Page 128 of Deadly Obsession

I need more.

“Take off your clothes and fist your cock,” I say.

I lean back on the table and watch Elias remove his shirt. I’ve explored the mesmerizing ink across his expansive chest and thick arms more times than I can count, and I can never get enough. The same theme along his chest and arms continues down his thighs and legs: roses and greenery, guns, knives, and snakes.

When his underwear is off, his dick springs up, pointing directly at me. Elias steps between my legs.

“Not yet,” I tsk. “I want to watch you touch yourself.”

Elias closes his eyes, the lids fluttering at my words. He takes hold of his cock and slowly strokes the shaft.

“Faster.”

“I can’t. I’ll come, and I’m not coming unless it’s inside you.”

I slap him.

His head whips to the side, and his hand pauses mid-stroke. I cover my mouth with my palm, failing to hold in my giggles.

“Sage,” he warns.

“That’s for being a brat,” I say. “Brats don’t get to come until I say so.”

Chase grunts, but I ignore him, relishing the fact that he can’t look away. That he gets to see what it’s like to please a woman.

“Touch. Yourself,” I order, and Elias resumes fisting his cock.

He grits his teeth, I assume to stop himself from coming. I lock eyes with him as I pinch and pull my nipples.

“So good, Boss,” I whisper.

He growls and before I can give him his next order, he’s grabbing my legs and shoving his cock inside me.

“Not fair!” I scream, which turns into a moan when Elias drives into me like a madman. “Fuck, yes, Boss.”

He kisses me. It’s raw and consuming, and his teeth catch on my lips. I taste blood, but I don’t care because I’ve never had a man lust over me the way that Elias does.

It’s slightly toxic... definitely full of red flags... but it doesn’t matter because they’re my red flags now.

Because he’s my husband.

Mine.

“Please,” I whimper against Elias’s mouth.

“Tell me what you need,” he nearly growls.

“Make me come. Please. I need to come.”

His hand finds my neck again, and I can’t stop the moan when his grip tightens. He pistons into me harder, the loud slaps echoing around the cold, dim room. My vision blurs from his strong hold around my neck. It’s skirting that wonderful line between pain and pleasure.

When my eyes begin to droop from the lack of oxygen, Elias lets go and the relief of getting air while getting fucked so brutally has my body erupting with a second orgasm.

Elias pumps a few more times before he spills his cum inside me.

He rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. I rub my hands up and down his back—something he rarely lets me do. He usually grabs me by the wrist and gently shoves my hands away.

Not this time.