Page 34 of Pucking Obsessed

“Keep going, cucciolo,” D’Angelo growls, “and you’ll be the one wearing it in your tight littlecunt.”

I swallow, unable to hold back the whimper.

My cock twitches.

The sexy bastard knows what it does to me when he talks to me like that in his cold, deep voice.

I’m sure that he could make me come in my pants untouched over the phone like this.

But he’s in public. I hope no one can hear him.

I know how careful he is with our secret. But still, just the idea that maybe theycanhear me being spoken about like that makes my cock twitch again.

I straighten, suddenly feeling even hotter.

Running my hand through my hair, I’m suddenly hyper aware of the gorgeous naked woman in the bath behind me.

“Promises, promises,” I reply, knowing that my voice is strained.

“Damn it, I’m buying one of everything,” D’Angelo murmurs into the phone. “Then I’m coming home to fuck your cunt, while Robyn watches. I’ll give her a show to make her feel better. For now, keep her relaxed. Pamper her like our goddess deserves.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say because payback is a bitch.

I know that theSiris going to make D’Angelo as hard as I now am.

And he still has to pay for the products and drive home.

Smugly, I switch off the phone, before D’Angelo can threaten to spank me. I slip the phone into my pocket.

Then I spin back to Robyn.

She’s stopped singing and is playing with the rose petals in the bath, pretending not to have been eavesdropping.

Her wide grin, however, gives her away.

“Is D’Angelo freaking out?” She asks.

I swagger to the bath, throwing myself down onto the cold floor next to it. “I’m amazed that he hasn’t already stocked up this bathroom with tampons. The bloke is thoughtful enough to have everything else delivered.”

“It’s stocked with my favorite shampoos, bath oils, and skincare stuff. He’s taken the time to notice what I like best. That’s either stalkerish or romantic.”

“He buys Eden hair gel and his products too. He doesn’t even take it out of his salary.”

Eden didn’t say anything, when he discovered his favorite shit had been bought for him, but I knew how touched he was, just like he was at the suits that D’Angelo had made for him.

D’Angelo is a good fucking boss…brotherto Eden.

“What about you?” Robyn asks, carefully.

I shrug. “I don’t need anything. But I’ve discovered that I have a favorite soap: It’s the one D’Angelo uses. It smells spicy, smoky, and sensual. I like that we both smell the same, when we use it. It’s better than in dorms. I always ran out of shit there and would just turn up the water in the communal showers to make up for it. Scalding water can clean you, right? But this soap makes me feel like a king.”

“It should do. It costs over one hundred dollars a bar.”

I pale. “Fucking hell, love. I’ll stick to hot water. But you deserve spoiling by D’Angelo. Just don’t tell me the price tag.”

I pick up the bottle of champagne, which Eden thoughtfully chose from D’Angelo’s collection for Robyn, when we arrived home.

Then I pour a fluted glass of it for Robyn.

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