Page 29 of Forbidden Obsession

“Pleaaaaase, ah!”

I pulled back and bit her inside thigh. She yelped, and I turned to bite the other. I wanted more of her in my mouth. I wasn’t done eating. But I guess this would have to do.

With the way she moved, shoving her hips away from me while holding onto my face, I assumed she wanted me to move while simultaneously wanting me to stay.

“You can’t have it both ways, goddess.”

A moan slipped from her lips as she pulled me forward. I lifted and drifted, hovering over her heavy lids as she looked up at me.

“Fuck me, Dominic.”

I gritted my teeth. “I have to go.”

“No, you can’t leave me like this.”

“You mean light and airy after a powerful nut?”

She laughed, the melodic sound music to my ears.

“You’re right. This is the best way to be left.”

I smirked, dropped my lips onto her mouth, stole her breath, gave her back her flavor, and then left. And by the time she’d realized I was gone, Penelope was most likely fast asleep.

8

Dominic

Forty minutes.

That’s how long it took me to do what I need to after leaving Penelope’s home.

I stopped at the warehouse where I housed my death gear—chains, saws, hatchets, knives, guns—which I used only as a last resort. Guns could be traced. Not mine, but still, they were risky. I changed clothes, boots, added a ski mask to cover my face and gloves, and grabbed a baseball bat. I checked the monitor I had set up to view Rolando’s mansion.

As expected, he wasn’t there, and the capos that watched his building were huddled together, puffing on cigars.

Those motherfuckers were good for nothing, and that’s how I was able to slip onto the compound unseen, drag Gianni from a shed in the back, and knock him over the head to keep him asleep until we arrived here, at Dameon’s.

Before we entered, I pulled to the side of the road, switched my gear again, dumping what I had on in a black duffle bag in the trunk.

I rolled the window down on the Range Rover as I pulled to the gate. A capo approached. “Need help with something?”

“Someone get this motherfucker out of my trunk.”

I popped the opener and watched them in the rearview pull Gianni out of the trunk.

Back at my side, the capo spoke again. “You need your car detailed?”

“What the fuck do you think?”

He nodded. “When you park, I’ll grabbed the others and take care of it.”

“And don’t touch my luggage.”

“Of course not.”

I glared at him, drove inside, parked, and met Dameon at the side entrance.

Capos walked forward, dragging Gianni but holding him upright. Gianni, slumped over, still slept from my bat’s beating.

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