Page 50 of Veil of Obsession
“What do you want, Lucio?” I murmur, tilting my head just slightly. Daring him.
His gaze drops to my mouth—the red stain of my lipstick, the slight part of my lips. His jaw tics, his breath coming a little heavier.
“Careful, Princess,” he warns, voice rough. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
I lick my lips slowly, watching as his eyes darken, his hands curling into fists at his sides.
“And if I like danger?” I whisper.
Something in him snaps. He moves before I can process it, his hand gripping my jaw, tilting my head up as his mouth crashes against mine. The first kiss is hard, rough, and punishing, like he wants to punish me for watching. For following him. Forwantinghim.
I gasp, and he uses the moment to slip his tongue into my mouth—claiming, taking, consuming. I grab his coat, pulling him closer, feeling the unyielding hardness of his body, the heat between us blistering.
He grabs my thigh, hiking it up against his waist, and presses me into the wall.
“Tell me,” he growls against my lips, biting at them, then dragging his mouth down my throat. “How long have you been watching me?”
I gasp as his teeth graze my skin, my back arching against him.
“Why do you think I have?” I taunt breathlessly.
Lucio groans, dragging his hand up my thigh, his thumb brushing the edge of my dress.
“Because you’re a little liar,” he murmurs against my skin, his breath hot, his grip firm.
He grinds against me, and I feel it: the hard press of his cock against my hip. Something thick. Heavy. Pierced. A sharp, distinct press of metal—unexpected, but unmistakable.
A piercing.
The realization sends a jolt through me—dark, electrifying, hungry. Lucio feels me tense and smirks against my throat.
“Surprised?” he murmurs, rolling his hips and letting me feel every inch of him.
I swallow, pressing my nails into his back. “A little.”
He chuckles, low and rough, his grip tightening.
“Trust me, Princess,” he rasps, dragging his lips back up my jaw. “You’ll like it.”
I shiver, but I don’t back down. Instead, I press closer, dragging my nails down his chest and letting my fingers graze the belt at his waist.
“And what makes you think I won’t find out for myself?” I breathe.
Lucio groans, biting at my bottom lip—a sharp warning—before he grinds against me again, the metal pressing exactly where I need it.
“One more word and I’ll fuck you right here in this alley, Princess.” His voice is nothing but pure, dark sin.
A challenge. A threat.
I breathe him in, drunk on the moment, on the power between us. But I don’t answer. I just smirk, slow and dangerous. His gaze darkens.
And then he kisses me again.
Lucio’s mouth is hot, demanding, and punishing. His kiss is an intoxicating mix of possession and restraint. I don’t know which is worse: the way he takes or the way he holds back.
Because he’s holding back. I can feel it in the way his grip tightens on my waist. In the way his hips roll against mine,letting me feel every inch of his cock—thick, hot, hard—before pulling away just enough to keep me aching for more.
I whimper against his lips, frustrated, burning, my nails digging into his back.
