Page 98 of Unruly Obsession
I immediately want to argue, but the words fall short on my lips, hindered by the way she earnestly stares at me. She’s the strongest woman I’ve ever fucking met, and I’m so proud of her for standing her ground. But, fuck me, she couldn’t make it any more challenging. Yet I cling to the ray of hope like a starved man.
“You can forgive me?” I ask, confirming if I heard her correctly. “Any sane woman would run the other way. Lily, I’m not good for you. You couldn’t possibly be suggesting you want to give this a go?” Despite my yearning, I naturally betray myself, still offering her an out because I know it’ll be my damnation.
I’ll never let her go, even when I know I’m not the best choice for her. Even when I know my hands are bloody and tainted and shouldn’t touch something as precious as a woman like this. Even when it terrifies me that the last person I had love for fell off a cliff edge at the age of five. What if I can’t protect Lily forever either? What if I only disappoint her and ruin what might’ve been a normal life for her?
Her hands pull me in by the shirt, and her lips crash against mine, the gentle caress of a woman I’ve been pushing away for years, ever since the very first time she kissed me.
I consume her, my body crushing her against the car as I cup her jaw and take as much as she’s willing to give me. Fuck, I’m a starved man.
My cock strains against my pants, begging to feel her, if only once more.
She pulls away momentarily, and her rejection causes a cold sweat to run over me, because right now I want to beg her for a second chance. I’ve never been hopeful. Everything I’ve done has always been calculated, but for the first time in my life, I’m willing to selfishly get my hopes up, to try to imagine a life where she’s in it instead of shunning me.
“Maybe I’m not a sane woman. It doesn’t make sense to me either, but I know I want to be with you, Lorenzo. But you have to promise me—” Her voice breaks. “I can’t step into this if you plan to cage me and treat me like some gentle thing. Just in the same way, I won’t pretend like you’re a man who doesn’t have blood on his hands.”
She stares at me, begging, and I see her. All of her. The unsaid words and the way they make me feel like I’ve failed her. Did she think I was just like her father? A man with no control over his violent tendencies? To some degree, that might be true, but if she says she’s willing to accept that part of me, then can’t I change my ideal for her even a fraction?
“I don’t want you to get hurt.” That’s the truth. But I also selfishly want her. “Tomorrow, you do everything I say. That’s not up for discussion.”
She lets out a shaky breath as any type of control we might’ve had snaps, and she jumps into my waiting arms, her legs immediately wrapping around my hips. I kiss her, milking the little moans that escape her, and devour every fucking one. I never want to lose her trust again.
For her, I need to become a better man. I don’t know how much I can grow, but I’m willing to dedicate my life to making myself worthy of her. To make sure she’s protected. To make sure she’s happy. To always ensure that she’s mine.
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LILY
We don’t even make it to the bedroom. He props me against the kitchen counter as I undo his belt and zipper, and he’s pushing my dress over my hips. How I’ve missed his touch, and the desperation shows as I bite and tug at his lip.
I’ve missed him more than words can express, even when I tried to deny my feelings and depend on logic. A man like Lorenzo Moretti should not be the man of my dreams, but I’ve never experienced a connection—more like an obsession—that’s felt so right and fueled me to be better in unconventional ways.
“Fuck, I need a condom,” Lorenzo hisses, but I grab his cock and line him up with my throbbing pussy. It's begging for him to break me in two.
“I’m on birth control,” I pant, desperately trying to push myself down on his cock.Fuck, I forgot how big he is.
He grabs my hips, impaling me. I cry out, my nails running down his back as I adjust to his size, but he’s unrelenting as he pounds into me like a madman. My back grinds against the kitchen counter. Something smashes, but neither of us lookstoward it. I cling to him, something inside of me coming to its finality.
I love Lorenzo.
Deeply.
Madly.
Even when it doesn’t make sense, I still want to make him mine.
He continues thrusting into me, and I lift my legs higher for a better angle, until he flips me over, my toes barely touching the floor, and then he’s fucking me from behind. His hand threads through my hair and yanks, jarring my neck, and I thrive off of it.
“You’ve driven me absolutely fucking insane these past few months,” he growls, slamming his frustration into me. I meet his pace, letting all the anger, pain, and frustration out on his cock.
“Yeah, well, you’re kind of an asshole,” I bite back through panting breaths.
His lips find the nape of my neck. His other hand wraps around the front of my throat, and a comforting warmth trickles through me as he slowly squeezes.
Home.
Safe.
A security I’ve been praying for, for as long as I can remember.
