Page 72 of The Don's Forbidden Obsession

It didn’t go unnoticed.

“Enzo!” I called out loudly.

Immediately, he burst through the door.

“Boss?” He asked quickly. “Shit!” he bellowed, seeing my arm. “She do that?!”

“No,” I said. “Go get the first-aid kit.”

He nodded, and turned on his heel, running into the hallway. There was shuffling in the distance, and he returned moments later. He placed the kit on the bed next to me. “I’ll be right out here,” he warned her. “If you try anything with him, I’ll shoot you.”

I chuckled despite the pain and watched him leave, the door slowly creaking closed behind him.

I watched her as she worked, my body reacting to her every move. Her touch was gentle yet firm, and the sensation of her fingers grazing against my skin sent a jolt of electricity through my body, sparking what I thought was a dormant flame inside of me.

As her fingers lingered after dressing my wound, I locked eyes with her.

It was almost as if an unspoken understanding passed between us.

Her fingers danced slowly over my muscles, taking them in.

My breath slowed to a near halt.

Every nerve in my body screamed.

It was a dangerous temptation beckoning me closer as the air crackled with intense electricity all around us.

Time slowed as we looked at one another. Our eyes pierced through each other as if we were searching one another's souls.

The space between us was becoming smaller, and my lips slowly hovered just inches away from hers. My emotions flooded through me.

I knew how fragile this moment was.

I knew the consequences of going further.

“How does it feel?” she asked, and although I knew she was asking about the wound., it felt like more.

Each syllable of her words spread over my skin.

My body tingled with warmth.

I didn’t want her to stop touching me. Not by a long shot. Why did I want her like this? How had she done this to me? Every motion of her fingers on my skin made me more alive than the previous second.

Turned on in ways I didn't even know were possible.

My lips crashed against hers without even so much as a moment’s notice. She squealed in response, kissing me back.

I pulled back for a moment, tracing the outline of her lips with my thumb. "You have perfect lips," I said before nipping them with another kiss. I wanted nothing more than to explore her mouth and have her mouth explore me. All of me.

Heatedly, she lunged forward, her hands on me. Mine on hers.

I pulled back again, almost breathless.

"I want to touch you. And I want you to touch me,” I gasped. “But this isn’t a … prisoner proposition.”

She nodded, breathless.

She could easily kick me in the nads and run out the door.

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