Page 56 of Obsession

Rank and respect had become part of his life when he’d served, and while he begrudged some of the losers who’d managed to slide their way up the greasy pole ahead of him and become his commanding officers, he still saw the point of hierarchy. It brought order and guaranteed people accepted commands when they came their way.

That was all he required from Ella—submission and respect—but her recent behavior suggested little of either.

Gazing down at her now, he realized he had little to complain about. He was about to drive his cock into the warm and wet folds of just about the most beautiful woman he’d ever set eyes on. There was no question about it, Ella was sublime, but he’d have been happier if she’d just learned to surrender.

That’s why he’d insisted she beg. His cock pulsed as he imagined how her scorching plea would sound. He was going to fuck her anyway, but he longed to see the fresh blush he suspected would light her face as she squirmed at the instruction. Hovering his cock at the entrance of her pussy, he was pleased to see his wildcat didn’t let him down. Her cheeks were burning crimson.

“Sir.” Her breaths came faster as she brushed her needy clit against his groin. “Are you really going to make me do this?”

Fuck, was she intentionally trying to make him lose his mind with her plaintive tone and hot, breathy voice? The timbre was everything he’d longed to hear.

“I really am, little girl.” His shaft was rock hard as he deliberately withheld the thing she wanted most. The thing they both wanted.

Denying her pleasure seemed to be the most scintillating power of all. It didn’t matter that in another incarnation, he’d literally held the power of life and death in his hands, that he’d been ordered to kill, and he’d done so with efficiency. Nothing compared to the rush of this.

“Give me what I want.” He lowered his cock just enough to skim over her hot skin, and she moaned. “Then you get what you want.”

Her gaze narrowed, and in her wonderful eyes, he saw the host of insults she was thinking but was intelligent enough not to articulate.

“Okay, sir.” Throwing her head back as best she could under his weight, she let out a frustrated groan. “You win.” Her face flushed as her focus flew back to him. “Please.” Her brow crumpled as she pleaded. “Please, may I have your cock, sir?”

His balls constricted at the desperation in her voice. Nothing had ever sounded better.

“Yes, little girl.” Filling her with one hard thrust, he finally relented, knowing the wait had been well worth the effort. Watching her cede was one of the most wonderful sights he’d ever witnessed.

She moaned at his intrusion, her mouth parting into a silent ‘O’ as she accepted his full length.

“Fuck.” Protracting the syllable, her body seemed to come alive as he withdrew, her throaty gasps filling the air as her eyes fell closed.

He slammed back into her, already knowing this wasn’t going to be his usual fast and frenzied fuck. This was different. Ella was different.

She’s changed me.

His brow furrowed at the disconcerting thought. Had she altered him in some fundamental way? Had the beautiful blonde snuck in and shifted the way he saw life?

His breath caught as he mused on the urgent questions. Tucker had already decided to give her precisely what his senses also longed for—the type of slow and intense sex he rarely ever indulged in, the sort that spoke of feelings and sentiment, as well as carnality.

Feelings?

The new query bounced in his head as her body sheathed him.

“Is that good, little girl?”

There was really no need to ask her. Ella’s ecstatic expression conveyed everything he needed to know, and if there had been any doubt about her passion, her fingers entwined with his confirmed she was more than on board with his plan. But somehow, he needed to speak, to dismiss the lingering concerns from his head.

The torrent of emotions and unspoken questions could plague him later. This moment was all about his and Ella’s union, about the dark fantasy world they’d carved out of Bennett’s debt, and about satisfying the incessant instinctual chemistry that danced uncontrollably between their bodies.

“So good.” Devils danced in her green eyes as her gaze met his. “Don’t stop, sir.” Her hips pressed forward, refusing to let his cock slip away. “Don’t fucking, stop.”

There she was again, clawing back control. Gripping her hands tighter, he steadied himself inside her.

“I’ll stop if I fucking want to, little girl.” He glowered down at her. “You don’t get to top me from the bottom.”

“Is that what I’m doing?” She giggled like a schoolgirl, her gaze searching his face as her intimate muscles clenched around his dick. “I’m sorry, sir.”

Fuck.

His jaw tightened as the looming pressure of his orgasm neared. He wanted to hold back, to make it last for them both but everything she did seemed to lure him closer to the precipice. How was she managing to mesmerize him even when he was the one exerting physical control? It was as if the woman had bewitched him.

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