Page 58 of Unruly Obsession
LORENZO
“Will I bepunished?” she asks.
This woman is dangerous. I shouldn’t want her. Should definitely punish her for her bratty attitude, but even my patience and self-control are fraying.
She's too sweet.
Too innocent.
I know all of these things, but I’m still sitting beside her. Not because I’ve been ordered to, but because Iwantto.
“You can’t handle me, Sunshine. I told you that the night we met, and it remains the truth now,” I tell her honestly.
Being with her day in and day out has become a living hell beyond the means of simply babysitting. I’ve been profusely looking into her family affairs, betraying her in some ways and trying to set her free in others.
It all comes back to her.
This delicious temptation.
“Yet you’re the one telling me to make my own choices,” she says daringly, and slowly drops to her knees in front of me.
I put a finger under her chin, forcing her to look up at me. “Careful, little one. I’m not someone to be messed with.”
“So you keep saying. I’m starting to think your dick has a defect with how shy you are about bringing it out around me.”
I gently wrap my fingers around her throat, and a slow smile blossoms across her face. “Careful, sweetheart.”
Her body always tells me everything I need to know. She loves being forced into submission. She especially loves the pain.
Her fingers skirt up the inside of my leg and land on my belt. My jaw tics as I consider stopping her. I know I should, but dear God, she looks stunning on her knees. The black and white movie flashes on the screen behind her, silhouetting her like some kind of fucking angel.
But that sassy mouth of hers is all sin. And so, I let her undo my belt and zipper. When she frees my cock from my boxers, she gulps, and I can’t help the arrogant smirk.
“Is size a defect for you, sweetheart? Bitten off more than you can chew?”
She stares, dazed for a moment, and then she begins to laugh. I frown immediately.
“My dick doesn’t often get laughed at,” I growl.
She leans back, staring at it in disbelief. “I just, I don’t know if that will fit.”
“I’ll make sure it fits.”
Those bright-blue eyes blink innocently. I expect her to run. In fact, I pray she does because I don’t have it in me to fight temptation anymore. My other hand remains fastened to the armrest, ensuring I don’t grab her and allow whatever she’s willing to give me.
Her small hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss at her cool touch. My cock jumps at the slow strokes, and she stares into my eyes, as if looking for some weakness in my armor. Little does she realize, it’s slowly becoming her.
“I want your mouth wrapped around my cock, Sunshine. You’ve been particularly bratty lately, and we need to put thatattitude to good use.” I barely recognize the deep rumble of my voice.
Her breath hitches, but she leans up on her knees, and just as she’s about to lower her mouth over my cock, she glances around, as if suddenly remembering where we are. “That wasn’t a question,” I growl.
Her sharp gaze snaps back to my face, and I can see the determination in her eyes. Her desire to please me, even when I know she can’t fucking stand me.
Her tongue slides up the underside of my shaft, following the vein, before she widens her mouth to take me in.
“Fuck.” She’s so fucking perfect. I grip the armrest tighter, my other hand threading through her loose golden curls. I take everything she’s willing to give as my cock hits the back of her throat over and over again. “Such a good girl.”
So. Fucking. Perfect.
