Page 49 of Throne of Obsession

His mouth refuses to leave mine, kissing me like I’m his lifeline. My once-forgotten nipple clamps are released, the sensation of relief, pain, and pleasure zips over me, causing me to moan.

This man can kiss. The sound of his zipper echoes around us before his hands land on my ass and I’m lifted up. I’m brought down onto his cock, my legs wrapping around his hips as he fucks me.

My body thrums with Max touching me. He brings a sense of comfort that I’ve never had with anyone before. His lips release mine, and he’s wearing a soft expression, his eyes dark and shining. He makes a show of latching onto my nipple and sucking, knowing he has my complete and utter attention. It is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

My orgasm builds once again as his cock thickens inside me, stretching me further. I come hard before he places me back on my feet and his come streams onto my stomach and pussy. His hands smear it in. “You look gorgeous covered in my come.”

He’s back kissing me again, pulling my body in close, not caring if he gets some of his semen on himself.

“I can’t share you anymore, Sienna. I’m done competing with Dante. You’re not to go back to Throne of Sin.”

I don’t register his words at first. He unlocks me, my wrists bursting with pins and needles with the extra blood flow when they come down.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“It’s driving me too crazy. I’m slipping when I shouldn’t be.”

My spine straightens, wanting to fight him on this, but what’s the point? I plan on leaving anyway. Why waste our last moments fighting?

“Fine,” I concede.

“Sienna, you’re mine and not going back there.” He’s so damn handsome when he gets riled up and all possessive. “Wait, what?”

His eyes narrow, not expecting me to give in so easily.

“Max, I just let you tattoo my ass and give me a mind-blowing orgasm. Let’s just enjoy our time right now. Maybe when I come back to my senses, I’ll fight you on it, but for now, let’s enjoy our time.”

“Damn right, you’re going to listen to me like a good girl,” he teases, still watching me with caution like I’m going to change my mind any moment.

“Lay down with me.” I crawl onto the bed, lying on my untattooed side. He’s still watching me with hesitation. “If you don’t take your spot, I’ll call Brute over and he will.”

Max shakes his head but crawls onto the bed and holds me in his arms.

Chapter 25: Max

I’mgoingoverthefamily’s bank accounts trying to figure out how someone has stolen a half million dollars without anyone batting an eye. Every account is the same. Small amounts that fly under the radar.

I go to the surveillance I placed on Sienna, but she doesn’t open those bank accounts. I dig deeper, trying to find where this money has been transferred. I stare at the name for a half hour, not believing it. Sienna Levine.

My blood runs cold. Sienna loves my brother like family. She lovesme. How could we all be so blind to this? An iciness drips into me, refreezing my thawing heart. I don’t want to believe it.

There has to be a glitch or a reason for it. My fingers strum on the desk before I shut everything off. I know better than to jump into the deep end and assume the worst, because if it is true, my family will murder her. It won’t matter what I say or do. I can’t protect her from this and I’d never be able to forgive my family.

My hand pulls at the skin of my face and I blow out a breath. My mind is a gigantic raging beast that’s clearly not thinking straight. I could hide this for her and tell Romeo and Dante I came up empty. All rational thoughts have flown the coop. I could kill them before they get to her. The only thing my future holds is red of some sort. Red from her blood, from my family’s blood, or from mine. It doesn’t matter. Everything has changed in the blink of an eye.

Just like the past. Fear of the unknown pushes the hairs up along my arms. The smell of the pig farm Romeo and I had to endure fills my nostrils, although there’s no rational reason for this to happen. Memories of having to butcher and dispose of so many come to the forefront of my mind.

I used to see their faces when I slept, when I woke, until one day I made the conscious decision to not give a fuck anymore. I went hunting on my own soon after that. The faces disappeared, I lost my humanity, as my brother used to say.

He always teased me that a woman would bring it back, but I don’t think anyone could’ve foreseen her also being the one to take it away again. If these feelings are what I’m missing, I want none of it. It was easier before, when I wasn’t contemplating killing my family, or the woman I love, because I won’t survive it if either of those jobs are passed down to me.

Don’t get ahead of yourself…

She may have a logical explanation. I’m heading toward her apartment before I realize I’m halfway there.

The vibration from hitting her door over and over again rattles up and down my forearm before I open the door myself. Her suitcase is at the door and she’s standing there, shell-shocked by my intrusion. Brute wags his tail, happy to see me, but Sienna’s face shows none of that happiness. Her hair has been changed to a deep scarlet red that matches blood when it first hits oxygen.

I storm in, my adrenaline leading the way, and I see a fucking piece of paper on the table with my name. My eyes scan the micro room and see all of Brute’s shit in one pile. My eyes glance back to the paper and I pick it up while keeping Sienna in my sight at all times. She stands there, not moving. Good fucking thing because I like when she’s tied up and at my mercy.

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