Page 8 of My Ruthless Obsession

Marco replies with a villainous smirk. “It’s not your mouth I want to kiss.” He pushes me down onto the table, but I go freely, eager for the orgasm I didn’t receive last night.

He takes a seat in my vacated chair, positioning himself between my legs and resting my thighs on his shoulders. For a fleeting moment, the fear of being caught by one of his staff or his men crosses my mind, but it fades once Marco’s mouth reaches my center. He ravages me with skillful licks and sucks, making my body jerk when he rubs his thumb over my clit and slides two fingers deep inside me. My back arches and I moan into the air, my hands cradling his head and urging him for more.

“You taste so fucking good, Princess. I could smell your cunt last night and knew I needed to get my mouth on you.” The sounds he’s making are lewd and obscene, but they’re nothing compared to his words.

I’ve always wondered what this would feel like, and it far exceeds anything I could’ve expected. The sensations are euphoric, and the orgasm stirring inside me is growing too strong for me to hold back any longer.

“Please, please,” I beg, writhing on his patio furniture, out in the open for anyone to see.

“There’s no sweeter sound than you begging me to make you come.” He sucks my aching clit between his teeth, rapidly flicking his tongue across it. Stars float at the edges of my vision, and heat builds in my lower stomach. “I need to taste all of you. Comenow, Lyla.”

Not that I was waiting for his permission, but as soon as he gives it to me, my body shatters and my release spills into his warm mouth. The walls of my core begin to flutter, and I’m desperate for him to fill me with his thick cock. Then, all too soon, my orgasm begins to subside, and I reach for Marco, hoping he’ll give me what I want.

When he stands abruptly, using my panties to wipe his face, it’s as if a cold bucket of water has been dumped on me. Questioning the sudden shift in his demeanor, I prop myself on my elbows, staring at him while remnants of my climax seep onto his expensive furniture. His face is devoid of any emotion as he stares at something in the distance behind me.

He adjusts the cuffs of his shirt beneath his suit jacket, his mask of indifference firmly back in place. “I’ll be in my office for the rest of the afternoon.”

He doesn’t give me a chance to retort or even a moment to process what just happened before he’s gone again, and I’m left confused and upset.

Did I do something wrong?

I don’t understand the game we’re playing or what it is that Marco wants from me. If he thinks I owe him for my father’s debt, then why hasn’t he made me do anything toward paying it down? He teases me and taunts me, like I’m a toy made for his amusement. Yet it makes no sense when he could have any woman he wants. Then he hunts me down and gives me the best orgasm of my life, only to turn around and act like it was an insignificant disruption to his busy day.

Frustration consumes me, casting a dark cloud over the rest of the afternoon as I remain in my bedroom, overthinking every minute I’ve spent in his presence trying to figure him out. The desire between my thighs is insatiable, and I fantasize about his strong hands exploring my body and his lips on every inch of my flesh.

Stepping under the hot spray of the shower, I’m hoping the scalding water will help me clear my head. Yet even as I try to scrub away the memories of his touch, the lingering ache between my legs intensifies. Unable to resist any longer, I slide my hand down my stomach until I reach my throbbing clit, rubbing it furiously as I envision Marco being the one to pleasure me. The thought alone drives me to the brink of ecstasy.

If he won’t give me what I want—what Ineed—then I’ll just take care of it myself.

5

MARCO

Nothing tastes better than Lyla Adams’s pussy, yet I left her confounded and upset and lying half-naked on a table because I’m a selfish asshole and couldn’t get away from her fast enough. It wasn’t her fault, but the hurt in her eyes told me she thought it was, and that’s why I’m seeking her out, wanting to smooth things over.

I’ve never given a damn about anyone’s feelings. Until this girl. I can’t begin to identify these emotions, but they’re changing me, making me do things I’d never do. Stupid things, like leaving a business meeting early so I could rush home and make her come with my mouth. Of course, that wasn’t my intention when I decided to head back, but as soon as I saw her, looking ethereal as she enjoyed her lunch in the sun, I knew I needed a taste.

And now, I’m fucking addicted.

I have to stay away from her. I know that, even as I’m entering her room, hoping she doesn’t hate me as much as I think she does. When I open the door, I hear her in the shower moaning my name, and a flash of lightning hits me in the chest. Possession and desire course through my veins like wildfire, and my instincts take over, driving me to burst into her bathroom without hesitation.

The steam envelops me as I stride in, my eyes locking onto Lyla’s startled gaze. Her baby blues dart around the room as if she’s looking for danger—she has no idea that it’s standing right in front of her. Without uttering a single word, I jerk her out of the shower as water cascades off her skin like liquid silk. I carry her into the bedroom and roughly toss her onto the bed, a sudden animalistic hunger consuming me.

Naked and vulnerable, her sinful body calls to me like a siren’s song I can’t resist. She’s fucking ravishing, and every inch of her curves beckons me closer, fueling my primal need for dominance.

“You’re mine,”I growl while she trembles beneath me. The fire in her eyes tells me she’s not afraid. She wants me. She wants this just as much as I do.

“Marco,” she whispers, her voice shaky yet full of desire. The sound of my name on her lips ignites something deep within me, a dark and powerful force that demands her submission.

“Say it again.” My fingers dig into her hips as I hover over her.

She hesitates for a moment, likely feeling raw and exposed. Then she looks up at me with lust swirling in her gaze and repeats my name like a goddamn prayer. “Marco.”

Something inside me snaps, and a feral growl rips from my throat.

She belongs to me now, and I’m going to show her exactly what that means.

I tower over her like a predator, and my voice is deep and gruff. “You only come when I allow it.” It’s a promise and a warning, my authority absolute as I claim her with a fierce intensity.

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