Page 8 of Dark Obsession

He smirks, holding his ground, teasing me. “Say it.”

My lips form a pout, but I can’t deny the thrill running through me. “Fine,” I huff. “I’ll be good, but just this once.”

“Good girl.”

Grigori climbs over and slides into me with a smooth, deliberate push, and I can’t help but squirm beneath him, arching my back and pushing my hips up to meet him, making sure I take every last inch.

He’s so deep inside me, I feel like he’s claiming a part of me I didn’t even know existed. When he bottoms out, a shudder runs through my body—I never want him to leave. In fact, the way he feels inside me, how perfectly he fills me, almost scares me. I’ve never felt anything like this.

He starts thrusting, the bed shaking with each relentless stroke. His movements are rough but calculated, and I like it, especially when he pins me down by my wrists as he drives into me. He commands my body like it belongs to him, and right now, it might as well.

“Fuck,” I breathe, barely able to keep up with the rhythm he’s setting but loving every second of it.

Grigori’s gaze locks onto mine, a primal hunger flashing in his eyes as he thrusts harder, his grip on my wrists tightening. I’m getting close again, and I know he can feel it. But I’m not about to let him have all the control.

“Come with me,” I challenge, my voice breathless as I buck my hips up against him.

He grins, that devilish, knowing smirk that drives me wild. “You think you can handle that, princess?”

His rhythm intensifies, each powerful thrust sending me spiraling toward the edge. It’s like an out-of-body experience as pure pleasure courses through me, all of my senses overwhelmed. I scream his name as I come, my body shaking beneath him.

A moment later, he grunts as his own release hits him. He empties his cock inside me, filling me with his warmth. I cling to him, lost in the heat of it all.

As soon as Grigori slides out of me, I feel empty, and my body immediately craves him again. It’s downright scary how good it was, how much more I want.

He pulls me into his arms, his touch gentle, his lips brushing softly against my forehead. It’s so unlike him, being so tender, that for a moment I almost forget the chaos we went through tonight. But the reality of it all soon creeps back in.

I lay there, my head on his chest, worry gnawing at me. “Those men will come for you again,” I murmur, my fingers absently tracing the lines of his scars. “They’re not going to just go away and let this go.”

Grigori’s arm tightens around me. “I’ll handle it, Elena. This isn’t your problem. You won’t be involved.”

I laugh softly, though there’s no humor in it. “I’m already involved. You think I can just step aside and let you face this alone?” I lift my head to meet his eyes, my voice firm. “I’m not some bystander. You should know that by now.”

He looks at me, his usual stoic expression faltering for a second. “You don’t have to be a part of this. I won’t let you get hurt.”

But there’s something he doesn’t understand. I’m not just in this because of who I am.

I’m in this because of how I feel about him.

Chapter 4

Elena

I’m pulled from sleep, the haze of a very nice dream still clinging to my mind. In the dream, Grigori was between my legs, his mouth doing things that had me writhing, biting the bed sheet as I clenched it in my hand. His strong hands were gripping my thighs like he couldn’t get enough of me. It felt so real, and I was just about to sink back into it when—

“Elena.”

I blink, half hoping he’s waking me up because he’s ready for round two. I wouldn’t mind feeling those hands again, but when I see he’s fully dressed, boots and all, I realize that’s not going to happen.

“What is it?” I mumble, my voice thick with sleep. “Please tell me you’re waking me up for something fun.”

He’s already halfway to the door when he throws me a look over his shoulder. “We need to move. Now.”

I groan, rolling out of bed with a frustrated sigh.

I stretch, my body still sore in all the right places from last night. “You know, you have terrible timing, Grigori. I was in the middle of something very enjoyable.”

He’s already out of the room by the time I finish my sentence.

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