Page 124 of Shadowed Obsession

“Or is that what you want? To get caught? You love this dick so much you want someone to see how good I fuck you?”

Oh my God.

“Tell me, baby,” he orders, tightening his grip as he presses his face against mine.

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind anyone seeing how good you fuck me.”

“Coño, that’s my little slut. Maybe when we’re not in your office, huh?” he asks, releasing his grip as he pulls out and thrusts back into me.

“Dios mio, I’m going to wear you out when we get back home. Make this pussy squirt all over the fucking house. Would you like that?” he asks, with a slap to my wet pussy.

“Yes, fuck,” I whimper, “Do that again, please?”

He responds with another slap before pinching my clit, and I resist the urge to scream as he drills into me. “You’re gonna make me come,” he growls.

“César,” I pant.

“You’re going to come with me, baby?” he asks, maintaining his pace as my climax builds.

“Mmhm,” I moan and spasm around him, biting my lip so hard I draw blood.

He bites my back as he spills into me, fucking it deeper as he doesn’t relent. I take his offering as my breath fogs the glass.

Soft kisses trail up my neck to my ear. “You took me so well,” he pants, turning my head to pull me in a passionate kiss before drawing back to assess me.

“Now, clean me up,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument and I won’t argue with that.

Yes, Sir.

I drop to my knees and eagerly taste our arousal, wrapping my hand around his thick shaft as I flatten my tongue against him. My tongue twirls around his tip, and I greedily swallow every drop of us, moaning softly as he fills my mouth and maintains eye contact.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, holding his hand out to help me off the floor.

“Stay right there,” he orders, disappearing into the en suite. He returns with a warm washcloth to clean me up, and I can’t take my eyes off of him.

We’re fully clothed and ready to return to the party when a knock on the door startles us.

Regina’s voice travels through the door. “Uncle El wants to make a toast. César, get off of my cousin. Boss’s orders,” she says with a cackle, and I swear I hear a laugh come from Mr. Price, too.

We meet them in the hallway and return to the party where Regina and I are whisked away by my father. I don’t miss the knowing smirk César wears as I pretend everything is normal, when I’m dying to take him back home.

Then we’ll go back out there like nothing ever happened.

We have dirty little secrets we don’t mind keeping. Secrets kept in good taste.

Damn good taste.

epilogue

César

the first meeting with ‘the devil’

12:42 p.m. | 14 days after ‘the last, last incident’

“Idon’t know why you’re so nervous,” Deirdre says, adjusting my tie.

I stare incredulously at her. “It’s Regina Delvecchio. She’s terrifying. Don’t act like you don’t know her.”

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