Page 4 of Deadly Obsession

He closes his eyes as I skim my hands up to remove the shirt. When it falls to the floor, more tattoos riddling hisshoulders and arms are revealed to me. My fingertips ghost over the design on the left: a snake hidden within greenery, slithering down his arm and its fanged mouth open and aligned with his thumb and index finger.

Boss sighs, but he doesn’t move. He also doesn’t stop me.

On his right arm is a design of butterflies perched on black roses and green vines down to his wrist where there’s a name and words written in script.

In Loving Memory.

Imogen.

She’s someone he lost. A grandmother? Mother? Sister? Wife?

It doesn’t matter. This person meant enough for him to immortalize their name in ink. I bring the inside of his wrist to my mouth and kiss the name.

His body freezes when my lips gently press over the permanent memorial.

Then something flips inside him, and he jerks his arm away.

He drops his pants to the ground and tears open another condom packet, rolling it onto his still hard cock. I yelp when he grabs hold of my dress and literally rips it off my body.

What the actual fuck?

With his hands on my hips, he drags me to the couch and once he sits, I mount him.

Fine.

He wants it rough and dirty?

That’s what he’ll get.

I sink down his length and groan at the feel of him inside me. As if he wasn’t inside me just minutes ago.

I hate how controlling he’s being, but at the same time, my body wants to be dominated. I’m confused and turned on.

Which is why I slap him.

His head jerks to the side, his eyes are wide, clearly not expecting the sting of my palm. I don’t give him time to react to the slap and start moving my hips. He moans, his head falling back against the couch—all is forgiven.

With his thick neck exposed to me, I wrap both of my hands around it. They barely reach halfway around his throat. I’d never be able to successfully incapacitate him.

Maybe that’s why he lets me choke him.

“Come for me, Boss.”

He growls and takes hold of my hips, holding me in place while he thrusts up into me.

“Elias,” he grunts, fucking me hard enough that I’m confident I won’t be able to walk properly for the next few days.

“What?”

“My. Name. Is. Elias.” The words are enunciated with each thrust. “Say it. I want to hear my name on your lips when I make you fall apart.”

My grip on his throat fails as lust builds within me. I let go, allowing Elias to lean down to catch the peak of my breast with his mouth. He grazes my hard nipple with his teeth before lashing his tongue over it.

He lifts his right hand off my hip and brings it to my mouth.

“Open.”

I do, and he shoves two fingers inside.