Page 81 of Veil of Obsession
“I’ll fucking give you loyalty, baby. I’ll carve your name into my fucking soul.”
I push against his chest, but he doesn’t budge.
“I hate you.” The words spill out, venomous, shaky.
Because I do. I hate him. I hate how he can make me feel like I’m out of control. I hate how he has a hold over me like no one ever has.
Lucio exhales a rough, deranged laugh against my lips. “Oh, yeah?”
His hands slide down my body, his fingers tethering the edge of my shorts.
“Want to test that theory?” he whispers as he traces the skin underneath my shirt.
I try to fight off the way my body reacts to him, but I can’t. He fucking pisses me off, but also turns me on.
“It’s a natural biological response.” I murmur.
Lucio pushes his hand into my shorts, clearly not liking my answer. I gasp, my hand wrapping around his shoulders to stay upright.
“It may be a natural biological response like you said, but you’re fucking soaked,” he growls as he swipes his fingers along my slit in an agonizingly slow manner.
“Lucio—” I try to speak, but he stops me when his fingers press against my swollen clit.
Fuck, this is the hottest thing ever.
“Tell me what you want. Just tell me, and I won’t hesitate.” His voice takes on a pleading edge, as if this is more for his pleasure than my own.
“I want…”
I hesitate, my nails digging into his muscles. I lick my lips, his eyes falling to them.
“I want you,” I finally whisper into the space between us.
And that’s all it takes for Lucio to throw me onto the bed, crawling over me and ripping my shorts off. The air feels cold against my skin, but I forget all about it when he puts his hands on my knees and spreads my legs open, his eyes darkening.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” he whispers, as if he’s afraid I might disappear.
His gaze remains on my face, his hands gliding over my legs before he places them on his shoulders and kisses along my inner leg ’til he reaches where my thigh ends and where my heat begins. His breath is warm against my core, the contrast againstthe cool air making my skin prickle. I shudder as he lingers there, his lips pressing slow, taunting kisses along the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, so close yet so far.
Lucio doesn’t rush. Doesn’t dive in like a desperate man.
No, he takes his time. Savoring. Teasing. Like he’s punishing me for something. Like he wants me to beg. His hands slide up my thighs—firm, possessive, squeezing just enough to leave his mark before his thumbs trace slow, dangerous circles near the edge of my panties.
“You want this?” His voice is rough, thick with need, but there’s a dark glint in his eyes—one that dares me to lie.
I refuse to give him the satisfaction. Instead, I arch slightly, pressing my hips closer, my body answering for me.
His lips twitch. “That’s what I thought.”
With one sharp tug, he rips my panties clean off, the fabric snapping against my skin before he shoves them into my mouth. “We need you to keep quiet now. We don’t want your family disrupting us.”
I let out a shaky breath through my nose, my body tensing, every nerve on fire as he spreads me wider with his hot, hungry gaze fixed on what’s his.
His breath fans over my slick folds, and then…
The first brush of his tongue.
I jerk, a gasp catching in my throat, but his hands are already gripping my thighs, pinning me down, holding me open as he flattens his tongue against me, licking deep, slow, and deliberate. A whimper escapes me, but is muffled by my panties while my fingers tangle in the sheets.
