Page 133 of King of Obsession

He pulled up in front of the entrance, his weathered face grim as he climbed out of the cab. ‘Morning,Cleo,’ he greeted us, his voice heavy with concern.

‘Hey, Mr Henderson. This is a friend of mine, Alessio,’ she said, introducing me to the silver-haired gentleman.

He nodded absentmindedly, his thoughts elsewhere. ‘You caught the commotion last night?’

I jerked my chin, lips pursing. ‘Hard to miss. What’s the word?’

The old farmer sighed, taking off his hat and running a hand through his thinning hair. ‘It’s bad, real bad. The cops raided the Conti farm and found a goddamn meth lab and enough weed to supply half the state. Franco and his boys managed to slip away, disappearing into the mountains like the slimy bastards they are.’

Cleo’s fingers tightened around mine, her voice tight with worry. ‘They’re still out there? Dio, they might be anywhere.’

Mr. Henderson’s expression darkened. ‘Oh, that’s not the worst of it. Word is, the Caputos are pissed off, seeing as the Conti farm was one of their main sources of raw drugs. The labs got stripped, and the crop of hemp was poisoned in that raid. So if the Caputos decide to go after whoever called the cops on them, it may turn into a bloodbath.’

Cleo glanced at me and found me stoic, calm as fuck. I wasn’t afraid of the local mafia. They were small fry compared to the Calibreses and the Omertà Alliance.

But they didn’t know that, and I suspected they’d soon come sniffing around to initiate their brand of dick-twirling with me.

I squeezed Cleo’s hand, my mind racing. We needed to act fast to shore up our defenses and gather our allies before the Contis and their new friends came knocking. It was going to be a long, bloody fight, but I’d be damned if I let them takewhat was ours.

‘Thanks for the heads up, sir,’ I said, my voice grim. ‘We’ll keep an eye out if they come knocking.’

He assessed me and the gun at my waist, the rifle in Cleo’s grasp, and nodded. ‘Be careful. Call me as soon as trouble shows up, and I’ll do the same if they’re spotted on my farm.’

With a tip of his hat, the gentlemanly farmer climbed back into his truck and drove off.

‘That’s a man with sizable balls,’ I growled in respect.

My woman’s gaze met mine, and she gave me a slight smile.

Her brow arched even higher. ‘I much prefer yours, honey. Much bigger, too.’

I huffed into her mouth as our lips met in a melting kiss.

Dio, I was fucked.

Gone for her.

CLEO

That evening, Alessio found me in the kitchen, putting away the last dried dishes for the day.

I turned and tagged him, leaning against the counter, eyes molten on me.

‘How do you want it? Tongue or cock between your legs?’

Still unused to his filthy tongue yet secretly loving it, I gasped, then laughed, throwing a dish towel at him.

His lips curled at the edges, and then hemoved, prowling toward me.

‘Tits baby, fucking now.’

My man was a dirty talker; despite my blushes, I was here for it.

I reached for the edge of my tee and swept it off my head.

My bra sailed off next, and in seconds, his hot mouth descended over my left nipple.

Suckling, laving, flicking with the rough nob of his tongue.

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