Page 47 of Brutal Obsession

He scrutinizes my face for ten more interminable seconds and then hits me with a savage kiss. Every thought in my head disintegrates into animal lust.

Cian slides his hot tongue between my lips, rhythmic and fluid, seducing my mouth with every stroke. He nips my lower lip and the sting shoots through me, all the way down to my clit. The sensation arches my back, and he snags the chance to snake his forearm around my waist, wrapping me in the crook of his arm.

My heart rate skyrockets.

He squeezes me tighter, stealing what little air remains in my lungs. I can’t breathe, and that’s exactly what he wants as he suffocates me with those sensuous lips. Once again, it’s like he’s fucking my mouth with his. Before Cian, I never once thought about a kiss that way, but I’m pretty sure he could kill me just from his tongue in my mouth alone.

I dropped my character the nanosecond his lips crashed into mine.

My tongue meets his, stroke for stroke. My head pounds, lost in a deoxygenated fog of steamy kisses and building pleasure.

When Cian unseals his mouth from mine, forever has ticked by, and yet it’s still too soon. He pants for air the same as I do, his cheek resting against mine.

“So, how are you going to make it up to me?”

Trapped in a state of lust fog, his question stuns me.

Wasn’t that insanely hot kiss payment enough? He’s saying he wantsmore?

Last night, I was ready to let him fuck me. But he passed up that golden opportunity. Now we don’t have the time. Not if I’m going to hatch my escape plan.

I shove away the disappointment of my inner slut, who’s raging at the thought of me tearing myself away from Cian before he satisfies the ache inside us.

I feel for her.

“If I make it up to you, what do I get?” I pout the question, ghosting featherlight kisses along his jaw.

“What do you want?”

His green eyes drill into mine, and the steel pipe trapped between our stomachs tells me his eyes aren’t the only part of his body that’s eager to drill.

I just wish that thought didn’t cause me to quake with excitement.

“To go to work today.” I look Cian straight in the eyes. “I want to say a proper goodbye.”

He judges me in silence, examining me as though I’m a bug beneath a microscope. I know it’s a long shot, but I’m praying the tag team of lust plus male ego will prove more than Cian can overcome this early in the morning.

“Those people mean a lot to you.” Cian pushes a gentle kiss to my forehead, then my cheek. “I can tell.”

My heart flutters. I’m dumbfounded by the appearance of Cian acting…kind? Attentive? Considerate? I can’t even put a sentence together in response, so I nod instead.

Speechless, I lie there like a dead fish until he draws back enough to say, “Fine. You can go to work today.”

I expect him to get off me, but he doesn’t budge. In fact, he maneuvers his body weight, pressing himself hard against my lower half until my legs naturally spread around his waist. When the line of his cock under thin, breathable cotton meets the heat of my bare seam, the delicious pressure rolls my eyes to the back my head.

Crap. I hope to God Cian missed that.

When I recover, his eyelids are at half-mast, his expression serious. Desire blazes from him.

Yeah, no, he definitely caught that. Time for a distraction.

“Thank you. When can I go?” I ask in my meekest voice.

“Afteryou make it up to me.”

My tripping heart ceases to beat as my mind shrieks an alert.

It’s clear I’m in dangerous territory, so why does my whole body tremble with yearning? As if today’s my birthday and a sexy present sits in front of me, just waiting to be unwrapped?

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