Page 46 of Twisted Truths

“Obsidian…”

The word isn’t a command, but the desperation in my voice is clear because he shifts to wrap one hand around my back while he slides his other hand between us, moving my swimsuit aside. Then he’s pushing into me with one rough shove, filling me completely.

“I can’t be gentle. I need you too much,” he murmurs against the crook of my neck.

“I don’t want you to be.” I want everything this man has to offer. I want to bear witness to how wild I make him. He doesn’t have to restrain himself with me.

With my reassurance, he pumps into me hard and fast. My arms wrap around him, sliding up under his shirt to feel the skin of his back. I slide them up and notice that the skin isn’t smooth as it should be.

The thought flickers to darkness when Obsidian changes the angle of his hips, and we both cry out at the intensity of his thrusts. He stretches his neck and angles his face toward the sky, groaning. When the tattoo on his neck is stretched out, I realize it looks like a wolf howling at the moon.

He drops his head back down to look at me as he continues to piston inside me. “So good, Ariana. This. Is. So. Fucking. Good.” He punctuates each word by slamming back inside me.

My orgasm builds until I’m frantic and desperate. My nails dig into the skin on his back as my orgasm bolts like an asteroid through the sky, red hot and unstoppable.

“Fuck yes, Ariana. Give it to me. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”

He bites down where my neck meets my shoulder, and my climax hits me. I come harder than I ever have in my life. I cry out his name as my body splinters apart in ecstasy. The orgasm rolls through me again and again like waves crashing against the shore.

“That’s it.” There’s pride in his tone.

His hands grip me tighter, his fingertips pressing into my skin hard enough to leave bruises. With a feral sound, he holds himself still and spills inside me. Every jerk of his cock is a victory as he continues until he’s emptied himself.

We remain in that position, catching our breath, wrapped up in each other’s arms for some time, the reality of what just happened settling in. I don’t regret it, even if I have to push to the back of my mind the part of me that wants more than just this. It’s not possible.

Once I’ve gained my bearings, I pull back. His wolf tattoo comes into view. I lean in once again and run my tongue over it. He hums in approval.

“Why did you decide to get the tattoo on your neck of all places? You’re always so put together and charming in front of other people. This feels like it would give the opposite impression.”

He pulls back enough to look in my eyes. “It’s a reminder.”

My head tilts. “Of what?”

“Of who I really am. Of what lurks under the surface.”

My shoulders sink. I hate how he sees himself.

Before I can tell him, he pulls his softening cock from my body. The mixture of both our pleasure spills down the insides of my thighs.

Obsidian groans and pushes his hand through his hair, transfixed on the sight before he tucks himself into his pants. I hop off the ledge and right my bikini, though it doesn’t do much in the way of making me presentable with his release running down my legs. I decide to do up the buttons on my cover-up.

“We didn’t use protection.”

My head snaps up from where I’m looking at my shirt. I’m on the pill, but still, what was I thinking? What was he thinking? He’s a billionaire, and I can’t think that women haven’t tried to trap him into an unwanted pregnancy before.

“I’m on the pill,” I say quickly in case he thinks that’s what this was about. “And I haven’t been with anyone since my last STI test.”

He nods. “I’m in the clear for STIs, too.”

“Okay, good.” I give him a reassuring smile. “Probably something we should have discussed before we did that.”

He draws me into his chest. “You’re just too hard to resist. Especially in this bikini.” He growls and nuzzles his face into my neck.

Today has been revealing in more ways than one. First, Obsidian showed me his treasure trove. Second, I now know what it’s like to sleep with this man—life-changing. And there’s one more thing I’ve figured out about him.

Obsidian Voss likes danger. He’s an adrenaline junkie, at least when it comes to sex. He likes it to be dangerous. He wants to put him and his partner in positions that risk their lives and see how it turns out. The question is—why?

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