Page 24 of Twisted Obsession
With a gentle click, I popped open the lid to reveal the emerald ring, its vibrant green hue encircled by a halo of dazzling diamonds that caught the light and shimmered like a constellation. I slid the ring onto her left ring finger, the fit so perfect it was as if it had been crafted by the stars themselves.There was no resistance, which surprised me, and I lifted her delicate hand to mine, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles.
“I wanted to get my wife a ring that reminded me of her eyes. Beautiful and fierce,” I murmured, my voice a velvet caress.
“I’m not your wife, yet,” Lara retorted, pulling her hand away swiftly and heading toward the door, her movements graceful yet determined.
Before she could escape my reach, I grasped her arm gently, but firmly. “That is where you are wrong,kukolka,” I said, my tone a blend of both authority and a hint of amusement. “Not only did you willingly sign over the deed to your parents’ home, but you also signed a document that binds us together forever. Till death do us part.”
“You tricked me.” Her voice trembled with anger, and in a sudden blur of movement, her hand flew up, connecting with my cheek with such force that the room spun momentarily. I blinked, surprised by the strength of mykukolka.
Before she had a chance to flee, I pulled her closer, my grip unyielding yet tender. “You shouldn’t have done that,” I said, wiping away the blood from my lip where her wedding ring had sliced through the skin like a razor.
With deliberate slowness, I placed my thumb on her lower lip, smearing the crimson streak across the soft crease before pressing it against her lips. “Open your mouth,” I commanded, my voice a velvet whisper edged with steel.
She resisted, her defiance evident in every tense muscle, but little did she know, she had already lost. Cupping her chin with the hand still holding her arm, I squeezed her cheeks between my fingers until she had no choice but to part thoseluscious lips. Her lips parted reluctantly, and I pushed my thumb inside.
“Suck,” I commanded, watching as her cheeks hollowed and her lips puckered around my thumb, a mixture of defiance and reluctant compliance in her eyes.
Her eyes locked onto mine, and I was consumed by the image of her lips parting to receive me, the look of her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she took me into her mouth.
I slowly withdrew my thumb from between her lips with a soft pop, my eyes never leaving hers. I grabbed her by the waist, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress. With a swift motion, I bent her over the desk, the hard wood pressing against her soft curves. I leaned into her, inhaling her scent, as I roughly pushed her dress up, revealing the creamy skin of her thighs and the tantalizing curve of her ass. Her most intimate place was now exposed to me, and I smiled, my heart pounding with anticipation and desire. She was my wife, my possession, and it was time to claim what was rightfully mine.
“Please, Dmitri,” she whispered, her voice trembling as she looked back at me, eyes wide with a mix of fear and longing. She tried to push herself up from the desk, but I held her firmly in place.
“You should have considered the consequences before you dared to strike me,” I growled, my voice low and dangerous. I grabbed her wrists, so small and delicate in my grasp, and pinned them behind her back with one hand. With the other, I tore her lace panties from her body, the sound of ripping fabric filling the air.
“Please, Dmitri. Not like this,” she begged, her voice barely a whisper. But her pleas fell on deaf ears. I wadded her panties into a tight ball and leaned over her, my voice a harsh command. “Open your mouth.”
Lara shook her head, defiance flashing in her eyes. I leaned in closer, my voice a low growl. “If you don’t open your mouth, I will pry it open for you and keep it that way as long as I see fit.”
Her resistance crumbled, and she parted her lips, allowing me to stuff the makeshift gag into her mouth. With her legs kicked wide, I ignored her muffled cries, my hand pressing firmly against her mound. I could feel her wetness, her body betraying her as it responded to my touch. I rubbed my finger back and forth against her slick folds, a low groan escaping her lips.
“Do you like that,kukolka?” I breathed against her back, my voice a low rumble. “Do you like the feel of your husband’s hand on your sweet pussy?”
Her head trembled from side to side, but the heated wetness betrayed her true feelings. I slid one thick, calloused finger deep into her intimate core. God, she was tight, her body clutching onto me like a velvet vise. Lara’s stifled cry echoed through the room as she rose onto her toes, trying vainly to escape the torrent of pleasure and pain that my sudden intrusion ignited. I added another finger, her entrance stretching to accommodate me, her thin barrier just within my reach.
Her disobedience was only beginning. I pushed my fingers deeper, her body yielding to my relentless pressure. Her head thrashed from side to side again, her hair whipping against her flushed cheeks. I leaned over her, my mouth grazing the delicate curve of her neck, tasting the frantic flutter of her pulse. Mytongue traced the line of her spine as I forced a third finger into her tight, virgin body. Tears spilled from her eyes, her silent pleas for mercy falling on deaf ears.
With ruthless precision, I drove my fingers into her again and again, stretching her, preparing her, but not enough to shatter her innocence. I reserved that prize for my cock. I wondered then if she would bleed for me. I wanted to feel her pureness coat me, a brutal reminder that no other man had claimed it, nor would ever claim her. Her thighs began to tremble, her body coiling tight as her release neared. The sweet cream of her arousal dripped down my fingers, and I felt her walls clench around me as her back arched and her chest lifted off the desk. It was a sight to behold, her body laid out like a sinful feast.
Fuck, I needed to be inside her. I withdrew my hand, her juices glistening on my fingers. I quickly unbuckled my belt and shoved down my pants, freeing my aching cock. She was slick and ready; her body primed for my taking. I positioned the swollen head at her entrance, feeling her heat kiss my flesh.
“This is going to hurt,kukolka,” I murmured, tugging her soaked panties from her mouth. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Do it,” she sobbed, her voice a broken whisper. “Just do it.”
As I pushed the thick crown of my cock into her, I could feel her tightness already gripping me like a fist. I pulled back slightly, then slowly rocked my hips forward again, luxuriating in the exquisite sensation of her body welcoming me.
Just as I was on the brink of surrendering to my own selfish desires, poised for one final thrust deep inside her that would make her bleed, the door burst open with a jarring crash.
“Dmitri, we need to leave the mansion,” Stepan exclaimed, his voice trembling with urgency, his face a canvas of raw panic—the very same panic I’d seen on his face the day the Cosa Nostra brutally slaughtered my mother.
In an instant, I tucked myself back into my pants and gently adjusted Lara’s dress to restore her modesty before turning to face Stepan. “What’s going on?” I asked, my voice edged with concern.
“War,” he replied, the word hanging in the air like a thunderous echo.
Chapter Thirteen
Lara
