Page 155 of Divine Obsession

“I don’t want you to be mad,” She whispered.

I frowned. “Mad at what, baby?”

“The number.”

My jaw clicked with tension. Although my blood boiled, I didn’t let it on. I swallowed the toxic possession down. “Your past is not my right.”

She glanced at me, over her shoulder, with those big, soft brown eyes. “You promise?”

“I promise.”Mostly.I was already planning the ways I would kill every man on that list. But the only thing that mattered to me in that moment was Natalia.

“You were my first kiss.” Her whisper sent goosebumps through my body.

First.

My blood burned hotter. The need to know anything else, gone.

“What else was I the first at?” My hand moved between the opening of her towel, finding her waist.

“You were the first to touch me.”

My fingers dug into her soft skin. “Touch you were,amai?”

“Everywhere.”

I tugged her towel down, exposing her glistening, olive skin. My hand slid up, cupping one of her breasts, while my forearm pushed the other up. My other hand slid down and dipped, cupping her between the legs.

“Was I the first to touch this pussy?” I murmured, feeling how wet she was.

“Yes.”

“Tell me,” I growled, on the last fraction of my restraint.

“You were the first to touch me there,” She breathed out.

I hummed in agreement and bit her neck. My hands pressed harder into her soft body. “Was I the first to see this pretty pussy, too?”

She nodded.

“Yeah?”

She turned to look at me, over her shoulder, her caramel hair all in her face. “Yeah.”

“Tell. Me.”

She was my divine obsession.

Everything about her drew me in, heart and soul. Every look, every breath she took felt like a prayer I didn’t know I was saying. She stayed in my mind like a perfume I couldn’t forget,sweetandperfectand impossible to ignore.

Loving her felt like fate.

Wanting her was something I couldn’t control.

And I had given everything for her, even when it led to my ruin.

“You were the first to see… All of me.”

A primal need tohave herandnever let her goworked its way through my veins. Grabbing each of her breasts in one hand, I pulled her into me again; massaging them, molding them in my fists. “Was I the first to squeeze these perfect tits?”

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