Page 64 of Twisted Obsession

“You should answer it,” she suggested. Her face was as serious as mine had turned. I eased from the bed and swiped the face of my phone.

“Yeah.”

“Ansel, get down here! We found the last one,” came Marcus’ voice. “This motherfucker is also claiming that he doesn’t work for the Dominquez family.”

My face bunched. “I’m on my way,” I uttered through clench teeth as my gaze remained pinned on Gina.

Although she knew I’d be leaving, she appeared more concerned than upset. The dead bastard we were about to torture wasn’t going anywhere, so I climbed my ass back onto that bed and worked her pussy until she came all over my tongue.

Her harsh breathing and the clinking of metal sounded as I undid her cuffs and freed her hands. The cuffs were left dangling from the chains and attached to the headboard. I sat before her as she drew her knees into her chest and set her chin atop them. The big smile on her face was all I needed to see.

My finger stroked the side of her knee. I hadn’t had enough of her. The idea of having to leave caused a lump of emotion to gather in my throat, but I choked it down.

“I’ll see you later,” flowed from my mouth before I stood and dashed off, dick still hard. I hadn’t given her time to say whatever brimmed on the tip of her tongue. Any word or action from her would have stopped me from doing my job as her protector.

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