Page 67 of Tainted Obsession 1
I open my throat and welcome him deep into my mouth, finally managing to take his full length. He comes with a roar, releasing his hot seed into me. I swallow every precious drop, laying claim to everything he gives me. I take ownership of his pleasure, his body. In this moment, this powerful, perfect man is all mine.
He thrusts his hips toward my face one final time, and his hand hits the wall for support as he releases the last of his cum with a harsh curse.
He pulls free from my mouth and reaches for me, lifting me into his arms before laying me out on the massive four poster bed. He falls onto the mattress beside me, as though his knees are giving out.
His chest heaves with heavy breaths, and he’s looking at me with awe.
He tugs at the tie on my robe, pulling it free and parting the soft fabric to reveal my body. I wear nothing but the stunning necklace. The teardrop diamond rests in the hollow between my collarbones, the subtle weight making me aware of each of my thumping heartbeats.
I’m content to simply lay with him in the aftermath of the intense connection we just shared, but he’s not finished with me.
He presses a kiss against the diamond that adorns me and marks me as his. Then his lips trail lower, worshipping my breasts just as I paid reverence to his perfect body. His tongue flicks over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight to my clit. It aches, desperate for his merciful touch.
He kisses his way down my belly. Just before he reaches my clit, he pulls back slightly.
“Please!” I whine, my fingers tangling in his hair to pull him closer.
He doesn’t shift an inch in my greedy grip, and his wolfish, arrogant smile makes my core contract with fresh arousal.
“Keep your eyes on me.” He repeats the command he issued when I had my mouth on him.
I watch as he lowers his stunning face to my pussy. His eyes glimmer as he fixes me in his burning stare. He parts my swollen folds with his thumbs, exposing me completely. He hovers so close to my most intimate, vulnerable area that I feel each of his hot breaths.
“Please…” I tug at his hair, and his low chuckle is almost cruel.
“I do love when you beg,dolcezza. Are you aching for me?”
“Yes,” I moan.
He swirls his fingers through the arousal that coats my thighs. “Is this from taking my cock in your mouth? Did swallowing my cum make you this wet?”
“Yes. It’s for you,” I pant. “All for you.”
The words are like a trigger, and he buries his face between my legs. He devours me like he’s been starving for a taste of my desire. His low groan rumbles through my core, the vibration driving me wild. I rock my hips against him, rubbing myself against his tongue as the pleasure builds. My entire body coils tight, ecstasy gathering deep inside me.
“Massimo. Please, Massimo…” I whisper his name like a prayer, like an offering to my new god. He controls my pleasure and commands my full carnal attention.
My gaze never wavers from his as he feasts on me, working me into a frenzy with his clever tongue.
His teeth lightly graze my clit, the sensation so intense that it blurs the boundary between pain and pleasure. I come apart on a scream, my entire body shaking with the power of my orgasm. It rips through me in a tidal wave, claiming my entire being. My legs clamp around him, and my fingers tangle in his curls as I grind against his beautiful face.
He laughs, a lust-drunk sound that sends more waves of pleasure shuddering through me. He revels in my ecstatic release, just as I found bliss in making him come undone.
He licks me through the aftershocks of my orgasm, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my shaking body. He presses one final kiss to my clit. I jerk with a soft cry, then go limp. My limbs feel heavy, even as my mind floats in an ecstatic high that I’ve only ever experienced with Massimo.
His powerful body enfolds mine, blanketing me in warmth. He traces the outline of the diamond with his tongue, a reverent caress. I accepted his gift, the sign that I belong with him.
And I don’t feel so much as a flicker of unease. He didn’t give it to me in an effort to make me indebted to him. It is a mark of his ownership, but not his control. He will never leverage the extravagant gift to guilt or coerce me. He adorns me because it makes him happy. He’s pleased and proud to take care of me, to provide for me.
And some secret part of me I’m not ready to fully acknowledge glows in response to his possessiveness.
Chapter 27
Massimo
Ikeep Evelyn tucked protectively under my arm as I guide her the short distance from the armored SUV to the club entrance. The wealthy neighborhood where Duarte and Rodríguez meet to conduct their business stands in sharp contrast to the rest of the impoverished town. The small haven of opulence is surrounded by a ring of squalor, which is hemmed in by miles of wild jungle.
The wealth disparity disgusts me, but my contempt is directed at those who choose to remain in poverty, not the elites who rule over their territory. Any of them could choose to work with the cartel, to do what’s necessary to lift their families up out of their shitty circumstances.
