Page 12 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

It feels as if I am no longer in control of my body. All the years of celibacy, of me vowing not to let a man touch me, dissolve—the frail threads holding me together unraveling. They fall, landing at his feet, powerless, just like me.

His eyes burn with a hunger that ignites mine.

When I fall on my back onto the bed, I don’t move and barely breathe, held captive by this desire, making me lose my mind.

I don’t know what is happening to me, but I’ll die if he doesn’t alleviate this ache that has been steadily growing into something so powerful it’s inescapable.

“Fuck. I have never seen someone so beautiful. You bewitch me,” he rasps.

No wonder he so easily pulls me into his intricate web of sinful promises. No good will come of this passion sizzling between us.

Enzo wraps his hand around my throat, giving it a light squeeze to signal that he’s the one in charge. The desire becomes unbearable—a fiery ball of lust rolling through my core.

He could snap my neck, yet I trust him to show me the world of carnal pleasures I’ve denied myself. His heady scent envelops me. I hold on to him with my fingers digging into his arms for support, even though he is the reason I tiptoe on the edge of an abyss waiting to swallow me whole.

His face lowers, and when his mouth covers mine, I don’t care about anything else but this exquisite feeling of his soft yet firm lips pressing into mine. His tongue spears my lips and conquers me with each swipe and nibble, making me delirious with want, craving more, everything.

An avalanche of sensations overwhelms me, and I suffocate, drowning in this passion he ignites in me. It’s like he steals the breath from my starving lungs while feeding me air in return, so I’ll need him to stay alive, breathing life into my cold body.

He doesn’t stop kissing me, doesn’t stop touching me with his free hand, grazing down my side. He holds onto my waist as if to make me feel both the power he has over me and how powerless he is in his desire for me.

I arch my back, needing everything in exchange for my surrender. It’s only fair. If I am to burn, then I want it all and more, never to forget—his forbidden touch and fiery kisses put an invisible stamp of ownership on me.

All my life, I’ve fought to be free, but I let him shackle me of my own accord—my will eradicated with a single demand.

This goes beyond madness, a connection forged in obsession, hand-crafted by fate itself. How else would my inability to kill him make sense? How else would he disregard his self-preservation?

His nose brushes along my cheek, and he whispers in my ear, “I am going to fuck you, Luciana, deep, hard, and long until you’ll feel me owning you from the inside out. Until you know who you belong to and never forget.”

Biting into my earlobe, a zap of pleasure shoots through me and he continues, not caring that I can’t think straight. “You’ll crave my cock as if you were made to take me. I’ll make you mine. Make you surrender for me to have you, for us to become one.”

A tremor rocks me. I should hate his claim, deny and rebut his every word, but I can’t find it in me. I can’t make it that easy for him either, so I bite into his chest.

My teeth marks cover his skin, and he groans low when I lick the afflicted skin. “Big words for someone who has more luck than brains.”

His throat rumbles with laughter, those deep sounds blanketing me in a teasing playfulness. It’s spectacular to give yourself to someone while being you—unapologetically.

“You shake in my arms, and I haven’t even started. I’ll make you choke on your words.”

I know he’ll keep his word. He peels my silk top off so sensually, slowly, to drive me insane. I let myself fall and fall until maybe I’d hit my head hard enough to wake up from this trance.

A low sound of appreciation rolls out of his mouth, my upper body exposed to his greedy eyes that make me feel beyond sexy.

“Fuck, you’re spectacular.” His wicked tongue seduces me further.

“Take your fill. We want you to enjoy your last days.”

“Mm-hmm. Let me have my fill of you first. I’ll pay in blood for this after all.”

I’ll pay in blood too for this mistake, but I don’t find it in me to stop while I still can. This will most probably cost me everything.

He trails kisses down my neck to the valley of my breasts. Through the lace, he grazes his teeth over my nipple as he pulls the other breast out, revealing it, and then he exposes the other. My nipples are two stiff peaks flashing at him to soothe their need.

Pleasure floods my insides as he plays with my nipples, tweaking and rolling them. Then he lowers his face, and once his lips wrap around my aching nipple, the ecstasy hits me so hard that stuttering moans tumble out of my mouth.

He bites into it before sucking gently, and the combination of pleasure and pain has me squirming, wanting him to stop and not stop at all—a total senses fuck and it’s just the beginning.

With a twist of his fingers, he unhooks my bra, and it drops to the side, just like my inhibitions and any reservations I had.

The city lights play on the moonless sky and pour colorful beams into the dark room, keeping us protected from prying eyes. The night is the only witness to what is transpiring between us—an illicit affair.

Slowly, he pulls down my shorts while kissing my pussy over my thong, down my thighs until he reaches my ankles. After removing them, he holds my ankles in his hands and places kisses on each toe while looking me deep in the eyes.

“You’re so good at this.” The tinge of jealousy is unmistakable, and he catches it.

“I’ve never wanted to pleasure someone like I do you. I’ve never wanted a woman more than I do you. I signed my death certificate the moment I knew I could never kill you. I am yours, Luciana.”

I want to say so much, wish for things to be different, and explore this connection between us, but our time is running out.

“I’ve never let a man touch me, Enzo. I am giving you what I’ve never given nor planned to give anyone else.” It’s the truth mixed with an apology.

“We’re both fucked, Luciana.”

In more ways than one.

He’s still fully dressed, while only a scrap of material keeps him from seeing me completely naked.

The seconds trickle past with titillating promises as his fingers graze along my legs.

When he reaches the apex of my thighs, his thumb slips through the material, and he swipes it over my lips.

In one swift moment, he pulls the thong down, throwing it away before he comes face to face with my pussy.

His intent look proves he’ll have no mercy and then he buries his head into my core, eating me out with greedy laps. His hands splay on my thighs, holding me in place because it feels so incredible I can’t stop squirming, chasing this addictive pleasure.

Moaning and panting, I writhe, thrashing in bed at how good he makes me feel.

He’s a generous lover. He doesn’t stop as if he’s forsaking breathing just for another taste, bringing me so high that for a moment, it feels as if wings would sprout, and I could fly away to another dimension.

He sucks on my clit at the same time as he tugs at my nipple. The combined pleasure has me almost going blind, turning my vision black with stars flashing before my eyes.

Gripping the ends of his hair, I hold on to him, losing any inhibitions. The pressure builds, my core tightens, and I cry out. Moaning and trembling as I come, I fall back on the mattress, panting.

This was a surreal experience with a high addictive potential.

He licks his lips, humming softly, as if he hasn’t tasted anything better.

“So good. I could eat you all the damn time, and still, it wouldn’t be enough,” he groans, placing a kiss next to my knee and then he undresses himself.

I hold myself up on my forearms as he unbuttons his shirt, exposing the chest of a Greek god, fully sculpted with slopes and planes of muscles on tanned skin.

Needing to touch him, I get on my knees, brush the fabric aside, and explore him in all his glory. He’s hard yet smooth and I place a gentle kiss on his chest, feeling his heartbeats thrumming just like mine.

There’s a lot going on inside us, never to be let out.

Right here and now, it feels like we’ve known each other for a lifetime—it’s this unshakable familiarity and undeniable chemistry.

I lift my eyes to find his set on mine. “Be mine.”

“If only I could.”

With another push, I land on my back, not liking that I can’t touch him any longer. But everything is forgotten when he unzips his slacks, pushing them down in one go. I blink at the thick bulge in his boxer briefs, the angry and swollen tip peeking from its confines.

He’s huge, and I should run before he ruins me. Instead, I want the pain and the pleasure and everything in between.

“Scared?” he taunts me, grasping the beast over the fabric, fully aware I would never back down from a challenge.

“It’s just a cock.”

A cock that will probably destroy my pussy. I don’t say that, though. No need to inflate his already colossal ego.

“Just a cock, huh?”

I swallow as he frees that monster that looks eager to get inside of me, stroking it leisurely up and down as if petting a wild animal to tame it.

“Spread your legs and show me what I am about to fuck.”

Obeying him comes naturally. I part my legs, and he gets between them as if that’s his place. I am small compared to him, and as he cocoons me, I like the difference in our sizes.

“Any last words?” he asks as he grips his cock and places the tip at my entrance. “I won’t be gentle.”

“It’s not me who will need them…” I don’t even get to finish my sentence when he spears into me, breaking me in half. I am aware it’s not possible, but it feels like he split me in two.