Page 24 of Depths of Obsession
She licks her lips. “One,” she says. “Only one.”
The thought of anyone else even thinking about touching her makes me furious. I grip her chin and force her to look at me. "There will never be another one. From now on it’s only ever me. If you ever think about sleeping with another man, I'll kill him right in front of you." My hand moves down to her underwear, feeling the heat radiating from her core. "No one else will ever touch you here. You're mine, all mine."
“Yes,” she moans.
I kiss her fiercely again, not giving her a moment to catch her breath. Holding her wrists above her head, I let my other hand wander south and inside her lacy panties to explore between her legs. She's so damn beautiful, and she'll only ever be mine. It's almost painful how much I want her right now. “If I ever find out who that one man is, I will kill him.”
She opens her eyes wide and the scent of fear hits me. She knows I’m telling the truth. “I did say you wouldn’t like the consequences. Do you want me to stop?” Too bad if she does because I am not stopping, not now. I drag my fingers over her slit, up between her ass cheeks, and then back again, slipping just the tip of one finger into her opening.
She shifts her hips, like that would move my finger deeper inside her. “N-no,” she says and then she kisses me hard as I continue to rub her slit and tap her clit.
She's already wet for me, and coating my fingers with her essence as she spreads her legs without hesitation. "You're already dripping for me," I growl as I push in a little deeper. "You've been waiting for this, haven't you? Waiting for me." I adjust my grip to position my index finger at her butt hole.
“Yes, Luca,” she breathes as she grinds against my hand, eager for more.
"You're so damn wet," I mutter. I release her wrists and she quickly undoes my shirt before running her hands down my chest. Her nails dig into my skin, but it doesn't faze me. This is more like it, my little one with claws. It makes me want her even more.
I guide her towards the bed, letting her fall onto the soft mattress. I discard my clothes and then remove her panties. "I'm going to make you come so hard," I promise her as I kneel between her legs. "This is only the beginning. I'm going to show you all kinds of pleasure." My lips trail down her thighs until they reach their destination. I watch as she bites her lip but doesn't break eye contact with me. I dip my head and take my first taste of my new prize. Fucking amazing. I lick and suck her clit while she digs her heels into the sheets. I put my hands under her ass and haul her lower. She moans and lifts her hips while sinking her fingers into my hair.
I push a finger inside her, as I suck her clit. I add another finger and then one more. Her hips are moving matching my rhythm. I speed up and slam my fingers up inside her reaching for her g-spot.
“Yes,” she pants.
I know she’s on the edge. “What’s his name?”
She lifts her head confused. “What?”
“His name. The guy you were with.”
“What the fuck? You want to talk about that now?”
“Yes.”
“No,” she says. “It’s none of your business.” She bites her lip, her eyes dropping to the blankets as a shadow passes over her face. Vulnerability—an emotion I had not often seen from her—surfaced, making her appear younger, almost fragile.
My protective instincts go into overdrive. “He hurt you. Now you have to tell me his name.”
She shakes her head. “It’s not important and I don’t have to tell you anything.”
“Pippa, a man hurt you. I want to know who he is and what he did. We won’t go any further until that happens.”
She huffs out a breath. “He did it on a dare.” Her voice cracks slightly, betraying the pain beneath the defiance. She takes a breath, as if trying to steady herself, then reached to pull the blankets over herself, her fingers trembling.
I put my hand firmly on the blankets, halting her attempt to hide. My voice was low, steady. “You will not cover up, little one. Not with me. Tell me.”
She glances at me, her eyes filled with uncertainty, and then her gaze bounces around the room as if searching for an escape. Finally, her voice returns, small and shaky. “It was the first year of law school. I thought he liked me. I was wrong. We dated. He said he wanted to sleep with me, but really, he wanted to take pictures of me naked and show them to everyone in class.” Her lips twisted into a bitter smile, and a flicker of anger flashed in her eyes. “I beat him for the top of the class and he was angry. He wanted to humiliate me. I realized what was going on afterwards, and we fought. I gave him a black eye and then told everyone the next day that his dick was tiny. He didn’t get his pictures, and he was humiliated even further.”
She took a shaky breath, her eyes hardening. “He vowed revenge, but then I let it slip who my family was and why exacting revenge on me would be a bad idea. He left me alone after that, but then so did everyone else.” Her voice softened, sadness seeping into her words. “I graduated and came back here. My father isn’t big on letting me go out with random men. And honestly, it’s not like I’m in a rush to go through something like that again.”
Her words hung in the air, heavy and filled with a pain that still seemed raw and fresh, as though the wound had never fully healed. My chest tightened at the thought of someone hurting her—my Pippa. Anger simmered beneath my skin, clawing at my control.
“What is his name?” I demanded, my voice a growl that reverberated through the quiet room.
She shrugged, trying to appear indifferent, but I could see the tension in her shoulders. “It’s not important.”
My voice softened, but the command was still there. “Little one, it is very important. What is his name?”
Her eyes met mine, and I saw the flicker of resistance in them. With a sigh, she pulled herself up to a sitting position, her expression guarded as she grabbed a pillow and placed it in her lap, using it to cover her nakedness.
