Page 32 of Brutal Obsession

A now where Cian kisses me eagerly, crushing me against the door and squeezing all the air from my lungs. I hang onto him for dear life while he claims my lips, ravaging me with his tongue and hands.

His kisses get me hot so fast, soon I’m moaning against his lips. He emits a guttural noise, too, like a hungry beast eager for a meal after a long hibernation and this make-out appetizer.

Dear god, the man knows how to kiss. I think I could do this forever. After his death, his tongue should be preserved and put on display at the Smithsonian.

One hand cups my breast. His thumb glides back and forth across my nipple, hardening it to a needy point and pulsing warmth straight to my core.

I slide my hands down his back, memorizing his muscles with the same enthusiasm. When they reach his waist, the urge grips me to do something terrifying.

Grab Cian’s ass. The thing is a work of art. Just like the statue of David.

Giving into my bold impulse, my fingers dip lower and find his glutes. They’re tight and rounded with firm muscle, and his groan when I squeeze is the single hottest sound I’ve ever heard in my life.

His body flexes beneath my fingertips, which only makes me latch on harder. In response, Cian grinds his cock against my belly.

A preview of a coming attraction, emphasis oncoming.

As if he heard the direction of my thoughts, he slides one hand down the fabric of my dress. His fingers glide past my belly button, tumbling down to the part of the garment that covers that hot, wet place between my thighs. Tantalizingly gentle, Cian begins to massage me though my clothes.

My eyes pop open in surprise. Cian’s eyes are open too. His dark, hooded gaze hypnotizes me, sending my heart knocking even harder than it was before. He watches my face even while he kisses it, like he’s analyzing my reaction.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” Cian continues to pet me while he awaits my response. Our lips have come apart, but our foreheads and noses still touch.

I don’t have the ability to speak, so I just nod against his face, cheeks aflame.

No one’s ever asked me that question before.

“Say it, then,” he commands while he kisses that soft spot beneath my ear.

“Yes—” My word transforms into a sound I’ve never made before when he bites down on my earlobe. My clit’s tingling, and my hips are squirming as he keeps touching me.

“Yeswhat?” he prompts with a growl in his throat, like he’s got an engine revving in his chest.

I’m three seconds from telling him to take me right here, right now, but instead a question slips off my tongue. “Is this…how you usually seduce a woman?”

“Don’t change the subject.” He returns to my lips with so much fire, I almost forget what I asked.

“Well, is it?”

This time when he growls at me, irritation and impatience edge his voice. “No.”

“What do you meanno?” I blink at him in disbelief.

But then Cian presses down on my clit, and my eyes roll back in my head.

At the spike of pleasure, my mouth drops open. “Shit.”

“I like how you curse now when you’re with me.” His husky voice flushes my cheeks like an open fire. “Is it my turn to ask questions yet?”

My head drops forward onto his chest. I watch his fingers swirl in circles over the fabric covering my pussy.

“You have questions for me?” I stammer, embarrassed by how drunk and dizzy I sound, just from a bit of petting… Forget Cian. How pent up amI?

“How much dick have you taken since you got here?” He drives his fingers under my dress and continues rubbing me, this time over my panties…which are damp from excitement. His hot mouth swallows the moan trying to snake past my lips.

He’s asking if I’ve been with anyone since I ran away? Why would he want to know?

When we break the kiss, we’re both panting again. Cian spears me with a hard expression, like the answer to this question matters a great deal.

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