Page 133 of Veil of Obsession
He drags his thumb along my cheek, his touch slow, reverent. “My family is you now.”
I feel my pulse in my throat, heavy, loud.
“Just you, baby. Only you.”
I choke on a sob, my hands gripping his wrists, holding on to him like he’s the only thing keeping me tethered to the ground. His forehead presses to mine, his breath warm against my lips.
“I chose you because you chose me.”
The words slam into my chest, stealing the air from my lungs.
“And I’ll always choose you.”
I shake my head, tears falling again, but this time for a different reason. “Lucio?—”
He doesn’t let me finish. “I’ll choose you over and over again.” His hands tighten, his voice breaking. “I’ll choose you when you can’t choose yourself. I’ll never stop choosing you.”
I let out a soft, broken sob, pressing my forehead harder against his. Feeling the way he breathes, the way his hands shake just a little against my skin.
I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve him.
But he doesn’t give me a choice. He already chose me.
Lucio’s hands are still on my face, his breath hot, his forehead pressed against mine. His words echo inside me, wrapping around my ribs, sinking deep into my bones.
I’ll choose you when you can’t choose yourself.
I should feel guilty. I should tell him he’s making a mistake.
But when his thumb drags across my lips, when his grip tightens like he’s anchoring himself to me, like I’m the only thing keeping him from unravelling, I don’t say a fucking thing.
I kiss him instead. Hard. Deep. Desperate.
He groans into my mouth, his hands sliding from my face to my waist, gripping me so tight, it’s like he’s afraid I’ll disappear. I climb onto his lap, straddling him in the driver’s seat, the car surrounding us, holding us in. His body is hard and warm beneath me, his muscles tensing as I roll my hips against him.
“You fucking wreck me, Princess,” he growls against my lips, his hands shoving under my shirt and sliding over my bare skin, branding me.
I gasp as he grinds up into me, his cock thick and hard between us, teasing, pressing right where I need him. I tilt my head back as his mouth moves down my throat, nipping, sucking, marking me.
“Lucio—”
He growls, dragging my panties to the side, his fingers sliding through my slick folds.
“So fucking wet for me,” he mutters, his breath ragged, his lips brushing against my jaw as his fingers sink inside me, stretching me, curling just right.
I moan, my hands clutching his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin.
“Look at you,” he breathes, his thumb circling my clit, teasing, wrecking. “Fucking made for me, baby.”
I rock against him, chasing the friction, my body on fire, my mind a mess. “I need?—”
“I know what you need.” He pulls his fingers out, grabs my hips, and sinks me down onto his cock.
I cry out, my head falling forward, my lips parting as he stretches me open, filling me completely.
“Fuck…” Lucio grits his teeth, his hands gripping my hips, holding me still as he throbs inside me. “Look at me.”
I lift my head, my vision hazy, my body already wrecked. His eyes are dark, blown wide, wild.
