Page 8 of Forbidden Obsessions

“Why?” I can’t think of one single positive thing to come from this.

“I was jealous,” she admits, with a death-grip on the counter behind her. I believe her, but it was an unwise choice. I’m sure watching that video didn’t do anything to ease her mind.

“Did that cure it?” I ask, biting back my judgment.

“No,” she says quietly. There’s a sparkle in her eyes, though. She’s hiding something else from me.

“What else, Olivia?” I cross my arms, leaning against the kitchen door frame. My eyes dip to the thin, white cotton t-shirt and her rosy, hardening nipples tempting me beneath it.

“What makes you so sure there’s a but, DeLuca?” She challenges me through a glare. I prowl to her as she presses herself further against the sink.

“I know my girl. I can see it in your eyes. There’s more,” I tell her, watching the blush creep across her cheeks.

She groans. “Please don’t make me say it, Tomas.” She bites her lip as my intrigue grows by the second. I furrow my brows, giving her a stern look.

We battle in a silent stare down, willing the other to break first.

“Fine,” she sighs, but she still doesn’t tell me.

“Olivia, nothing you say can scare me away. I’m so in love with you that I ache. Just tell me,” I say gently, caging her in.

She takes a deep breath and eyes me warily. “Yes, I was jealous and insecure. I still am. Something unexpected happened, though.”

“What’s that, apple?” My heart beats erratically in my chest, a mix of nerves and excitement churning within my stomach.

“I came,” she says with a wry smile. Of all the things I expected her to say, this wasn’t one of them.

“You came,” I repeat slowly, making sure I heard her correctly.

“Pretty fucked up, no?” the shame from earlier written on her face. I pull her flush against me, trying to buy myself time before I have to answer her.

“Watching people fuck isn’t inherently fucked up, Olivia. Tell me what you liked about it.” Goosebumps form on her arms. I’m not sure if it’s from my request or the warmth of my breath against her skin.

“I liked watching you thrust into her throat,” she says, toying with her lip. My cock twitches at her lustful admission.

“Did you wish I was fucking yours raw, Miss Hamilton?” I ask, seizing her hands in mine.

“Yes,” she says in a breathy rasp. Olivia gives me a devious smile, wriggling out of my grasp. She kneels before me, giving me a taunting view of her curvy thighs and breasts.

“It seems as though you want something from me.” I run my fingers through her sleek black hair, tugging lightly on the ends. She nods vigorously. Olivia gives a small gasp, and goddamn, do I want to stick my dick in between those pouty lips right now.

“Use your words, Miss Hamilton,” I chide with a smirk. She shifts on her heels, scowling at me with equal parts annoyance and heat.

“Use my mouth, Professor DeLuca.” My cock strains against my jeans like a caged beast. Like a brazen little whore, she lowers my zipper with her teeth.

“Christ, Olivia. You’re going to be my undoing right here.” The words die on my tongue as Olivia takes me to the back of her throat. I fist her hair, marveling at how sexy she looks and how complete she makes me feel.

Much like the escapade on my desk the week before, she takes the lead, and I let her. There’s nothing sexier than watching her come into her power. Olivia’s going to realize that Vanessa giving me head once before might be unwillingly memorialized in that video, but there’s nothing warm in it—not even Vanessa’s mouth.

“What a perfect little whore you are, Olivia. You take every inch of me like such a good girl.” Her hand dips into her shorts, teasing her clit.

“Pull them to the side, Olivia. Let me see you play with that pretty pussy of yours. Show me how you made yourself come earlier,” I coach.

Watching Olivia’s hips thrust to meet her hand drives me closer to the edge that she’s dancing on herself. She moans around my cock.

“So fucking pretty, Olivia.” Her breaths turn ragged underneath her touch. My restraint fails. I grip the back of Olivia’s hair, pleasure wracking every nerve-ending in my body as I groan Olivia’s name in ecstasy.

I sink against the kitchen cabinets, parking myself next to Olivia, who’s still rubbing her clit. “That’s it, Olivia. Come for me.”

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