Page 98 of Unholy Obsession

Bane growls, his biceps flexing as he grabs me and pins me against the wall again. “What if I want to fuck you against this wall instead?”

God, I love the feel of his big body up against mine. I get back up on tiptoes to bite the tip of his earlobe, then soften the sting with slow, deliberate kisses down his jaw to his mouth. “You can do that. And we’d both enjoy it. I’m so fucking wet at the thought.”

His hand is already beneath the hem of my dress, fingers teasing my inner thighs before sliding higher, and oh.Oh.

He exhales, sharp and harsh, and I clench around the fingers he’s slid inside my cunt, grinning against his lips. “But you won’t get the surprise you would if you were a good boy and did what I said.”

I feel the jolt of his cock against my stomach at the wordsgood boy. His muscles lock up like I just flipped a switch inside him, and oh dear God. Bane Blackwolf is utterly wrecked by the way I tease him, and the power of that knowledge floods me, thick and intoxicating.

I never get to have the power. Not like this.

But he relinquishes it to me so completely. So easily. So without hesitation.

I haven’t told him I love him.Do I?

I haven’t told him my secrets.Can I?

He gives of himself so freely, but I’m not sure I know how. Giving my body is easy. Thoughtless. Nothing at all.

His dark eyes hold mine, pupils so wide I swear they’ve swallowed his irises. Then he moves, stepping back to the bed. Never looking away, not for a second.

“Naked or clothed?”

My pussy clenches tighter than even when he had his finger in me. “Naked.”

I stand frozen as he does exactly as I said and pulls off his clothes, one piece at a time, like my own private Magic Mike show. I was going to suggest going to see it while we were in town, but no, I think I like this much, much better.

I bite my lip by the time he gets to his boxers and shoves them down, stepping out to reveal his long, massively engorged cock.

He reaches down to touch himself, still watching me, but I quickly say, “Don’t. That’s my toy.”

He heaves out a breath, his cock leaping as he puts his hands behind his back, eyes smoldering, before he climbs on the bed. He never takes his eyes off me the entire time he arranges a pillow beneath his backside and lays down just like I told him to.

“You fucking kill me when you bite your lip like that,” he says, voice rough as gravel.

I do it again, just to see what happens, and his cock twitches where it lays against his stomach.

“Oh, do I?” I tease, deliberately adjusting my bottom lip between my teeth. “How so?”

“I want you to hold me down and ride me and bite me.”

“Do you, now?” I take a slow, measured step toward him, loving the way his eyes widen in anticipation. But then, just to be a menace, I pivot and head for my quickly packed bag instead.

I can feel his obsessive gaze tracking my every move. God, I didn’t know what it would feel like to be wanted this much.

But what about when he finds out what I’ve been keeping from him? Will he still look at me like this? Or will he fly off the handle? I’ve seen too many men explode into a rage before. He hates his father with a fire that burns in his bones.

How much like him is he?

Nothing!

I know Bane. I do.

No matter what he says about his past, he’s not his father.

Still, my fingers hesitate for just a second before I grab the things I need and turn back to him.

He lifts a dark eyebrow when he sees what I’m carrying. “Jeans? You going somewhere?”

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