Page 81 of Lorcan's Obsession

Lorcan pushed away from me with a grunt and began pacing the living room. His hands were rigid by his side, and his head bent in forward.

“Why would he step back after being in love with you for years? I fucking wouldn’t.” He shook his head with conviction and faced me. “I’d fight for you, Tristen. I am fighting for you. That’s why I left one of the most important meetings of my life to kiss you. So he—and any other man wondering—would know you are mine.”

His statements hit me like a freight train, and in a calmer moment, I would have grilled him for more information. But right now, I still needed to tame the beast. I whispered demurely, “Lorcan, he won’t try again because I told him I really liked you, and I was dating you, and that I planned to keep doing that.”

He froze on the spot. “You said what?”

I bit my lower lip anxiously. “Was…was I wrong to say that?”

Lorcan flew to where I was seated and palmed my face, the silver in his eyes shining with affection. Scooping me up with both hands, he lifted me so I was straddling him.

“Baby, that’s the best news I’ve heard all week.”

“Really?” My cheeks, already flushed with alcohol, turned so pink they hurt.

“Yeah. Although,”—his grip tightened on my ass—“it’s unfair that I had to be the second man to know your feelings about me, and us, instead of the first.”

“You are right. What can I do to make it up to you?”

He hummed in his throat, tightening his fingers in my hair. Without a word, Lorcan tilted back my head and latched his warm mouth on my neck, spreading shivers and goosebumps across my skin like wildfire.

“Tell me you made sure he knows you are my girlfriend.”

His long fingers roamed my back and unzipped my dress, dropping it to my waist. He cupped my tits and pinched my nipples through my sheer bra. My brain spiraled into an endless tunnel of sensations.

“Do we…mmm-ahh. Do we need labels?”

“Absolutely,” he said, darting out his tongue and drawing circles on my areola. “After what I went through today, I want to tattoo ‘Lorcan’s Woman’ on your forehead so some dumbo doesn’t waltz in and try to charm you.”

“I-I don’t want any ink, baby.”

A low growl vibrated in his throat when he pushed my panties to the side. He rested his forehead on my tits, teasing my wet center with his finger.

“Nnmm…tell me what to do, Morgana. Do you want me on my knees begging you to be my girlfriend? Because I’ll bleed on these white tiles until you say yes. Or I could fuck you until you scream yes. Either way, you get to be mine, and the world will know it too.”

The drunk and horny me was ready to sign my life away when he slipped two digits inside me. Lorcan didn’t need to beg. But the vixen in me wouldn’t submit so quickly.

“I’ll scream yes, if you make me.” I challenged him with defiant eyes, even though I knew I wouldn’t last more than two minutes if he wished it.

“I was hoping you’d choose that.”

A confident smile teased his lips as he stood. He walked us toward the floor-to-ceiling windows and I wrapped my legs around him, giggling and seductively tracing his abs. My breath hitched when my back touched the cool surface of the glass.

“You good?”

I could only nod. Waves of possessiveness and obsession vibrated off him. I wouldn't dare ask if the neighbors from the other side could see my ass.

Lorcan stretched out my arms against the glass, like I was being nailed to a cross.

“Don't move those hands an inch from where they are.”

I remained motionless, eliciting an appreciative growl from Lorcan's chest when he saw my obedience. He released his cock from his shorts, angled his hips forward, and ran his hardness along my wet entrance. His voice was ragged when he spoke.

“You want me to make you mine?”

“Yes.”

“You want the world to know and see how I make you mine?”

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