Page 19 of Untamed Obsession

I bit my lip so hard it could have bled. It was all I could do from reaching out and smacking him across the face. Butdamn it; I had never seen a more handsome devil. The way his eyes flickered between my face and my body, I could feel something in my belly flicker, too. My breath became heavier, seizing and returning to me in quick gasps. How could I feel so much anger and attraction for the same man? He was so rich and powerful he could have any woman in the world. Why me? Well, that was assuming he wanted me. Why else would he tease me and push me, and ask me to come to his home? I wish I didn’t. I wish there was some other alternative for me. But there wasn’t, and he knew it. He knew that I needed his money.

With another deep breath, I yanked my arm free from his hold. We were so close that I could smell the dark exoticness of his perfume. Dark, of course. The signature scent of wealthy folks: darkness. Even though I fancied what it might be like to live a life as nice as his, I could never imagine it. I was a respectable nurse, and he was a mafia lord. We existed in very different worlds, and I could not be drawn into his. His would betoodark, even for the darkest of souls. But a small part of me still wondered if I was judging him before getting a chance to know him. No. IknewI was, and I felt no guilt for it.

“Is this how you are with all your women?” I said and brushed myself off.

“It would flatter you to know that I have no women in my life. A man like me has no time for such frivolities.”

“First off, that’s what they all say. Secondly, you don’t flatter me.”

“First off, I have no reason to lie to you, Maria. And secondly, cut me some slack. It’s not every day I try to woo a woman. I usually just wave a few bucks in their face or threaten to cut off three fingers.”

“What…” I began, my eyes going wide in shock.

“Relax. I’m just playing with you. Where’s your sense of humor?” Angelo replied with mocking laughter. “Well, it only happened that one time.”

Angelo took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a long drag. By the looks of it, it seemed like I might have to take a few puffs myself. I was in the presence of a madman, after all.

One of his guards, who looked familiar to me, walked over and whispered something in his ear. He glared at me as Angelo dismissively waved him away. Angelo’s expression changed, which suggested that whatever the man whispered to him was important. Important enough, I was hoping, that he would let me go and attend to them. But the look of worry on his face soon cleared away, and the devilish twinkle was back in his eyes.

“Do you have a business to attend to?”

“Right now, the only business I have is here with you, in this room. Everything else can wait.”

I couldn’t deny the fact that his comment had me a little flattered, but only a little.

“I should take you on a tour around my home. It’s not much, but it’s an interesting place.”

It’s not much?I had never been in a house as large or grand as this in my entire life, andit wasn’t much?He was trying to sound modest, but from what I’d seen of him, Angelo was anything but subtle.

I agreed to his tour and turned to go into his apartment, but he grabbed me by the arm and pushed me towards the door instead, as if he were worried I would make a run for it. I felt the force in his movements, so quick and dominating. He wanted me to feel powerless when around him. The air around him felt so hot, so wicked. And when he pushed himself against me, I could tell that this was not a man I should test one more time. His grey eyes sparkled with rage, turning a darker shade. He seemed consumed by me. Finally, his eyes rested on the little swan necklace below my neckline, visible with my low-cut dress. They were the eyes of a man burning with desire. His breath rested on my shoulders; his other hand gripped my waist in a less than innocent manner.

“That’s a pretty necklace. Let me see it closer.”

“No, that’s not for you. It belonged to my mother.”

But before I could finish my train of thought, his hands were behind my neck, fumbling to undo the hook. Either he was really inexperienced with jewelry, or he was deliberately taking his time with it. It felt intentional; his face was nearing mine as he inched closer to me. His hands touching my neck brought feelings that I could hardly explain.

“This was such a huge mistake,” I murmured, and dropped my gaze, worried for my necklace. “I shouldn’t have come here.”

He finally succeeded in taking off the necklace. He closely observed it, as though he was a jeweler and planned on remaking it.

“My mother used to have something like this too.”

It’s strange how I imagined him as one of those people that seemed to have just dropped from the sky. What was his mother like? What was hischildhoodlike?

“I need to go.Please.”

At the mention of this, he let go of the necklace, and his hands resumed their grip on me like handcuffs. “For the last time, Maria. You will do as I say, and we will have it no other way. Because in the end, I always get want I want. You don’t want to know who I am or what I’m capable of. Especially when I don’t get what I want.”

It was most certainly a threat, but why did it sound so charming the way he said it?

I started searching desperately for air as Angelo’s hand crept beneath my dress, under the band of my underwear and found its way between my legs. What the fuck was happening, and most importantly, why was I not stopping him?

I looked across and found that the men standing guard had vanished completely, feigning unawareness. I was red hot with embarrassment and convinced that I was flushed more than ever. His fingers moved with expertise, playing along the lips of my pussy, slowly teasing me.

My mouth hung open, and his was frozen in a smile. He watched me, pleased with the fleeting expressions on my face, proud of himself for what he was doing to me. I gripped his shoulders as his fingers took their first dive into my wetness. Even though I came here to get answers, that need faded away as my desire for Angelo silenced everything else. I closed my eyes, and the world around me faded into oblivion. There was just him and I, and his fingers expertly making their magic. I wrapped my left leg around him, paving the way for him to go deeper into me.

The last time anyone had ever done this to me was in high school. I’ve never had sex, but it didn’t mean I haven’t tried other forms of pleasure. My last boyfriend, Wayne, was the last man that ever touched me. He was always in a hurry to have sex, to go inside of me. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this yet, so I never let things move further. But he never made me feel that way. He never made me want more.

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