Page 69 of Forbidden Obsession

“Ooooh…” her hips bucked, her body stretched, and a quiver swept over her as I churned her tight pussy. “Yesssss, oh, more, more…”

I gave her what she asked for, heavy strokes that elicited purrs and moans that turned into screams of passion.

She drove me crazy in a way that made me sane.

It was something I never saw happening to me. My life had been consumed by this raging fire within me. Inherently, the effect turned me into The Black Rose, and my only mission in life had been that one.

But Penelope reminded me what I’d wanted all along for myself – a life of normalcy, laughter, joy, and passion unadulterated.

“You will do what you’re supposed to do. From here on out, I don’t want to hear you mention doing your own thing. Or becoming some do-gooder. You will stand by my side, learn from me, carry out my demands, and bed the women needed to get next to an enemy if that is what is required of you.”

My father’s words reverberated in my head, clashing with the bliss my mind tried to remind me of. His proclamation came at a time when I fought him on being the heir to his criminal throne—when I stood for myself and was determined to be different than him.

He’d snatched the option from my hands like a wicked thief, tricking me into believing his life was in danger. I killed a man because of it. Still in my teens and shocked to my core, I was horrified.

He laughed at my expression, and mocked my words. The blood was on my hands now. There was no turning back, and that was enough to turn me into The Black Rose.

“You will do what you’re supposed to do.” His words repeated.

I pumped into Penelope, my thrusts more powerful than before. The bed rocked, her moans louder, her fingers tightly digging into my back.

“OH! OH! OH!”

With each pound, she yelped—with each grind, she trembled.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she screamed, and I snarled and emptied come inside her, my body shaking as I howled, ignited like I’d been set on fire.

“Oooooh!” Her chest rose and fell, her gasps heavy as she rushed to catch her breath. “You’re so intense when you fuck!”

Her words were a mix of Italian and French, and the mix made me want to straighten her language and give her tips on how to keep her words steady.

She moaned as I removed myself from her, but I turned Penelope in my arms and curled beside her before she began to shiver.

She was…always cold until she was with me, and she’d shiver uncontrollably anytime we disconnected.

Her body undulated as she pushed her ass against me, snuggled under my chin, and didn’t waste time drifting off to sleep.

19

Dominic

Casinò di Lucas

“Well, my brother finally visits me.”

I waited until the door behind me shut before I addressed my sister, Luna. I swept my eyes around the security room, where she had made her official office.

“You said that as if I’m a long-lost sibling.”

“Might as well be. Where have you been, and more importantly, what have you been doing?”

“I was out of the country for a week and busy cleaning up behind Rolando before that."

She nodded. “And after?”

“Busy.”

“Of course. So, like I said, you might as well be a long-lost sibling.”

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