Page 12 of Forbidden Obsessions

I splay my hands for stability as he pulls my soaked pants down to my ankles. “Tomas,” I protest when I realize he isn’t getting back up. He pries my legs apart, running his fingers up my inner thighs. “I haven’t shaved. I should get a shower,” I argue half-heartedly.

“I don’t care about your leg hair or that you think you need a shower,” he replies firmly before biting my ass cheek.

“I do,” I cry. Tomas begins his assault on my pussy for the second time today. “We taste so good together. See for yourself,” he says before spinning me around to kiss me deeply. I have to say, he isn’t wrong.

Tomas hikes my legs up, filling me to the hilt without warning and thrusting deep. My eyes roll to the back of my head in ecstasy. “You’ve turned into a feral animal.” I grip his shoulders, as solid as the centuries-old boulders in the mountain formations.

“Yes, and I’m turning you into one, too,” he grits out before slumping against me, panting. “I think it’s too late for either of us. I’ve been feral since you walked into that lecture hall last September.” I never thought that this was where we would have ended up.

“Thank God for Mia and her peer pressure. We should toast her at our wedding instead of the other way around.” Tomas lowers his head, but not quick enough to hide his uncharacteristically crimson cheeks.

“Oh, she’d eat that up, for sure.”

“Eat what?” Mia calls from the hallway.

“How the hell did you know we were back?” I stifle a cackle, trying to keep my voice as casual as possible.

“I think the whole state of New Hampshire can hear you. Talk soon,” Lex chimes in.

Tomas thrusts impossibly harder, impossibly deeper. “You are so good at taking my cock, Olivia,” he murmurs into my ear.

“And you’re so good at giving it to me,” I cry through a moan. I ride the tsunami of pleasure, slumping further against Tomas. Three back-to-back orgasms and I am spent.

“Good girl,” he whispers, after coming again. “You’ve earned this,” he says, handing a folded piece of paper. I hastily unfold it as he cleans me up, then steps out of the room.

One room over, your bath awaits.

When you’re ready, come see your fate.

For there, you must try to relax,

or be prepared to face my wrath.

Tomas

PS. Definitely worse than the first.

Eager to get cleaned up, I head into the bathroom. With the gloomy sky and retractable blinds closed, it’s dark and quiet. A bubble bath is already waiting for me. I peel off what’s left of my clothes and sink into the heavenly hot water.

“Bonjour, mademoiselle.” I yelp, startled by Mia and Lex popping up from behind the door. Water splashes over the edge of the tub.

“What the fuck is this?” I ask, trying to slow my pulse.

“I am your esthetician, Mia, and this is my personal assistant, Alexandria. We will take good care of you at Spa DeLuca today,” Mia recites in a pretentious Italian accent.

I snort, making Lex break character. “Babe, wrong language,” I whisper to Mia.

Mia elbows her. “You’re going to get us fired.”

“What’s the matter? Scared of the boss?” I ask with a quipped brow.

“Oui.” Mia nods with furrowed brows. “My boss tells me to give you the works.”

Mia grabs a jar from the counter. “We’re starting with a face mask,” she announces before tenderly applying it to my skin. Lex exits, then returns with a bottle of prosecco.

“I don’t know what Tomas said or did to entice you to come for all this, but thank you,” I sigh earnestly.

Lex waves me off. “We wanted to be here for this.” She stops abruptly, obviously not finishing her thought.

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