Page 57 of Obsession

Adrian drops to his knees, spreading my legs farther apart. I can feel how wet I am, the arousal dripping down my thigh.

“Oh, princess.” Adrian swipes a finger through my slit, gathering my arousal. “You love being punished, don’t you?”

I can’t answer. Can’t breathe as he uses his finger to drag my wetness to my clit, teasing me softly. I need more.

“Answer me.” His free hand smacks down on my already abused ass.

“Yes!” I yelp.

“What a good little slut,” he murmurs before his head dips between my thighs and his tongue drags along my slit.

I should hate being called a slut, but it only seems to make me wetter. Adrian continues to play with me, alternating between lapping at my clit and thrusting his fingers inside me. I’m panting, shaking as I grip the cushions and beg him to make me come.

“Fine,” he says finally. “Since you’ve been such a good little slut, come on my tongue and then I’ll fuck you until I fill you up. Is that what you want?”

“Yes! Please!” I feel desperate in my need for him.

He delivers on his promise, sucking on my clit until I see stars in the back of my eyes. I’m still panting when he thrusts inside of me, his finger finding my sensitive bud and pinching.

“I want you to come again,wife. I want you to come on my cock while I fuck you silly. Can you do that for me?”

“Y-yes!”

Adrian thrusts inside me mercilessly, his finger stroking my clit until I’m screaming his name again.

“That’s it, baby. Come again for me like a good little slut.”

Fireworks replace my nerve endings as I come again, and this time I can feel Adrian grunt as he releases inside me. And when I finally open my eyes, his release drips down my thighs.

TWENTY-NINE

Adrian

Imeet Sam Costello behind the bars of the Orleans Parish Prison. As his lawyer, we get to bypass the picnic tables meant for general visits, so instead I’m led to a private room to wait for my client. They bring Sam in with cuffs around his wrists that the guard promptly undoes. The Costello heir gives him a cheeky smile as he hooks the cuffs to this belt and leaves us be.

I don’t really want to be here. I want to be back home, fucking my new wife. I’m addicted to her—the taste of her pussy, the sounds she makes when I’m inside her. But I need to focus on the plan.Take down the Costello famiglia.

I was never supposed to become addicted to my sweet little blue-haired minx. And here I am, thinking about her at every turn.

Rubbing his newly freed wrists, Sam turns and looks at me. Outside these walls, I always found the man to be intimidating, but the orange jumpsuit makes him less imposing. He eyes me for a long moment, stretching out his arms before he takes the seat across from me.

“Adrian Russo.” He says my name, and I can’t help but feel there’s a threat lingering behind it. This isn’t the first time we’ve met, though our other meetings always included Marcus, and I was only there as his attorney, the lawyer who did his bidding.

The tides have turned now with Marcus gone. I don’t feel fear, though, no, the feeling that tingles beneath the surface of my skin is still hatred. I’m determined to bring this family down as a consequence of what they did to my family. But so many years of keeping that anger in check have numbed it. And I would be dumb if I didn’t feel at least a hint of fear. A sliver of self-preservation.

“Samuel Costello.”

Sam grins, his elbows hitting the table. “So you’re my lawyer now, huh?”

I nod. In front of me on the shiny silver prison table sits a yellow legal pad and black pen. Sam looks them over, and then trails his eyes up my Tom Ford suit until they reach my face where he meets my gaze.

“You didn’t give me much of a choice, did you?”

That makes him chuckle as he leans back against the metal chair he’s seated in. “No, I guess I didn’t.” In another setting, outside of the poorly fitted prison uniform, I think Sam Costello would be charming. Marcus never found him as such, and their interactions never went well, both cousins normally acting out of anger.

“So…” I lean back in my seat, matching his posture. “You wanted me here.”

“I did.” He nods in agreement. “But first, I know about your father.” Sam’s stoic, watching my reaction.

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