Page 68 of Forbidden Obsession

Seconds ticked by when he lifted the second dome to find a single long-stemmed black rose.

His eyes widened, immediately aware of its symbolism. When he grabbed his throat, I knew it was tightening as the cyanide began to close off his oxygen.

His body jerked, and he flailed, and just as swiftly, Valentina began coughing in response to her lethal bite.

They fell to the ground, gasping, flipping like fishes out of water, while Vito tried to grab the cell phone lying on the night table with all his might. Veins bulged from his face, and he braced himself for what he knew would inevitably come next.

Of all the precautions he’d taken through the years—even going so far as to make his chef taste the food he made for him before he ate it—this night, birthday night, Vito loosened enough to give me an inch, and it was all I needed to take him out of the picture.

The black rose would shake the foundation of the Cappalli familia, and try as he might, Antonio’s fate was sealed.

I kept to my routine: I changed my clothes, stuffed them in a duffle bag, and pushed them into an incinerator to be discarded.

Back at home, I showered, pulled a beer from the fridge, and lit a cigar while I mused over the night’s success. My thoughts, however, were jumbled where I used to be clear-minded. What I wanted was to be under Penelope—inside her, where wild passion and pleasure consumed me, filled me, and shifted me into something whole.

I pulled deeply on my cigar and exhaled through my nose as I mused. Over the last month, I’d been absorbed in Vito Cappalli and Penelope Cattaneo. Navigating the two worlds was like night and day, but what I noticed was being heavily consumed by both gave me balance.

That balance kept my anger grounded instead of on edge like before. Whereas something as simple as watching people going about their everyday happy lives would enrage me, now it didn’t. The stress ball I kept in my pockets had been in my office drawer at the school for weeks, and I’d yet to reach for it to use it.

I was changing. The balance that kept me even had changed me, and I knew that came from my close proximity to Penelope.

She thought we were a match. And I’d come to believe her, but not in the way that she assumed.

Penelope was my anchor, and I’d yet to figure out what it was that I provided her beside this heavily erected cock.

Beep.

I glanced down, removed my second cell phone, and swiped at the notification that opened one of the four mini-cameras I had set up in Penelope’s home. They were motion-sensor activated, giving me a view of her whenever I desired it. I’d set these up the night the thunderstorm kept her shivering underneath the covers until I’d put her to sleep with my tongue.

My dick hardened thinking about it, and I watched her, clad in a thong, sleepwalk to the refrigerator, and return to her bed seconds later.

She plopped across the sheets, falling back into slumber before pulling herself underneath the duvet. I watched her for five minutes, ten, and fifteen, and she lifted her head, reached for her cell phone, and checked to see if she’d received anything from me.

I smirked. I’d yet to give Penelope a number to contact me. She didn’t need it. When she wanted me, I arrived. When I wanted her, I watched until the strain in my dick couldn’t take watching any longer, and I went after her.

Like now.

The door slammed behind me as I left my house in Corniquea Hills and drove across town. When I pulled onto her street, I went around the block three times, sweeping the area before I pulled into her driveway. On the front porch, I removed the spare key she had hidden under a plant and let myself inside.

I’d long since taught myself how to move through a space without sound. I did that now, entered Penelope’s room, removed my boots and jeans, and dropped my shirt to the floor.

At her bedside, I slipped the covers back and wrapped my arms around her, drawing her body close and shifting us underneath the duvet.

Her arms snaked around my neck, and her legs wrapped around my waist.

“I thought you’d never come,” she murmured, half-asleep.

“You should know better than that by now,” I said, moving her panties to the side.

Adjusting my dick, I stuck my cock inside her, and her body arched as a moan dropped from her lips.

Fully awake, Penelope’s eyes opened, and she smiled at me as I sucked in her tongue.

“Mmmmmmmmm.”

Her legs tightened around my waist, and I dipped and ground inside her. She had the wettest pussy I’d ever had. Tight as a motherfucker, and elite on every level. I could fuck her into the next century and never tire of her.

I bit down her chin, sucked her neck, and dropped my mouth to her nipples.

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