Page 72 of His Darkest Obsession
Please!I plead with my eyes as I lose the ability to speak.
My orgasm is coming.
I can feel it.
I...
I—
FUCK!
OH FUCK!
Heat blooms, and then explodes through my body, and I come violently against his hand. My pussy clenches around his thick fingers, and fresh ripples of pleasure crashes through me. I grip his cock harder, and I shriek again and again and again.
“Indigo…” he gasps. His brows knit together from exertion, and I know what he’s about to do a second before it happens.
Hot ropey spurts shoot forward, splashing my fingers, my thighs, the valley between my breasts, and even a few drops on my chin.
We stay like that for a few moments, and he continues to look at me as his cock twitches in my hand and spills more drops of his semen. But for the first time, I see something else shimmering behind his glacier blue eyes.
Something that tells me that he meant every word when he told me that I am his wife.
Something that tells me that I have nothing to be jealous about from the girl he threw aside.
Something that tells me that I have nothing to fear.
So long as I’m next to him.
25
ANATOLY
THREE DAYS LATER
Nightfall usually bringsme certainty from my fevered thoughts. But not tonight.
Roma sits across the desk from me in my office in Manhattan. I needed the excuse to step away from the mansion for just a moment. Not because I want to.
But because I need to.
It’s funny, I’m in the same place where I once told my brother that I was going to put the mayor in my pocket by killing someone. And somehow, not only have I married the person I was going to kill, but I’m on the verge of doing somethingmuchmore reckless than that.
Just how the fuck did it get so complicated so quickly?
Exactly like I expected, mother called me yesterday to tell me that I had no right to beat the shit out of Vassily. I didn’t even bother listening to the rest of what she had to say.
Vassily deserved every fucking broken bone in his face, and she fucking knows it.
After I hung up on her, she sent over a text telling me that Taras Volkov now knows. And if Taras fucking Volkov knows, then that means Lola and her brother Grisha know as well.
So yeah, I was already in a pretty bad fucking mood when Romacalled me, telling me that we need to talk.
Now here I am.
Maybe it’s for the best, I think. Maybe I need some time to cool off away from Indigo. When I saw the indents on her face left by my mother’s nails, I was fucking ready to kill. I know that if you were to go ask my brothers or my mother why I didn’t, they’ll say it’s because I still cared. About blood. About family. About fuckingprotocol.
That’s not it.
