Page 86 of His Darkest Obsession

The kiss is gentle at first, like a whisper of gratitude wrapped in warm water and steam. But as her fingers weave into my hair, something shifts. Hunger slips into both our veins, and her tongue rises eagerly to meet mine.

Hot water beats down on us, and her lips part to invite me deeper. I accept without hesitation to taste her completely and fully. She places one hand against my chest and pushes me back against the wall while her other hand wraps around my cock.

“Am I your wife?” she asks.

“Yes,” I answer without hesitation.

“Your real wife?”

“Yes,” I say. “And I swear I’ll protect you until the end of my life.”

“Do you mean it?”

“Yes.”

She searches my eyes for the lie. When she doesn’t find it, she pushes me against the wall, stands on her tiptoe, and kisses me once gently on my throat as her hand starts to move up and down on my cock.

Then, her lips leave mine, and she continues to look me in the eyes as her kisses start moving lower and lower. Trailing down the base of my neck. Past the tattoos inked on my chest. Mapping every ridge of my ab.

Until finally, she kneels before me, and both her hands start moving along the pulsing length of my rock-hard cock.

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INDIGO

Reckless…

That should be the only word echoing in my mind right now, but it isn’t. I stare up at Anatoly as hot water rains down all around us.

But for the first time in two years, I no longer want it to scald me.

Not with how hot and smooth his massive cock feels in my hands. Not with how it seems to pulse in time with my own stuttering heart each time I run my hand to the thick base and draw back to the red engorged head.

It felt so massive in my hand when I held it without seeing. But now that it’s in front of me… I shiver as anticipation rushes through me, and I wonder if I can even fit it in my mouth.

I scoot closer to him on my knees, and he opens his legs apart to let me in. Warm water runs down my back and my nipples brush against his powerful thighs. Each point of contact sends another spark of pleasure rushing through me. I squeeze his cock as Islow my movement, and feel how hard it pounds between my hands until a single drop of precum beads at the head.

“Fuck,printsessa.” He throws his head back, just like he had against the car before we were so rudely interrupted by thunder and lightning.

Did he know I was ready to fuck him back there?

Of course he knows, I think. There’s no way that he couldn’t have known. He must’ve known from the desperate way that I kissed him. He must’ve felt it from the urgency I unbuttoned him and grabbed at his belt.

And he definitely knew when I started grinding my pussy against his rock-hard cock under the rain.

Then why didn’t he fuck me? Or is this still part of our game? Even though both of us know that I lost this game a long time ago.

Is he still waiting for me to beg?

I bite my lip without realizing, and his eyes darken as he stares at me. Another drop of precum beads at the tip. And this time, when my hand moves from root to tip, it falls, trailing a strand of silk behind it.

I open my mouth to catch the drop without thinking, and taste him—salty and sweet all at once.

The muscles of his body tighten and flex, glistening with water. The tattoos that cover his body seem to come alive as I continue to stroke faster and faster.

“Did it feel good?” I breathe as I rise slightly so that his cock is inches away from my mouth. “Killing those men for me?”

Anatoly's jaw tightens, and his hand reaches forward until it fists in my hair.