Page 7 of Dark Obsession

He grips my hips with a force that sends a shiver through me, positioning himself at my entrance. His cock brushes against me, teasing. He pauses, holding me there on the edge, and I know exactly why. He’s waiting.

Does he know?

Suddenly, the reality of what’s about to happen slams into me. I’m not only about to have sex with Grigori, but I’m also about to lose my virginity to him. The man who’s been a part of my life for as long as I can remember. The man who my brothers trust explicitly. The man for whom I’ve harbored a secret crush on for years.

He must sense my hesitation because his grip loosens slightly, and he leans in closer, whispering against my ear.

“What’s wrong?” His voice is husky, but there’s an edge of concern, like he’s giving me a chance to stop this before we go any further.

This is my chance to back out, to tell him the truth—that I am a virgin. A part of me wonders if I should tell him. If he knew, would he stop and not allow things to go any further between us?

But then I look into his eyes and see the heat there, the desire that’s been building between us for years, and something inside me decides—no way am I stopping. I want him. I’ve wanted him for as long as I can remember, and I’m not going to let this moment slip away.

I shake my head slightly, giving him a soft smile. “Nothing’s wrong,” I whisper back. “Just take me.”

“What about protection?”

“I’ve been on the pill since I was a teenager,” I pant, turning my head slightly, desperate for him to end the torment. “Just fuck me already.”

He laughs, that deep, low sound that both infuriates and turns me on at the same time. “Now I kind of want to say no, just to torment you more.”

I smirk, arching my back slightly, pushing against him. “You’ve tormented me enough.”

I can hear the desire lacing his voice as he says, “Trust me, princess, the feeling is mutual.”

And then he thrusts into me, slow and smooth. The sensation is overwhelming as he stretches me in a way that’s almost too much but just right at the same time. It’s intense, the heat of him, the way he pushes deeper, and I can’t stop the moans that escape me.Every inch of him feels incredible, the pressure building with every movement.

Grigori moves slow and steady at first, then gradually builds up the pace. Each thrust sends a shockwave through me, my body responding to every movement. It’s exactly what I’ve been craving, even if I never admit it out loud. The control, the dominance, the way he knows just how to handle me.

It’s almost unfair how perfect he is—how every move, every thrust, is exactly what I’ve fantasized about for years. Years of fantasies, of stolen glances and unspoken words, all finally exploding in this very moment. I can feel it in every stroke, the way he fucks me like we’ve both been waiting for this for far too long.

He leans over me, his breath hot against my neck. “You like that, princess? This what you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Fuck, yes,” I gasp, my voice catching as he slams into me again, harder this time.

He laughs, that deep, rough sound making my body tingle. “I knew you’d be this tight for me. I’ve been thinking about it for years.”

I try to respond but my words are lost as I get closer, my body tensing, the pleasure building so intensely that it silences me. My breath comes in ragged gasps, and I can feel the edge approaching fast.

Grigori feels it too. “Not yet,” he growls, teasing me with slower strokes, drawing it out until I’m practically begging for release.

Then, without warning, he slams into me again, hard and fast, and it’s enough to send me spiraling over the edge. My orgasm crashes through me, my body trembling as I cry out, clenching around him.

I barely have time to catch my breath, still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, when Grigori leans down, “I’m not even close to being done with you yet.”

Before I can respond, his hands are around my waist, and in one swift motion, he lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder like I’m some prize he’s just claimed from a conquered tribe.

“Grigori!” I gasp, half-scolding, half-laughing as I dangle over his broad shoulder. “Put me down, you brute!”

He chuckles, giving my ass a light slap as he strides toward the bedroom. “You love it. Admit it.”

He’s right. I do love it. The way he’s carrying me like I’m his, like I belong to him. It’s maddening.

He reaches the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed. I land with a bounce, staring up at him. My pulse quickens as he strips off the rest of his clothes, his body glorious, every muscle carved with precision. Scars and all, he’s breathtaking.

I spread my legs for him, ready for whatever comes next. He hesitates, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Not so fast,” he says, hovering over me. “I want you to tell me you’re going to be good for once.”

I glare at him, my hands itching to smack that smug look off his face. “You’re impossible.”

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