Page 42 of Unruly Obsession
“Hmmm,” I hum, not at all liking the vague answer, but who am I to ask for her secrets? I unzip the dress, my gaze roaming over her exposed skin. My cock twitches, and I swallow hard.
She’s so incredibly smooth, so opposite to me in every way. So polished and yet perfectly cracked.
“Lorenzo,” she says quietly, and it brings me out of my fixation. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?” I ask, my voice gravelly. I hate the restraint I have to impose on myself around this woman.
She's too tempting.
She turns, facing me again as she swallows and looks up at me through her eyelashes. “Like you want to break me.”
I chuckle because wanting to break her is an understatement. “Well, you’ve been a brat. You should be punished in some way.” Her gaze dips down to where my cock is pressing against my pants. “Why are you really upset tonight?”
“I told you. It's because?—”
“You told me only part of the reason,” I say, placing my hands up against the mirror on either side of her and leaning into her space. “I know I’m not the only one you’re angry with.” My shoulders bunch. It’s the only way I can make sure I don’t put my hands on her.
To feel her curves.
Tempted to taste her.
Curious how tight she'll be around my cock.
My jaw tics. This woman and her fucking floral scent are slowly undoing me. I’m no better than a starved man begging for his next meal. But I can’t submit.
Something soft and vulnerable shifts in her gaze. The flicker of the sweet Lily I’ve come to know. “My father set me up on a date in two weeks. I have no choice but to go.”
“You always have a choice.”
“No, I don’t.” She looks away, but I grip her chin to force her to look back up at me.
“You’re not wearing this fucking dress on a date,” I warn her.
Her eyebrows furrow. “You don’t own me.”
“No, I don’t, because you’d know if I did,” I growl, irritated by her defiance.
“Is everything okay in there?” a saleswoman calls from the other side of the curtain.
“We’re fine,” I bark, not breaking eye contact with Lily.
“O-okay. Just let me know if you need anything,” the woman replies before leaving.
Lily bites her bottom lip, and I can’t help but track the movement. I want to be biting those fucking lips. Tension crackles between us. I know I should step back, leave the room, and wait until she’s done. But I can’t move. I’m trying my fucking hardest right now to restrain my own demons, because if I don’t, I might reach out for her instead.
“I’m stressed,” she admits quietly, “and just need a release.” A guttural sound comes from my core. “Or maybe… I need to be…punished?” She says the last word uncertainly. She doesn’t know what she’s asking of me. Has no idea the thousands of ways I can make her break apart and never come back the same.
And yet I’m reminded that I’m only a man. No matter how much I’ve tried to rid myself of my need for her, I want to taste her at least once.
“You don’t know what you’re asking,” I grit out as my cock strains painfully against my pants.
A spark lights in her gaze, probably surprise that I haven’t berated her for trying to tempt me. She raises her hand and cups my cheek.
The gentle touch is so foreign, I pull back from it. I can see the shift in her demeanor the moment she takes it as rejection, so I quickly say, “I don’t do sweet, Sunshine. But if you need a release, how about I help you with that instead of you taking it out on my bank account? You’ve been a terror tonight.”
“I—” Before she can spout any excuses, I grab her delicate throat. She’s stunned into silence as I press her back against the mirror and encroach farther into her space.
I rub my thumb over her neck thoughtfully. It’d be so easy to break. She’s so small. Meek at times. But I know the truth about her. I see the woman beneath waiting to break free. Both are beautiful. Both are temptations.
