Page 45 of Lord of Obsession

I gasp as his hand wraps around my cock, his grip firm and sure as he begins to stroke me. I can feel the tension building in my body, the anticipation of what was to come.

Dario's lips wrap around the head of my cock, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip as he takes me deeper into his mouth. I groan, my hands moving to tangle in his hair as he works me with his mouth and hand.

I can feel the orgasm building, the tension coiling in my body, but before I can reach the peak, Dario pulls away, a devious grin playing on his face.

"Not yet, Rafael," he says, his voice low and commanding. "I want you to feel me inside of you."

I nod, my heart pounding in my chest as I wriggle out of my jeans and kick them aside.

His body is illuminated by the moonlight before me, his massive cock , the one I love to worship, jutting out proudly.

He kneels before me, his hands moving to spread my legs and ass cheeks wide as he settles between them. The head of his cock presses against my entrance, and the anticipation keeps building inside of me.

I know he isn’t going to warm me up and I don’t care. I want him to tear me apart with the power of his cock. I want to be impaled on him, filled by him forever.

"Fuck, Rafael," he growls as he pushes inside of me, the sudden feeling of fullness overwhelming as he opens me right up.

I gasp, my hands moving to grip his shoulders as he begins straight away to pump in and out of me, pinning me and fucking me relentlessly. His groans of enjoyment are loud. He has no patience tonight, I wince as I feel my body try hard to adjust to the fucking.

“Harder…’ I hear myself beg. “Rip me apart.” I cling onto him, desperately, feeling my nails digging into his flesh.

The rhythmic motionof his hips as he rams himself into me matches the waves crashing against the shore, the storm in the distance mirroring the one building inside of me. My body tenses as Dario thrusts deeper inside of me, my pain subsiding, my orgasm building til I can’t stand it anymore. I buck my hips against his in perfect synchrony as I clench tightly around him.

He bites my lip and I taste blood.

My orgasm crashes over me and I cry out, sharply, as Dario continues to thrust, hard and deep, his own release following soon after.

I feel big spurts of his come firing deep inside of me.

We collapse onto the sand, our bodies slick with sweat and the cool ocean water.

"Fuck, Rafael," Dario whispers, his voice rough with pleasure. "You're mine now."

I nod, a wicked smile playing on my lips. "And you're mine."

FOURTEEN

DARIO

The Greco family estate sprawls before me, all manicured lawns and limestone facades that have witnessed generations of brutality couched in old-world charm. I ease my Ducati down the cobblestone drive, gravel crunching beneath tires still caked with sand from last night's oceanside rendezvous.

Memories of Rafael's gasps mingle with the distant crash of waves, salt and release and inevitability. My lips curve in a blade's edge smile. Still savoring that sweet, destructive triumph.

Marco meets me at the door, frowning at my rumpled clothes and the fading bite markon my throat. "Your father is waiting in the study. He's...displeased."

Of course he is. The great Antonio Greco expects his sons to be attack dogs on short leashes, not architects of their own games. I shrug out of my riding jacket and toss it over the back of an antique chair, not missing how Marco winces.

"I'm sure he is. But I've been a very good boy lately, bringing the prodigal Valenti to heel."To his knees…

I breathe in the scent of lemon oil and old blood that permeates the foyer. Home sweet home. "Daddy dearest should be thanking me."

The slap of my boots against marble is gunshot loud as I mount the curving staircase. Ancestral portraits glower at my passage, forever disapproving. Fuck them too. I'm writing my own legacy, one that will eclipse their dusty accolades.

The study door is cracked, and firelight filters through the gap. I pause, cataloging the tense silence. So it's to be one of those conversations. I square my shoulders and push inside, a wolf entering the hunter's blind.

"Dario." My father stands at the bar cart, adecanter of Macallan in hand. He doesn't turn, just examines the play of light in amber depths. "How good of you to join me. Eventually."

I drop into one of the overstuffed armchairs, my casual sprawl a silent challenge. "You know me, Pop. Places to be, Valentis to torment. It's an art."

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