Page 18 of Sinful Obsession

Without thinking, I lean up and press a soft kiss to his jaw, my lips lingering there for a moment, feeling the warmth of his skin, the steady beat of his pulse beneath my touch. He tenses, hisbreath hitching, but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, he stays still, watching me, waiting for my next move.

“What are you doing to me, Vienna?”

I pull back, meeting his gaze, a faint smile tugging at my lips. “I was about to ask you the same thing. Are you sure you’re not using your powers on me?”

He shakes his head, his eyes dark and intense as they lock onto mine. “No. I’m not. I don’t want to influence you, not like that. Not like the others.”

I hear Asmodeus’s voice in my head, his tone soft, reassuring, as if he’s right here beside me.“It’s alright, love. You can trust him. You are mine but that doesn’t mean I can’t share. Besides, I’ve always been a fan of watching.”

My cheeks heat as I realize he’s probably seen every last moment in my bedroom as I pleasured myself while calling out his name. That’s not what I expected Asmodeus to say. I didn’t expect for him to be okay with this or how fast my heart is opening to four men I just met. However, his approval is all I need. After all, we’ll be destroying the world together. I clear my throat and meet Vito’s eyes with a renewed confidence. “Then kiss me.”

He stares at me for a long moment, his gaze searching, as if he’s trying to see into the depths of my soul, to understand something that even I can’t fully grasp. And then, slowly, he leans down, his hand coming up to cup my face and his lips meet mine in a kiss that’s both gentle and possessive, filled with a dark intensity that leaves me breathless. There’s a tenderness in his touch, a softness that belies Vito’s rough exterior. He kisses me like he’s trying to hold onto something fragile, something precious, and I feel myself melting into him, losing myself in the warmth of his embrace.

The world fades away as it does when I’m with Asmodeus, nothing but just the two of us here in this beautiful moment.

When we finally pull apart, his gaze is softer, the hardness in his expression melting away, replaced by something vulnerable, somethingreal. He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, his fingers lingering against my cheek as he murmurs, “You’re playing a dangerous game, Vienna.”

“So are you,” I reply, my voice barely above a whisper. “But isn’t that what Conquest is all about?”

He chuckles, a dark sound that sends a shiver down my spine, and for a moment, I see a glint of the man he was, the man he could have been, before all of this. And in that moment, I know that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.

“So long as your demon won’t kill me for touching you, I’m all in.”

I grin up at him as I place my hands against his chest. I know I’m playing with fire and for some reason, it just doesn’t phase me the way it should. “It’s a good thing he says he likes to watch.”

13 – Vito

The air in Vienna’s room feels heavier as I stare at the beautiful woman standing before me, taunting me. Ewan mentioned that Vienna is like a drug, something we just can’t get enough of. It’s one reason why I don’t think she’s human because there no reason for the four horsemen to be thrown off by one woman. It doesn’t make any sense.

But Ewan is right. Viennaisa drug, and I’m already addicted.

She’s looking up at me, those big, hopeful brown eyes locking me in place. There’s a softness in her gaze that is rarely directed at me. Most people here are terrified of us, including the orderlies. They steer clear as often as they can. Even the other horsemen, as much as we love each other, there’s no gentle touches between us. Not like this, not the way her hand is currently pressed against my chest, waiting for me to make a move.

My mind screams to step back, but my body—the body that’s always been disciplined, restrained—is drawn forward, pulledinto her orbit. I cup her face, my thumb brushing her cheek as her lips part with the smallest, sweetest gasp. She doesn’t pull away, doesn’t even flinch, and that vulnerability undoes me completely.

“Vienna,” I murmur. “We shouldn’t…”

But she tilts her head, leaning into my touch. “Vito,” she whispers, my name on her lips is my undoing.

I close the distance, kissing her like a man starved. Her lips are soft, warm, and they part for me with an eagerness that steals the breath from my lungs. A sweet sound escapes her, my fingers threading through her hair, angling her closer as I deepen the kiss, tasting her, needing more.

She presses against me, her body melting against my chest, and I lose the battle with myself. I lift her effortlessly and carry her to the bed. I lay her down gently, hovering over her, trying to give her space to stop this, to stop me. But she doesn’t. Her hands slide to my shoulders, tugging me closer, her breath warm against my cheek. “Please,” she whispers, and it’s the sweetest sound I’ve ever heard.

I kiss her again, but it’s different this time—slower, more deliberate. My hands explore the curve of her waist, the dip of her hips, memorizing every inch of her. She trembles beneath me, Vienna so much more responsive than anyone else I’ve touched. It’s intoxicating. Every soft moan, every shiver, draws me deeper into her spell.

I’m careful as I undress her, not wanting to hurt her and wanting to devour her all the same. “I’m not fragile, Vito.” A tendril of uncertainty runs through her expression before it’s replaced with need. I couldn’t imagine the body she was hiding beneath those frumpy scrubs, full curves that fit into the palms of my hands as I slide down to grip her waist.

I see now what Asmodeus sees, the irresistible pull of her light, her purity. She’s not just a human; she’s something more,something rare and precious. And for the first time, I’m terrified—not of her, but of what losing her would mean. It doesn’t matter if it’s been hours since I met her,I’m obsessed.

“Vienna,” I say again, my voice barely more than a rasp. She looks at me, chewing her bottom lip, my chest tightening as that bit of uncertainty runs through her expression again. “Tell me to stop, Vienna. Tell me we shouldn’t be doing this.”

She shakes her head, her fingers brushing along the edge of my jaw. “Don’t stop,” she murmurs.

So I don’t.

I shed my clothes and crawl back onto the bed, situating myself between her thighs before thrusting forward. She wraps her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper inside of her as her pussy strangles my cock. Her fingers dig into my shoulders as I rock against her, waiting for her to beg me to keep going. “Vienna,” I breathe against her lips. “You feel like you were made for me, for us,” I say, quickly correcting myself. She’s more than just mine.

Her moans sound like the very darkness and chaos I enjoy, a melody that speaks to what’s left of my soul. When she finally nods, I pick up a slow, torturous rhythm so that I can worship every inch of her body. She responds so beautifully, a melody of soft moans and whispered words as I fuck her and kiss her, claiming her in a way I haven’t even done with Nevan.

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