Page 13 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

Squeezing my eyes shut for a moment, puffs of air stutter out of my suddenly dry mouth and a layer of sweat instantly beads on my forehead. I am about to push him off me when he grips both my hands and pins them above my head. It feels like I am impaled on a steel pole the size of a damn trunk.

“You’ll take me. All of me. Got it? This tight as fuck pussy will stretch for me and welcome me because she’s fucking mine.

” Then he kisses me long and sensually, in contrast to his crass words and unyielding grip on me.

“Breathe. I have you. You’re doing so well, mio angelo.

” He doesn’t stop kissing me, and his endearment makes me emotional while fully aware that I can’t escape him.

I squirm, needing him to do something like pull himself out of me, but he starts moving. Forcing me not only to take him but feel him pillaging my pussy, making himself a home out of a truly conquered and assaulted fortress.

“I hate you right now,” I pant, and he places a kiss on my forehead.

Just when I think it can’t get better, pleasure joins the fuck fest. But I am pretty sure, with his impressive size, there will always be a bit of pain involved.

Women should thank me for eradicating this massive weapon of destruction.

I smile at my own silly joke and seek his mouth, needing to feel connected in every way possible.

“Better?” he groans, lost in his own pleasure, fucking himself into my soul with those deep eyes while his cock ensures my pussy stretches to accommodate his width and grit, carving me to his shape.

“Better,” I breathe out.

His hand digs into my thigh as he thrusts even deeper inside of me from this angle, rolling his hips as I moan and form unintelligible sounds.

“That’s my girl, thoroughly fucked and crying out my name, wanting more.”

I don’t know if his mouth or cock should be made illegal, but they’re criminal. I guess it fits him.

“You feel so good. I could live the rest of my life fucking this sweet pussy and never get enough.”

Then he pulls out, and I shake at the sight of his cock, tinged with red and bodily fluids. My thighs clench on instinct, wanting the beast back—I guess my pussy is a lost cause now.

Dragging me to him by my elbow, he sits on his ass and forces me down on him, cramming himself inside my pussy. I hold on to his shoulders, crying out into his mouth.

I have no control over my shaking body. He moves in a rhythm that drives me insane, hitting all the right places. My toes curl, everything inside of me tightening as if to hold back an avalanche that can’t be stopped.

I come again, sagging into his arms. He curls a hand around my neck and pushes me back, never losing eye contact.

He rams into me, the bed rocks with his hard thrusts. His growls of pleasure fill me with deep satisfaction.

We brought the battle into the bedroom and this one is so much better because I am winning on all fronts. I am doing this to him, transforming him into a beast that fucks the life out of its mate, making him vulnerable in his state, just like he did me.

I don’t know how it’s even possible, but he gets bigger inside of me, his entire body stiffening. He throws his head back and then he erupts, painting my walls in a warm liquid that’s so much, it pours out of me.

When he pulls out, we both stare at my rosy and beaten pussy, dripping with his seed and my juices and his deflating cock smeared in my virgin blood and our cum.

Staring from his cock to my pussy, and from the mess we made, he finds my eyes. “I like this battlefield better.”

I just shake my head at him. He takes it as an invitation to join me in bed, tucking me to his side as if we’re lovers and not enemies.

“Stay the night at your own risk,” I mumble, but the threat is empty.

My mission is a blur as my brain swims in a cocktail of endorphins that make me high on him and what he can give me.

“Sure. But remember, I’d like very much to wake you up with my tongue up that delectable pussy of yours. Weigh your options well.”

“I went without sex or touch all my life, so if you think—”

He cuts out my ramblings by rolling me over his chest.

I rest my chin on my arm draped over his front, loving this hard surface that feels like the most comfortable pillow.

“And then you met me. Admit it, you can’t deny me,” he smirks, and I glare at him before he continues. “I trust you not to kill me tonight after what we shared.”

I scowl. “Don’t laugh at me.”

He brings my hand to his mouth, kissing each fingertip. “I would only laugh with you. You’re supposed to kill me. All I care about is showing you that there’s a different way.”

With my emotions all over the place, sadness also appears, adding to my dilemma.

“There isn’t.”

“Give me a week to find out why you came here.”

“It’s not that easy.”

“Great things are never easy to get.” Determination steels his voice, making me believe this man can achieve anything he wants.

“Fine. One week. I won’t kill you unless…”

His eyes lock on mine with a promise that he will give me whatever I want. “Tell me what it is you’re after.”

As I tell him why I am here, hope blossoms in my heart for the first time—in that arid area I thought nothing could grow. I can deal with Adamo on my own.