Page 59 of Unruly Obsession
Never would I have imagined that this woman would impact me the way she does. Her tenacity in continuously talking back to me when I thought she’d be my easiest mission yet. But she surprises me at every turn, those lips far more suited to other things than running her mouth.
Fuck. I lean back. It’s been so long. I haven’t touched another woman since being given this mission, and the wait… It all feels worth it now.
Her small hands palm my shaft, her mouth unable to take all of me.
I want to see her break around my cock.
I’m an asshole. The worst for taking something so pure and beautiful and wanting to dirty it up, but my cock throbs with every stroke of her tongue. Every depraved thought that she’s about to come undone in front of me.
My fingers curl, and I curse under my breath as I blow into her mouth, shoving my cock in farther than she’s taken it yet. But like a good girl, she swallows.
She sucks and slurps, coaxing more out of my sensitive cock. Maybe not such a good girl. She seems pleased with herself as she pulls her head back, licking at the tip of my cock, all while never breaking our eye contact.
The tension that bunched her shoulders only moments ago seems to recede as she licks her lips, and I can’t help but trail my thumb over the bottom one, making sure not one drop goes to waste, and wishing I were stuffing her cunt with my cock instead.
But I’m not ready to tarnish her in that way because a small part of me understands it’ll change our relationship entirely.
I shove my cock back into my pants and zip them up before redoing the belt. “Such a good fucking girl.”
She straightens ever so slightly, and I try not to smirk at her immediate reaction to being praised. It’s as if she were built just for me.
A subtle movement in my peripheral vision grabs my attention, and I push Lily to the ground, covering her with my body as a gunshot goes off. Pain explodes against my arm, but I’m pulling out my gun, countering with two shots of my own.
The figure takes off, and I give chase, bursting through the cinema doors and looking toward the entrance where the intruder bolts out onto the street.
“Lorenzo!” Lily screams. Adrenaline courses through my veins. I can’t give chase, because if I do, she’ll be on her own.
I pull out my phone and call Sky as I stride over to her. “We’ve just been shot at. I need you and the other hounds to find the culprit.”
“Got it.” Sky shouldn’t be too far from the restaurant where he was watching over Lily, so with any luck, we’ll find the asshole quickly.
Lily’s ghostly white as I gently grab her arm. “We’re going to my place.”
“You’re bleeding,” she says, concerned, and I look down at my arm for the first time, adrenaline still coursing through me. I’ve had worse, but I don’t care about any of that. The moment I heard that gun go off, the gripping terror of the bullet hitting Lily was like an arrow to my heart.
Without a doubt, mission aside, I’m not willing to lose her.
24
LILY
“It’s fine. It’s just a graze,” Lorenzo says as we pull into the driveway of a house on the water.
“It’s not fine if you’re bleeding,” I grit out, becoming more irritated by his lunacy than anything else. It’s dark, so I can’t see much of the property from the outside, but when he leads me through the garage, I’m momentarily stunned by the beauty of the home.
It’s all dark woods and black leather in the living space, leading to an open kitchen with a long, black marble island. Skylights stretch across the ceiling, and large windows line the back wall, giving a spectacular view of the dock and city lights sparkling from across the water.
Lorenzo throws his car keys onto the counter, then turns, realizing I’ve stopped dead in my tracks. I don’t know what I expected his home to look like, but this wasn’t it. His eyebrows dip slightly, and I refocus on our argument.
“If you weren’t so hell-bent on not going to the hospital, I might not worry.” I come to a stop in front of him. “Don’t you have an underworld doctor or something?”
He raises an eyebrow, seemingly indifferent about the wound. I know he wants to chase whoever shot at us. He’s been firing off commands over the phone ever since we left the cinema. I’m still in complete shock that someone would actually shoot at us in a movie theater, of all places.
Yet, all I cared about washim.
“Unfortunately, it’s too early in the night to sneak into the veterinary clinic to see the doc,” he deadpans. My jaw drops. I don’t even know how to respond to that, then I see the slightest twitch of his lips.
“Are you seriously making a joke right now?”
