Page 103 of Tainted Obsession 1
“We’re home,” he announces when the car stops in front of a gorgeous, muted yellow building with white balconies. Luxury shops line the street on the ground floor, but the five stories above are obviously apartments. Pedestrians stroll along the sidewalk, skirting around diners seated at an outdoor café on the corner.
This is my life now, my future. And I’ll share it with him.
It’s so much more beautiful and romantic than the mundane future I imagined back in Albuquerque. That life had been one of duty and desperation to please a man who would never be satisfied with me.
Massimo promises me affection, stability, and the opportunity to explore my art. Already, my fingers itch for the camera he gifted me, eager to capture images of my new home.
He opens the door of the SUV and helps me step out onto the sidewalk. His arm closes around my waist, and he guides me to the intricately carved wooden double doors. He waves a key fob in front of a security pad, and a lock disengages. He enters witha smooth turn of the large brass knob that decorates the door, welcoming me inside with him.
We cross a cavernous foyer to a black cage elevator that looks old enough to give me pause. But despite its aged appearance, the elevator glides upward without rattling, and I breathe a small sigh of relief. His arm firms around me in reassurance, and I rest my head on his shoulder as we ascend.
When we reach the top floor, he unlocks the apartment door, picks me up, and carries me over the threshold. A delighted giggle bursts from my chest as he spins me in a circle, giving me a dizzying first look at the opulent space.
Cream colored walls with intricate crown molding are decorated with abstract paintings in bold, bright pops of color. We’re in a short entrance hall, but he quickly walks deeper into the apartment, eager to show me more.
Sunlight peeks through heavy, rich yellow drapes that cover the enormous windows that line one side of the living room. A glimpse through a doorway on our left shows a hint of a thoroughly modern kitchen, and to my right, I note a large dining room. All of the furniture appears to be a blend of cushy comfort but with antique accents: dark carved wood and cream damask upholstery.
He sets me down on my feet, but he doesn’t break contact, taking my hand in his to lead me toward one of the massive windows.
He pulls the drapes back, revealing a glass door that opens out onto a small balcony with a white-painted wooden rail. Delicate garden furniture crafted in wrought iron provides intimate seating around a small dining table.
My breath catches at the view out to the azure sea. The harbor is dotted with sailboats and a handful of yachts, bright spots of white on the gently rolling waves. The coastline curves, showcasing pastel buildings that trail off into the distance. Milesaway, Mount Vesuvius dominates the skyline, deep blue peaks a few shades darker than the sea at the horizon.
Massimo’s hands bracket my waist from behind, and his lips tease the shell of my ear. “Do you like it?”
I turn to him, my eyes stinging with the depth of my emotion. “It’s perfect. More beautiful than anything I could’ve imagined.”
I look deep into his shining eyes, my words encompassing so much more than the stunning scenery and opulent apartment.
He caresses my cheek. “You deserve so much more.It’s only one bedroom, so we’ll buy somewhere bigger soon. I’ll show you around Naples, and we’ll find the perfect home for us. This should be comfortable enough for now.”
“I love it,” I say with the weight of a promise. “I’m so happy to be here with you, Massimo.”
He crushes his lips to mine and claims me with savagery that borders on desperation. I soften in his arms, welcoming his harsh claim.
He doesn’t break the kiss as he backs me up into the apartment, guiding me into the bedroom.
His hands fist in my cotton dress, tearing at the lightweight material in his frenzy to strip me bare for him. His feverish intensity captures me, too, and I fumble at the buttons on his crisp white shirt. He jerks it off, the last two buttons popping free and pinging across the floor.
I reach for his belt, but he pulls back, kissing his way down my sternum and bare belly. He catches my pink lace panties between his teeth, and the delicate underwear rip. A rush of heat wets my lower lips, my body primed for him.
He licks me with one long swipe of his tongue, ending with a flick over my clit. Stars burst across my vision, and I arch into him with a sharp cry. His fingers sink into my thighs, pinning me exactly where he wants me.
We haven’t been together sexually since I was shot; he’s been careful with me and completely devoted to my recovery.
Now that I’m fully healed, he tosses me onto the bed and begins to feast on my pussy like he’s been starving for me. He relentlessly toys with my clit while he works two thick fingers into my tight channel. Ecstasy crashes through me in a sudden shockwave, and he growls against me as he tastes my orgasm.
I squirm away from the overwhelming sensation on my sensitive bud, but he presses his palm down on my stomach, trapping me. My fingers twine in his dark curls, and I’m not sure if I’m trying to push him away or pull him closer for more erotic torment.
He expertly finds my g-spot and forces another orgasm from me. My legs shake, so I wrap them around his shoulders to steady myself. He anchors me to reality: my rock in the storm of ruthless pleasure.
He withdraws his fingers, tracing the line of my swollen folds before exploring farther back. I jolt when he brushes over my asshole.
“Massimo!” His name is half-protest, half-plea.
Forbidden pleasure shudders through me at the light stimulation. No one has ever touched me like this before. It’s wrong, perverse.
“This tight little hole belongs to me,” he growls, the possessive words vibrating over my pulsing clit. “Your beautiful body is all mine. One day, I’ll fuck your gorgeous ass. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me.”
