Page 22 of Forbidden Obsession

“You’re not sure?”

“I was assaulted.”

“What else?”

I swallowed, frustrated that he made me relive what happened when all I wanted to do was get away from it.

“What else, Penelope?”

I released an exasperated breath. “My car was stolen.”

His glare was back, but his voice remained steady.

“Go on.”

“I’m confused. What the hell is going on here? Those men back there didn’t touch the other women unless the women gave them permission,” I mumbled. “Though they looked like prey circling their meals,” I shuddered. “But they were quick to assault me. What the hell was that?”

“Would you rather they assault them, too?”

“No!” He stared at me, and my frustration grew. “Of course not! I just don’t understand why they bullied me?”

“You’re an outsider, Penelope. You should’ve never come here. Those women are protected. The regulars know that. They have no morals or empathy, and if I would not have heard you scream, they would’ve?—”

“Please don’t say it!”

He paused, gritting his teeth again. “You need to hear it.”

My eyes widened. “Why?”

“It’s clear you’ve been sheltered your entire life. This…my life,” he paused, correcting himself, careful about what to share. “You don’t belong here. There is nothing interesting about me.”

“I beg to differ.”

He exhaled harshly. “Got damn it, Penelope.”

Every time my name shot from his mouth, my pussy thumped, and it was then I realized there was a craving buried deep inside me that wanted to come out. I wanted to sit my pussy on that mouth of his—wanted to ride his face in a backward-cowgirl position where he could suck my clit and lick my ass simultaneously.

An unintentional moan slipped from my lips, and the sound shocked me. My nipples hardened, and heat teased my flesh. I bit down on my lip as Dominic squinted at me.

I rushed to speak again. “Furthermore, I’m not this sheltered little princess like you think. Hell, my parents are practically Bonnie and Clyde.”

This seemed to pique his interest as his brows rose, and he cocked his head to the side. “Is that right?”

“Well…they were. But anyway, the point is, I’ve seen things and heard bad things.”

“Bad?”

“Yeah.”

He nodded. “Have you ever experienced any of these bad things, Penelope?”

I crossed my legs and tightened them in an effort to keep my pussy from throbbing.

“No.”

“So technically, it’s like you’ve read a book or watched a television show?”

I frowned and pursed my lips. “Well?—”

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