Page 135 of King of Obsession

‘Cleo, you’re not fuckin’ in charge. Stop it, or you’ll make me blow too soon,’ he warned, eyes narrowed in warning.

I did it again, a cheeky smirk on my face.

‘You’ll pay for that,’ he growled.

With a hiss, he pulled out of me.

I was still protesting as he flipped me to my tummy, captured my hands in his, and lowered them to the counter, caging me in.

His thick thigh pushed between my sopping ones, and I gave a half scream as he surged back into me.

This time, there were no slow, sweet, melting thrusts.

He pistoned, hard, fast, wild, into me as I gasped, over and over until, with a roar he muffled into my nape, I felt him cum.

Hot, scorching jets of his ecstasy pulsated into me, even as I convulsed, my entire pelvis in heated release.

Every nerve end flamed as I quaked through one of the best orgasms I’d ever experienced.

Chapter 28

FRANCO

My breath came in ragged gasps, each step a struggle.

Still, I made my way toward the towering iron gate of the grand estate in the hills above Goulburn.

Even from a distance, its grandeur was imposing—a contrast to the ruin my own life had become. A stark reminder of the heights I’d climbed, now lost to me.

My hands trembled as I reached for the intercom, pressing the button with an urgency born of desperation.

A voice crackled through, cold and impersonal. ‘State your business.’

‘It’s Franco Conti,’ I gasped, wiping the sweat from my brow. ‘I’m here to see the boss. It’s urgent.’

I got a pause, a moment thick with tension, sensing the scrutiny on the other sideof the camera.

With an initial groan, the gates creaked open.

The gravel crunched beneath my worn shoes as I walked up the path, my shoulders hunched under the weight of my troubles.

Two menacing bodyguards waited at the entrance, their eyes hard and unyielding. One stepped forward, his hands rough as he frisked me with clinical efficiency.

Finding nothing, he nodded and let me pass.

Inside, the luxury of the Caputo estate - from gilded statues to dripping crystal chandeliers - struck me. This world was far removed from the grime and decay of the jail I’d just been released from.

I was ushered into a den, an elegant study filled with dark wood and the faint scent of expensive cigars.

A slick, ebony-haired, leathery-faced man sat behind a massive desk, his eyes glinting with the power that needed no introduction.

‘Franco,’ he greeted me, his voice as smooth as the silk tie at his throat. ‘I hear you’d some excitement your way last night.’

I swallowed hard, stepping into the room with the nervousness of a man about to face a firing squad. For Leo Caputo was many walking men’s nightmare, a ruthless Don and businessman who took no shit from anyone.

He’d also paid a heavy sum to bail me out of prison in return for access to my land for his enterprise.

‘Don, we had a visit from the feds. My men tried to defend the farm, but we were overwhelmed in minutes. They brought in dogs, helos, and drug squads.’

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