Page 61 of Forbidden Obsession

“Yes.”

The full moon was a silvery sphere in the dark night sky, and I imagined if we were werewolves, it would have activated our transformation. We glided down the dark streets in Dominic’s luxury vehicle – passing classical and renaissance buildings that transported the city’s nightlife.

As frigid as it was outside, inside the Lexus, I was sheltered in a calming warmth that blasted from the vents but also emanated from Dominic and me.

Much like when we road his motorcycle back in New York, Dominic didn’t obey the rules of the road, cutting down side streets, blowing past red lights, ditching Italian authorities, and zigzagging around people walking the roads.

I gripped the door handles tight and screamed every time I thought he would run someone or something over while he laughed.

He seemed to get a kick out of scaring the wits out of me. But I was down for the ride.

Why?

While Dominic was a bit unhinged, there were layers that I’d been privy to. I had witnessed, this calm, well-collected side of him that rarely spoke, brooded often, was observant, and only made moves when the move was necessary; calculated, even. Each decision he made had a purpose that only he knew about. I felt drawn to that hidden side of him.

Another layer of him was the devil dressed in Armani. Intensely dark and ominous, so much so that it wouldn’t surprise me if he could kill a man and walk away as if he didn’t just take a life. I shuddered at the thought of that part of him.

While I wasn’t one hundred percent sure he was a killer, the times he’d revealed that part to me always made me run. It was a shift. His demeanor frosted over, and he went cold; that calm side that I’d come to love disappeared like he’d sucked his own soul away and replaced it with something otherworldly.

He didn’t see me for me then. Because he had been replaced by this thing of ominous nature—except that it was also him. The alternate Dominic would arrive and shake my core, then disappear, almost like he’d gotten his point across.

The calm part of him could control it; at least, that was what I thought—or more likely, what I hoped.

We arrived at a medieval Roman-like structure and parked in a garage next to tall columns.

At the elevator, we rode silently to the fifteenth floor, and he entered a code on the keypad for the doors to open.

Alternative music blasted as we stepped off and walked into the throngs of people dancing. It seemed as if we exited in the middle of the dance floor with people shaking their hips, multicolored lights hovering over us, and aerial dancers swinging from the ceiling.

Dominic grabbed my hand and twirled me right into his embrace. My hands landed on his chest, and a smile curved my lips.

Our hips moved in sync, rotated to the beat of the music. His hands carried over my waist, gripped me there, and held me full against the bulge in his pants.

Aroused instantly, I pushed back into his pelvis, feeling his firm heat against my stomach, and suddenly wished I could suck him off right then and there.

His steps matched mine, completely in sync with each other, no missteps between us. I was surprised by his smooth moves, heightened by his skill, and stimulated by his touch.

A caress on my elbows, a grip on my hips, feather kisses on my face, and neck, grips on my ass. I moaned and squirmed, lost in erotic sensation, my body completely aware and showered with heat by the second.

“Oooh, I could stay here with you forever.”

“Why would you want to do that?” his deep voice purred.

“Because you’re my equal.”

That dangerously dark guffaw spilled from his mouth. “Penelope, Penelope…” he drawled.

“You act like I’m wrong, but look how well we match.”

He held me tight, licked his lips, and grinned. “We don’t match, we get along.”

“I think you’re wrong.”

“You’ve been quite insistent on this.”

“That’s because if we were not, I would’ve been repulsed by you from the moment you choked me out in your office.”

More dark laughter fell from him. “I remember you running away. What do you remember?”

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