Page 96 of Beautiful Broken Obsession

Crying in frustration, I don’t know what to say.

She startles. “Shit, Mommy is knocking, I have to go.”

When she hangs I’m so frustrated I throw my phone across the room. Poor Carina. Why can’t I do something?

I curl into the couch crying. Her words wash over me. I got a husband who loved me and would do anything for me. Instinctively I shake my head, only to stop.

Hadn’t I killed a man the other day because I knew he would give up his life for mine? I close my eyes against the memory of that night, instead running through what he had done and why. He knew I wasn’t ready for marriage. The dream I had of being a veterinarian would never have come true as the wife of apakhan. He’d done what he could to give me what I wanted and needed. For more than four years Milos waited until I was ready. The only problem was I don’t think I would be completely ready for Milos. Not even at thirty-three, never mind twenty-three.

If Milos saw me as a possession, he could have taken me like one. One word from Milos and Carlo would have handed me over without hesitation. Carlo didn’t care about what I wanted or needed. Milos did.

Tears fall at how unfair it is. All that and he still doesn’t love me? There’s no way a man who loved someone could do what he did, used me and punished me for…god, I don’t even know what it was the last time. Maybe he just can’t. The same way some people don’t have the inner voice they argue with. Milos just isn’t capable of love.

Wiping my tears, an odd peace comes over me. That I can handle. Miloswantedme. The warning he gave me the day he slipped the ring on my finger still applies—give him what he needed, and he wouldn’t seek another woman out. I close my eyes as I remember how he told me later he would never be with another woman. Had he lied? Another manipulation tactic?

I’m so fucking confused. Why can’t we go back to the time after we first made love? Exhaling slowly, I realize we can—if I quit fighting him. Be the good girl he wants and he’ll give me what I want. Closing my eyes, I inhale deep. It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t love me. I love Milos, I always have and I always will. The rest has to take care of itself.

Chapter31

Celia

The text comesthrough from Milos a little after five across my cracked screen. He’ll be home at six thirty to pick me up. We’ll have an early dinner then go to the symphony at eight for our first date. He wants to see me in something blue or gray.

I push up from the couch I was lying on. A date? Milos was taking me out on a date?

I’m waiting, pacing the length of the wall that is a window when Milos comes home. I run my hand through my hair. “Am I okay?”

Yellow glows hot. He shakes his head. “Come here.”

A pang of unease hits me. He doesn’t like the dress?

His hands go down to my hips, bringing me up against his hard body and throbbing cock. “Okayis never a word I will use for you. Beautiful, stunning, gorgeous, some days pretty fits, but not really when it’s an adjective used to describe you.” A hand cups my chin, swiping his thumb over my parted lips and sending shivers through me. “Every time I see you, my cock aches to be inside you.”

“Milos.” It slides out of me in a moan.

He shakes his head and lets me go. “No, I made a plan. If I don’t stick to it we’ll spend all night in bed.”

“Is that a bad thing?” I ask as I run my hand over his chest.

Grabbing my wrist, he nods. “Yes. I’m taking my wife out on a date. Our first.”

My chest tightens at his words. “Even if your wife wants nothing more than for you to fuck her?”

His exhalation of air is harsh as he tightens his grip on my wrists. “Christ, I can smell you. You’re dripping wet for me, aren’t you,kotyonok?”

Unashamed of my need, I nod as I press against him. “I’m so empty without you.”

I’m backed up until I reach the sofa, then pressed down. Milos goes down on his knees. A large hand catches my chin bringing my eyes to his. “I’m sorry about what happened before I left. It shouldn’t have been like that for you. You wanted me to lose control—I did. And that’s exactly why. I never want to hurt you or give you cause to fear me and when I touch you.”

Fighting, the blush I feel coming over me I run my hand over his cheek. “I never fear you. Even when I probably should have. I don’t hate you. I was just so frustrated. Can we forget what happened?”

“We can. After I give you the orgasm I denied you earlier.” I shiver as his hands run up my silk stocking-covered legs, pushing up the sapphire blue, ankle-length silk dress until it’s over my knees. Then he slides his hands under my knees, tugging me to the edge of the sofa as he parts my legs wide for him.

He smiles wickedly. “No panties? Any other time and I’d spank your ass for being naughty. This time I’ll let it go.”

I blush like an idiot. It was supposed to be a surprise for him to find in the back of the car on the way home.

His velvet tongue swipes over my slit again and again before finally large fingers part me. Deep, so deep he thrusts his tongue inside me, fast, then slow, then leisurely as if he has all night to drive me insane. I can’t breathe when he teases my clit before sucking deep on my inner lips. He hums with pleasure, the vibration chasing up my spine.

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