Page 44 of Unruly Obsession
So fucking beautiful.
Too fucking perfect.
I insert two fingers again, stretching her as I continue to suck and pump into her. She clings to me, her perfectly manicured nails digging in as a slight tremor begins in her hooked leg.
“I’m going to—to?—”
Her sweet cunt squeezes around my fingers as she floods my hand, her entire body bending toward me, but I hold her upright. Now it’s about my reward as I take everything she’s willing to offer me.
She shudders, her fingers loosening their grip, and a small hand begins to feather through my hair, as if petting me. When I look up, she has a small smile on her face. A contented expression that is far more beautiful than any other I’ve seen on her face.
This is what she should be walking around looking like. Then again, I don’t want any other fucker seeing her like this.
My hold on her hips tightens, and I rein in that dangerous thought.
I'm losing myself to her. An abnormality that I don’t entirely understand.
“Don’t be too cruel to my card in this shop,” I tell her as I unhook her leg from my shoulder and then stand. Her eyebrows crowd in confusion as she reaches out for my cock, which is pressing painfully against my pants. A low, guttural warning growl escapes me.
“I want to please you as well,” she says quietly.
I’m not willing to tarnish her any further.
I need to make sure she doesn’t become attached.
I’m not a hero or knight in shining armor. But when she looks at me like that, it makes me wish I were a better man, if only for a second.
I’ve never once thought about the blood on my hands or the deeds that I’ve committed. But all of them make me irrevocably unworthy of touching this woman.
I kick up an arrogant smirk. “This was your punishment, Sunshine. At least now, when you’re on that date, wearing this dress, your own cum smeared on the inside from where I ate you out, you’ll be thinking of me.”
Her jaw drops, that scowl reappearing.
I step out of her grip and pick up the Cartier bag, knowing more than likely she’s about to rain hell on my card. So be it if that’s what will make her feel better about me being an ass. I can’t offer her what she clearly wants.
It’s not just sex for Lily Taylor. No, she’s a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve.
For once, I can’t be the monster, especially when I can’t be what she needs most.
A good man.
18
LILY
Icontinue arranging the flowers, ignoring Lorenzo as he places the iced tea at the edge of the counter. He hasn’t commented on my silence. I don’t think clearly around him. Whenever we interact, I lose all common sense. I’m still furious with him for bugging my hairpin and barging into my family's dinner last week. And yet that same night, I let him get me off, and he paid for all the stuff I bought. It doesn’t make any sense.
I watch him from the corner of my eye as he walks into the back of the shop. I have no understanding of his financial circumstances, but he's obviously got more money than the average bodyguard if he can purchase those items for me without batting an eye. It only further confuses me as to who he actually is. And it’s not something I should be showing any interest in.
We’ve fallen into a weird pattern. He comes to the shop with me, silently helping me when I haven’t asked him, then goes in the back, often taking phone calls or working on his laptop. He looks more like a receptionist than a man involved with the Mafia.
I haven’t heard from either of my parents since the night of the dinner, and it's got me concerned. I wish Lorenzo hadn't seen any of that. I don’t have any loyalty to my father to cover up his secret, but for my mother's sake, I remain quiet.
She practically denied everything I said to her in the garden that night, the memory infuriating me.
“Has he had any… outburstslately?” I asked her, and her eyebrows furrowed as she looked at me as if I’d gone mad. Using the word "outburst" seems easier for her to comprehend what I’m really asking.
“Don’t be silly, Lily.” She tried to laugh it off. “Everything is fine.”
