Page 58 of His Ruthless Obsession

“Fuck, Jazz,” I groan, pulling her head back slightly, giving her a moment to catch her breath before thrusting deeper. “You feel so fucking good.”

Her hands grip my thighs, her nails digging in slightly as if to anchor herself. The sight of her on her knees, taking me like this, is more intoxicating than any drug. I can feel the control slipping, the need to come overriding everything else.

I push deeper, and Jazz coughs around my cock, her eyes watering as she struggles to take me all in. I keep my grip firm on her hair, guiding her, controlling the pace.

"Fuck, Jazz," I growl, looking down at her. "Your throat feels incredible. Squeezing my cock so fucking tight."

She gags slightly, but I don't let up. This is her punishment, her penance for disobeying me. She needs to learn, and I need to feel her submit. But when I surge forward, burying to the hilt, I see that she is.

"You're taking it so well," I murmur, easing back just enough to let her breathe. "Such a good girl, taking your punishment like this."

She moans around me, the vibration sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I can feel her throat constricting, her tongue working the underside of my cock. It's fucking heaven.

"You like that, don't you?" I say, thrusting deeper again. "You like choking on my cock, little dove."

Her eyes meet mine, defiance mixed with surrender. She's fighting it, fighting the pleasure, the submission. But she's also craving it, craving the reward that comes with giving in.

"I think you've earned something," I tell her, pulling her head back, letting my cock slip from her lips with a pop. She gasps for breath, her cheeks tear-streaked, her lips swollen.

"Good girls get cum, Jazz," I say, stroking myself, feeling the heat of her mouth still lingering. "And you've been such a good girl."

She stares up at me, her breath coming in ragged gasps, her eyes locked onto mine. I can see the anticipation, the need. She wants this, wants me.

"Open wide," I command, my voice rough with desire. She obeys, her mouth opening, her tongue out, ready.

I stroke myself faster, the sight of her waiting, eager, pushing me over the edge. With a groan, I come, my release hot and thick, filling her mouth.

"Swallow," I tell her, my voice a low growl. "Swallow it all, Jazz."

She does, her throat working as she takes every last drop. When she's done, she looks up at me, a mix of defiance and satisfaction in her eyes.

"Fuck," I groan, tucking myself back into my pants. "You're so fucking good, Jazz. So fucking good."

And then I drag her into my lap and fuck her really good.

23

JAZZ

Ipace across my living room, running fingers through my curls while my friends sit scattered around the penthouse. Their expressions range from shock to horror as I finish recounting the events of the last few weeks.

I decided to be honest with them. But now, I'm starting to regret that decision.

"This is insane." Kendra leans forward on the leather sectional. "You're telling me he let you come with him? While he killed a bunch of guys?"

"Um…sort of?" I glance at Tony, who Marco pulled in for today since the girls were here, standing stoically by the door. "But I asked to go."

Skye springs up from her perch on the arm chair. "Girl, you need to run. Like, pack your bags and get the hell out of Chicago tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere." The city lights twinkle beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, a stark reminder of everything I've built here. "This is my home. My life."

"Your life won't mean shit if you end up dead." Kendra's voice cracks. "We've seen you fight your way back before. After Leo-"

"Don't." I hold up my hand. "This is different. Nerio isn't-" The words catch in my throat.

"Isn't what? A dangerous criminal?" Skye throws her hands up. "Because that's exactly what he is."

"I know what he is." My voice comes out sharper than intended. "But I also know who he is. With me."

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