Page 29 of Twisted Obsession

Not wanting to scare her, I swallowed down the feral growl that was building in my throat. In that moment, her mouth opened and in the small fissure she’d created I swept my tongue inside, touching and caressing each sensitive part of the flesh she’d offered me. There, trapped in that wooden box, I taught her how to kiss and be kissed. Until the pupil became the master and she copied my every movement with one of her own. As she nipped and licked at my bottom lip my balls tightened and I felt the sort of ache I hadn’t known since I was an adolescent. With my mouth still consuming hers and bending my knees as much as the space would allow, using both of my hands I ran my fingers from her waist, up and under the top she was wearing. Finally, they encountered the lace of her bra. Using my thumbs, I skimmed over the top of her beaded nipples, until I was drawing circles over the needy buds. The moans she released into my mouth as she began to grind her hips against my painfully hard cock, I willingly committed to memory, before swallowing down the whimpers she released.

My senses were screaming to take her, here and now in the confessional.

Would that hurt him enough?

To know she’d run to me against his wishes. How would he feel when he realised I was the one she wanted to be with? That Dante Giordano was the one she had chosen to hold her and to take her virginity outside of marriage.

It wasn’t anything less than he deserved. But what about her? What about Giovanna?

Why the fuck do you care?

I asked myself the question while still pleasuring her with my mouth and hands. I had no idea why, as I already knew the answer. I cared about her and with most of my blood now residing in my cock, I hadn’t got the brain capacity to work out if I hated him more than I cared about her or vice versa.

She deserved more than that. I needed my head on straight if I was going to fuck with her life and then bail.

The sounds of the old women walking down the aisle brought me to my senses and I dropped my hands, pulled down her top and lifted my mouth from hers.

‘Dante?’ she questioned, as she moved her hands to my chest.

‘Too much, amore mio,’ I whispered, shaking my head at her. I lifted one of her hands from my chest and kissed it, making sure my eyes were in contact with hers.

‘Did I do something wrong?’ she questioned, looking up at me with the bee stung lips we’d created.

‘No, Giovanna.’ I shook my head at her. ‘You did everything well… a little too well.’ I lifted an eyebrow at her, hoping she’d get just what I was alluding to. ‘This isn’t a place we should go any further than a kiss.’ I took in the disappointment on her face. ‘You deserve to be worshipped when you give yourself to a man.’

‘I wanted to give myself…’ I pressed a finger to her lips.

‘A man has only so much restraint, amore mio.’ I closed my eyes and concentrated hard on outside the confessional box. ‘The women have left. We only have a short time before they come looking for you.’

Her face fell. She appeared crestfallen.

‘We can meet again very soon, but for now I want you to leave this space and step into the righthand confessional box. We can carry on talking, but when they come looking for you, they will find you doing nothing wrong.’

A small sob left her, and I pulled her to me quickly to place a chaste kiss against her lips. I knew we were running out of time.

‘Now go.’ I patted her backside with my hand and lifted it up to the door that concealed us.

‘Dante.’

‘Go.’ I smiled at her and stroked a single finger down her jawline, hoping it would give her the comfort she was looking for as I unlocked the door.

She nodded and did as I’d asked without further conversation, and as the door closed behind her, I felt immediately bereft.

Once I could see her kneeling beside me and looking up through the tiny vents, I spoke again.

‘You look even more beautiful today, Giovanna.’

I heard her gasp at my words.

‘Yes, I see her.’ Lorenzo’s voice found us both and instinctively she stiffened, and I pulled my gun from the waistband of my suit trousers.

Watching through the vent holes I looked on as she made a stand of her own and lifted one finger to Lorenzo to get him to leave her alone for another minute.

That’s my girl.She might be innocent and untouched by the life we lead, but I could see she had balls, and I admired her courage.

‘Yes, boss. We will be on our way back in a matter of minutes.’ His shoes made a noise as he turned on his heel to leave her be, and once again we were alone.

‘I’ll contact you later. Be somewhere you can take my call.’

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