instant.
Take what you want.
She has no idea what she’s offering. No idea the war raging beneath my skin, the violent need and the fury tangling into something unrecognizable.
I should walk away. I should let her drown in the silence I’d leave behind, in the cold of the emptiness of this house. But her fingers, delicate and trembling, press against my cock, and I am undone.
With a growl, I seize her wrist and twist it behind her back, pinning her fully against the wall. Her body molds to mine, soft in all the places I crave, warmth melting into me like she belongs here. Like she never fucking left.
Her breath shudders against my throat, lips parting, chest rising fast. “Lucio…”
My name is a plea, a prayer, and a curse all at once. I drag my fingers along her jaw, tilting her head up so she has no choice but to meet my gaze. Her lips are trembling, her pupils blown wide with something raw and desperate.
She’s scared. She should be.
But beneath the fear, beneath the tears pooling in her lashes, there’s something else. Want. Fucking need.
And it matches mine.
“Say it again,” I murmur, my grip tightening just enough to make her gasp.
She swallows hard. “Lucio.”
It’s my undoing. I crash my mouth to hers, devouring her with everything I’ve been holding back. My teeth catch her bottom lip, biting down just enough to make her whimper as her body arches against me. Her free hand fists my shirt, clinging as if she’s afraid I’ll disappear.
Not this time.
My hands trail down her sides, over the curve of her waist, gripping her hips hard enough to leave marks. She moans intomy mouth, pressing closer, her body heat searing through my suit.
It’s not enough. It will never be enough.
She shifts against me, rubbing her thigh between mine, and I groan into the kiss, my fingers digging into her flesh.
“You don’t get to do that,” I murmur against her lips. “Not after what you did.”
She lets out a breathless, broken sound. “Then punish me.”
