Page 108 of Veil of Obsession
A growl rumbles low in my chest. “Careful what you wish for.”
Her lashes flutter, but she doesn’t look away. Doesn’t push me away.
I spin her in one quick motion, pressing her front against the wall, my body caging hers in. My fingers slide beneath the hem of her dress, skimming the soft skin of her thighs, teasing.
She shivers. “Lucio…”
I lean in, my breath hot against her ear. “You made your choice, sweetheart.” My fingers tighten on her hips. “Now I’m going toruinyou.”
I pull back just enough to turn her around, forcing her to her knees in front of me. Her lips part, eyes wide as she looks up at me, her hands trembling as she reaches for my belt.
“Show me how sorry you are.”
She nods, her breath hitching as she undoes the buckle, her fingers brushing against my hard cock. I groan, watching her, heat licking up my spine as she pulls me free.
Her tongue flicks out, teasing, tasting, before she takes me into her mouth. My head falls back, a curse slipping from my lips as she moves, slow at first, then deeper, her lips stretching around me.
Her warmth surrounds me, her hands gripping my thighs as she takes me farther, her throat constricting as she swallows medown. I fist her hair, guiding her, my control fraying with each flick of her tongue, each soft moan that vibrates around me.
“Fuck…” My grip tightens as pleasure coils tight in my spine.
She looks up at me, eyes glassy, needy, as she takes me to the hilt.
I can’t hold back. My hips snap forward, her fingers digging into my thighs as I lose myself in her mouth. She takes it, everything I give, her moans sending shocks of pleasure through me until I’m right at the edge.
I groan deep, holding her in place as I spill down her throat. She swallows every last drop, her lips still wrapped around me as I shudder through the aftershocks.
I grip her chin, tilting her face up so she meets my gaze. Her lips are swollen, her breath coming fast, her eyes still hazy from what she just did for me.
But I’m not done with her. Not even close.
“On the ground,” I murmur, my thumb brushing against her bottom lip before I let her go.
She blinks, dazed. “What?—”
“Head down,” I growl, fingers curling into her hair as I guide her down on her hands. “Ass up.”
A soft gasp escapes her lips, but she obeys, her palms pressing against the cold marble floor as she arches her back, presenting herself to me. The fabric of her dress pools around her thighs, concealing what I crave to see.
I lean down, my mouth right by her ear. “Lift it.”
She hesitates, her fingers trembling as she gathers the fabric, pulling it up inch by inch until she’s exposed, bare, her skin flushed with heat.
Fuck.
I run my palm over the curve of her ass, slow, deliberate. My fingers trail lower, brushing against her slit, feeling the slick evidence of how much she wants this—wants me.
A sharp, broken sound leaves her throat when I stroke her, spreading her open, teasing.
“Look at you,” I murmur, my chest pressing against her back, my lips brushing her ear. “Dripping for me. Like a fucking slut.”
She whimpers, her body tensing. I press my fingers inside her, slow and deep, I curl them, dragging along her walls, feeling her tighten around me.
“I should hate this,” I breathe, my voice dark, dangerous. “I should hate you.”
I thrust my fingers deeper, reveling in the way her body clenches around me, in the soft, desperate sounds spilling from her lips.
“But I don’t, do I?” I press a kiss to the shell of her ear. “I still fucking want you.”
