Page 82 of Assassin's Obsession

I don't know what that keening sound is that comes out of my throat, but it's a new one for me.

"Fuck, yes,amate. Tell me about your pleasure." Angelo abandons the towel he's using to dry me, letting it fall to the floor in a crumpled pile as he slides his other thumb right over my clitoris.

A thousand needles of prickling pleasure radiate out from the nerve-rich nub. My whimper might embarrass me if I wasn't so turned on.

"Feels so good," I moan.

His thumb swirls around my engorged clitoris and I shudder with ecstasy.

"Fuck," he breathes out.

"That's the idea," I try to joke, but my voice breaks onideaas he shifts his hand.

Suddenly, two fingers are inside me and both his thumbs rub up and down on either side of my pleasure nub. "You're going to come for me again."

The bliss arcing along my nerve endings says he's right. Past experience says it's unlikely.

No matter how turned on I am by thoughts of this man – and he's the only one to inspire sexual desireafterI come – I can never bring myself to a second climax. I've given up in cranky frustration more than a few times since my inner sex goddess started fixating on Angelo.

"I've watched you try to come again and give up," he says, his lips against my neck.

That should freak me out, not turn me on more. "Stalker."

"Your stalker."

"Yeah, if you start stalking someone else, I'll take one of your knives and cut off your dick," I promise him. "I might have to drug you first, but I'll do it."

Rational? No.

True? Yes.

He growls and grabs the base of his erection. "Fuck, you're going to make me come."

"We're both messed up." But I can't work up any more self-disgust than I can abhorrence of him.

"We are what we are." He kisses me under my ear, sending a shiver through me. "And what we are is perfect for each other."

"I'm not a sociopath." Life might have twisted my outlook a little, but I definitely have a conscience.

I feel guilty every time mom goes to bed in pain from working too long on her computer so that I can work four nights a week and still take classes at the community college.

I worry about the other dancers who take clients into the backrooms because I don't trust men and I care about my friends.

But none of that makes my threat any less true.

"You're possessive." He gently bites my earlobe. "I like it."

Shivering from the feel of his teeth on my ear, I sway forward. Angelo shifts one arm around me, holding me against him as his fingers continue to send shards of bliss through my ladybits.

I wait with my anticipation in overdrive to see what comes next. I'm sure I should be doing something. Anything, but my limbs feel separated from my body as Angelo pushes pleasure into me with knowing fingers.

All I can do is watch andfeelas his head moves down my chest. I expect him to take one of my nipples into his mouth. I've watched porn. That's the next step, right?

Only it's not.

When his mouth connects to my skin next, it's right between my breasts. His kiss, soft and reverent, sends butterfly wings fluttering inside my tummy. More friends come to join the first wave when he presses his lips against the top slope of each of my boobs, kissing them.

He does it over and over, open mouthed, the tip of his tongue flicking out to lick me until every inch of the girls are covered in his DNA.

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