Page 15 of My Ruthless Obsession

My voice is raspy when I speak through clenched teeth. “Come with me, Lyla. Come now.” I won’t let go before her, but I can’t hold back much longer.

“I’m so close. Don’t stop,” she begs as tears of ecstasy roll down her cheeks.

I wrap an arm around her lower back, thrusting hard inside her while rubbing her pulsing clit with my other hand. With one last drive of my hips, we explode together, pleasure coursing through us while our moans echo in the room. She trembles and convulses around me when she reaches her peak in a mesmerizing display. Then she collapses onto my chest, our hearts pounding against each other while we catch our breath.

Finally, everything is perfect and right in the world, but the feeling doesn’t last long.

9

MARCO

“Do you have to go?” Lyla’s adorable when she pouts, making it that much harder to disappoint her.

It’s been two weeks since the gala, and we’ve slept in the same bed every night. We’ve fallen into a familiar cadence, sharing the same spaces as if we’ve been together for years. She’s easy to be around, and when she’s not fending for herself or taking care of someone she shouldn’t have to, Lyla relaxes and her charming personality shines through. Here, she can just be herself, and not the girl in constant survival mode.

She fought me when I first brought her home, but I fought her too, determined to break her before she could break me. I don’t know who fell first or when, but if this is what love feels like, then I’m in love with her. I’m not the same irritable bastard I used to be, but I’m only this way with Lyla. Everyone else still sees me as the murderous asshole I’ve always been, and I plan to keep it that way.

Maybe that’s the real reason I kept my distance from her for so long. I knew she was special after one look. Perhaps I suspected then that being with her would be different from any other woman I’ve been with. For a man who fears nothing, that concept is terrifying. My feelings for Lyla make me vulnerable, and I’m still unsure how to handle them.

I kiss her lips again before getting out of bed. “You want me to stay?”

“What? Really?” She props herself on her elbows, and the sheet slides off her naked body, revealing those bouncy tits I love so much. My mouth waters at the sight of them.

I’m supposed to leave today. A quick business trip to New York to meet some associates and discuss new product I want to move. Paulie can go in my place and get the rundown of their proposal, though. My best friend will privately give me shit about staying back for pussy, but even he can see how much Lyla has come to mean to me.

“Paulie can go without me this time.” I slip on a pair of loose sweats, but decide against wearing a shirt because I like the way Lyla stares at me when I don’t. “Unless you’ve changed your mind…”

Covering up her nakedness with the comforter, she kneels with her feet tucked beneath her. “Stay! I want you to stay.” She beams at me, and it makes my chest puff with pride knowing I’m the one who put that smile on her face.

“Alright, then, Princess. You have me all to yourself.” I stride over to the bed and she rises on her knees, letting the blankets fall. Her toned arms circle my neck and I lean in for a kiss. “How about I make us breakfast while you decide what you want to do today?”

Her eyebrows lift as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth. “Can we go somewhere? It doesn’t have to be in public!” she blurts. “I just want to get out and do something different. Something fun.”

Ever since running into that fucker Liam, my men and I have been on high alert. I don’t look over my shoulder because only a coward would attack me from behind. Yet I wouldn’t put it past one of the Donahue boys to pull some bullshit like that. Even if they try, I do just fine taking care of myself and I always stay well-guarded.

It’s not me I’m worried about, though. It’s Lyla. And now that Liam has seen her, he’ll have no problem using her to get to me. I don’t want to keep her locked up in this house, but I admit my concerns are eased when she’s here because I know she’s safe. Still, she deserves to get out, and we’d both enjoy the fresh air of a sunny day.

I tuck a stray tendril behind Lyla’s ear, mesmerized by her bright-blue eyes. “Ever been on a yacht?”

She tilts her head with a deadpan expression, but humor sparkles in her gaze. “Sure I have. Poor girls like me, from the bad part of town, spend countless hours traipsing the high seas on luxury boats.”

I tickle her side before swatting her juicy ass, making her yelp. “Keep sassing me and I’ll take you over my knee.”

She licks her lips, and her eyelids become heavy.Guess she likes the idea of being spanked.

“Or, better yet, I’ll make you kneel on the floor and suck my cock while I eat breakfast. Put that bratty mouth to good use.”

Her pulse beats faster at the base of her neck, and I bet if I touched her pussy right now, it’d be wet for me. “What if I want to do those things willingly? Does that still make them punishments?” Lyla’s voice is a husky whisper.

I bend forward and capture her earlobe between my teeth. “Those are just two ideas. I have plenty more ways to punish bad little girls, Princess.” The scent of her arousal grows stronger. But I know if we stay here any longer, we’ll never leave this room. “Get dressed. We can talk about discipline and rewards downstairs.” I kiss her temple, then head to my bathroom to brush my teeth as she crawls out of bed.

We make it to the kitchen, Lyla sipping her coffee while I scramble a few eggs, when the sound of gunshots in the near distance makes my blood run cold. I have weapons stashed in every room of this house and retrieve the one that’s hidden in a false drawer.

I peek out the window and see several guards running toward the back of the property, where three speeding black side-by-sides charge from the dense forest. There’s about a dozen men dressed in balaclavas and tactical gear, their automatic assault rifles aimed and shooting in our direction. I don’t know who these motherfuckers are, but I have no doubt who sent them. And it’ll be the last directive Liam Donahue gives because I’ll kill him with my bare hands once this shit is over.

Anger fuels my actions and heightens my instincts, with the knowledge that armed intruders will breach my home in a matter of minutes. I don’t have time to think or answer questions as I grab Lyla’s hand and drag her to the third floor.

“What’s happening? Who’s shooting at us?” Her voice trembles and her eyes are wild as she struggles to keep my pace.

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