Page 87 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

“Please talk to me. Is there something I can do?” I plead with him, meeting his shuttered yellow eyes.

Tilting his head, he studies me. “You want to do something?”

My knees go weak, I’m not proud of the way I feel the need to lean against the door. “Yes, anything.”

An exhale of sound that might be laughter but isn’t. Rounding the desk, he stalks me until he’s only inches away, looming over me. “Anything?”

The smoky tint of his voice slides down my tummy to the apex of my thighs. “We can’t. Your family is outside…they might hear.”

One eyebrow lifts as he presses against me, “You will have to be very quiet. No one gets to hear your whimpers and moans but me.”

Large hands go under my ass and lift me up. My body betrays me, wrapping my legs around his hips, back arching to get closer to him. “Milos,” I whisper.

He covers my mouth with his hand, I want to struggle against it. “What did I say?” It’s wrong to be so turned on by the way his hand isn’t letting anything out of my mouth—even air. “Be a good girl for me,kotyonok. Not a sound.”

I give in, locking my arms around his neck and holding on tight. His thrust inside me is like the one in the closet, hard, fast and it stings. It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had him inside me; those first few thrusts are always painful. Usually it’s a good pain, a sting that centers me to only the feel of him inside me—forgetting fears and everything but him. This time the pain is punishing in a dirty way that feels wrong. None of that matters to my body, though. It only wants Milos.

My head goes back against the door. Fighting to breathe through my nose, his large hand covering my hand doesn’t allow for even a fraction of air in or out of my mouth. Milos fucks me like a man possessed. I’m grateful the door doesn’t move from his pounding into my body.

“What a perfect slut you are. Anytime I want to fuck you, your cunt is wet and open for me. If I were to tell you to bend over the table in front of them you would do it, wouldn’t you? Yes, I could. Your cunt loves that idea, it’s squeezing my cock so fucking tight. You want me to do that? Bend you over in public and let men watch me fuck you.” He growls low in his throat.

I’m trying to shake my head, making myself a liar. Because he’s right, the thought of it is so wrong, and maybe that’s why it’s so fucking hot.

“It will never happen. I’ll never allow anyone hear your moans of pleasure. No one gets to see your body butme.Allof you belongs to me. Those whimpers are mine. This cunt is mine.”

I nod as much as I can.

“Goodgirl,” he hisses low as he buries his face in the crook of my neck. More, oh god, more I want to plead, but I can barely breathe as his huge body is plastered against me, fucking me into the door. Harder, harder.

“No crying out when you come,” he whispers into my ear. “I can feel your cunt is close to coming. Not a sound. Or they’ll get to hear me spank your ass red.”

No sound, no sound,I tell myself, but I have no idea if I manage to stay quiet as my orgasm slams into me, shattering all my control.

Teeth graze my neck then bite down. The pain goes straight to my core, adding to the tight clenching around him as I ride out the waves of my orgasm.

We’re both fighting for air, he removes his hand from over my mouth. “That’s my good girl. I’m so proud of my baby girl for not making a sound.”

His praise adds to the glow of this moment. I tighten my arms around his neck and reach up to kiss him. It’s a slap when he pulls away.

“We need to get back. I’m sure they are missing us.” He’s cold as he grasps my hips and leaves my body. The loss of him inside me twists my chest into knots.

When we leave his office, it’s clear everyone knows what happened. His uncle and cousins grin maliciously. His brothers keep their eyes down and away. As my ass meets the chair, those bites sting. I hate the way Milos was right. I’m not able to take my mind off those bites and Milos giving them to me.

Shame burns through me at the way he’s treating me as if I’m an annoyance, a few times talking over me. Once telling me there’s no need to give my opinion as it didn’t matter.

By the time the evening is ending, I’m miserable, blinking back tears. I don’t understand anything.

Mother leaves first, yawning several times. Finally his uncle and cousins give false smiles as they leave. Telling me they can’t wait to see me again tomorrow. I fake a smile as I parrot it back to them.

The moment they clear the building, tension reappears in Milos and his brothers.

I wipe my face with my hand, then realize it’s missing. “Where did my wedding band go?” The words fly out of my mouth.

Milos frowns. “You had it when we came in. Go check my office.”

Nodding, I nearly run back to his office. I open the office door and scream at the sight of a man in all black with his face covered in black face paint.

A hand goes into my hair, yanking me further inside and slamming the door closed behind me. He sends the deadbolt home.

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