Page 48 of Obsession

I laugh at her widened eyes. “He was a jerk.”

Madi smiles, taking another gulp of wine. “He beat a boy up for kissing me, ya know. Put him in the hospital.” She shakesher head as she recalls the memory. “He wanted me to staypurefor my marriage.” She uses air quotes around the wordpure, scoffing as she says it.

The wordpurehangs in the air between us. She told me on our wedding night that she was still a virgin. What she told Rafe Bianchi was nothing but a lie to dissuade him from marrying her.

“And he succeeded,” I say, taking another sip of my wine as I eye her across the table. I’m not ashamed to be happy he succeeded in keeping her pure, even if I disagree with his methods.

Madi scoffs. “You’re all the same, aren’t you?” she asks, leaning in. “Cavemen wanting to make sure no one touches what’stheirs.”

I set my wineglass down slowly. “You are mine,” I say calmly, nodding at her left hand. “That ring on your finger proves it.”

A small smile slowly lifts one side of those perfect pink lips. “But you still haven’t fucked me yet,” she says sweetly.

Blood pumps through my heart at a quickened pace. I haven’t fucked her yet. I’ve been doing my best to let her settle into her new life before I rip the band-aid off. But not doing it doesn’t mean I haven’t thought about it nonstop. Especially since I’ve tasted her pussy.

“I can fix that.”

“Then do it.”

There’s a challenge gleaming in her eyes. If my sweet little bride wants to be fucked, I’m happy to oblige.

TWENTY-FOUR

Madi

Adrian looks nearly feral. His fingers grip the wineglass so hard, I think it’ll shatter. He’s holding himself back, that much I can tell, and I want to toy with the edges of his control.

“Then do it.”

Those three words leaving my lips cause something to snap in my husband. He pushes dishes across the table, knocking over wineglasses that spill their red liquid onto the white linen. I gasp as he reaches for me, fisting the silk material of my tank top. He pulls me up with such force that my chair topples behind me, rattling off the wood floors as it falls.

“Upstairs,” he demands, the word leaving his mouth in a low growl. “Upstairs, or I’m going to fuck you over this table, princess, and I would prefer for you to lose your virginity in a bed.”

“So you are a caveman?” I say with a tilt of my head, thighs clenching.

Adrian’s nostrils flare and he hoists me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, making me squeal. My fists pound against his back as he takes the steps leading toward our bedroom.

“What can I say? It’s in my blood,” my caveman answers.

When he reaches our destination, he tosses me onto the king-sized bed before his large body is crawling over me, his face hovering above my lips. “Tell me you want this.” His dark eyes bore into mine, a serious expression coating his face. Adrian has forced a lot on me, but for some reason, I truly believe if I told him no, he’d back off and leave me alone.

Without thinking, my hand reaches up, stroking the side of his face. There’s a few days’ worth of stubble growing there, and the bruises from his interaction with John still linger, only a pale fading yellow color left. He’s beautiful, though, even with the remnants of the bruises. With his dark eyes and perfect hair, the way his jawline looks like it’s been sculpted from marble. I’ve spent so much time hating this face…and now…

Now, I lean up, pressing my lips softly against his in a gentle kiss. Adrian’s eyes drift closed, and he kisses me back with the same tenderness.

“I want this,” I whisper against his mouth.

That’s all he needs to hear before he’s deepening the kiss, his tongue spearing my lips and opening me up so he can devour me. Electricity sparks up my spine, zaps of excitement bolting through my body and making my stomach flutter. Suddenly, his arm sneaks under my waist, flipping us over so I’m straddling his legs and he’s beneath me. His fingers fist at my top, pulling until the little pearl buttons keeping the material closed go flying across the room.

I suck in a breath as Adrian slides the fabric from my arms. Sitting up, he finds the clasp of my bra and rids me of that as well, freeing my tits so his mouth can find my nipples. My head drops back as his tongue sweeps over the swollen peaks.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

Deft fingers smooth down to my waist, unclasping the button on my jeans. He pushes me so I land with my back on the mattress as he tugs the denim material down my legs. Once he has me in nothing but a pair of black lace panties, he pauses, dark eyes roaming over me like a predator admiring his prey.

“Bellisima,”he hums his praise over me, eyes locked onto my nearly naked body. “Tell me, princess, have you ever had a man here?” His finger gently presses against my lips. Heat rises on my cheeks. He knows I’m a virgin; is he checking to make sure I’ve never been touched by a man whatsoever? I shake my head. “Words,” he urges.

“No,” I whisper, and he groans in response.

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