Page 79 of King of Obsession

He remained tight to me, leaning his lean hips on the counter, eyes on me.

His tongue eased from between those luscious lips, and his eyes laser-focused on my mouth.

My nipples pebbled, and my pussy pulsed, wetness seeping into my panties.

‘Alessio -,’ I breathed.

‘Che cosa?’

‘We need to get that bread into the oven.’

His eyes smoldered. ‘I know what I’d like to get into.’

I hissed at his brazenness as the hand around my waist slipped away.

‘What more can I do ?’ he asked when he’d slid the loaf into the stove to bake.

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding in my chest. ‘I’ve got it under control,’ I managed to say, my voice sounding strained even to my ears.

But Alessio was not one to be deterred. He reached for the wooden ladle in my hand, his fingers brushing against mine as he did so.

I jerked my hand back as if I’d been burned, my cheeks flushing with heat.

‘Relax, cara, I don’t bite.’

I raised my hand and pointed to the couch. ‘I do, so get the hell out of my kitchen unless you want to know how hard Ibite down.’

‘Ah, mia sola, do you also swallow?’

I gasped, raising the utensil as if to whack him.

He tipped his head back and roared, strolling off, shoulders shaking.

He had an incredible laugh, rasped, hoarse, low.

A rumble came from his chest and through his neck as he threw that leonine head off his back, revealing his corded nape.

Fuck me.

I told him as much.

‘Fuck you in particular,’ I called, fighting the red color flying up my cheeks.

‘Name the date and place, and I’ll be there.’

I rolled my eyes, sliced them away from him, and returned my focus to the countertop.

He smirked and prowled back to the living area, picking a book from the shelf, which he settled down with.

Still, a small smile played on my lips as I continued to stir the pot.

Damn, the transformation in how we were relating to each other was blowing my mind.

That he cared so much under that gruff, brooding mask helped lower my barriers. For so long, I’d been used, manipulated, and discarded, which had destroyed most of my confidence, leaving it torn and ragged for years.

That he desired me heightened my self-esteem to stratospheric levels.

It also had my clit pulsing every single freakin’ moment I was near him.

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