Page 14 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

As I stroke down her back, with her leg hung over mine, I smile in her hair, loving her subconscious stake of ownership. Although with her, I can’t be sure it isn’t on purpose. I don’t mind either way.

A woman like her can’t be tamed, but we both know I own her when I fuck her, molding her to my incessant desire. Outside the bedroom, it’s the other way around.

I just had her and all I want is to get back inside her tight pussy that is hot as hell and fucking heaven all in one.

I salivate just at the thought of tasting her again, eating her out like an insatiable man.

Usually, I fuck and leave, but with her, I crave her nearness just as much as everything else.

I dig my grave and smile while doing it—I am one screwed motherfucker.

Meanwhile, my brain ruminates over what she confessed. She wants to find out who her parents are and where she came from. I understand her need to find out. One thing I know for sure is she’ll cross every boundary to uncover the truth.

I am already thinking of reaching out to my government contact.

Something doesn’t add up. Most surely someone covered their tracks because how could a child born in the US get shipped to an orphanage in Italy.

I find it very convenient that Augustus was the one who miraculously found her in that orphanage slash monastery and made her his assassin.

My father always told me he was a cunning man who did nothing without a plan.

How the fuck did my useless cousin discover the hidden information then?

While Luciana has her eyes closed, she’s not asleep, her fingers doodling on my chest.

“You ruined my favorite car. How do you intend to make it up to me?”

A smile grazes her lips as she tips her chin up, looking me straight in the eyes, not sorry at all. “You ruined my pussy. We’re even.”

I chuckle. “I see you don’t feel sorry at all.”

She shakes her head, grinning as she taps the tip of my nose. “Looking back, it would have been a pity to kill you before…”

“You couldn’t kill me even if you wanted to. Your message came at the right moment. You’re weak for me.” It’s not a question. It’s a fact she can’t deny.

“You didn’t use a condom,” she whispers, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I guess I like to live dangerously. Didn’t even cross my mind.” I was so desperate to get inside of her, protection was not on my mind. “I am safe and have always used one. I can’t even remember the last time I was with a woman. Why didn’t you say something?”

She tilts her head and her brows bunch together; a line digs between them. “I don’t know… wanted the complete experience, I suppose.”

“Are you on birth control?”

“I am for my cramps.”

I want to be the only one who knows the real her. Taking advantage of her opening up, I ask, “Why did you decide to remain celibate?”

“Two reasons.”

“And I bet one of them is Augustus,” I grumble.

She shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.

“What if he finds out?”

“He won’t. This won’t affect my job.”

I hate how much power that man has over her.

“He will die at some point, and you don’t strike me as someone who has friends on the Council.” That some point will be soon because he stands in my way of having her.

“Don’t worry about me.” She waves off my concern.

I don’t doubt her ability to take care of herself, but the thought that something could happen to her turns me murderous.

“Why don’t you come work for me?” I ask before I even think it through. It would mean war with the Council. The knowledge doesn’t deter me.

“Are you insane?” she screeches. “Don’t you ever say something like that again. I pledged my loyalty to Augustus. You might stay alive if you bring me that information and I will make sure you’ll be off his radar, but I am in this for the rest of my life.”

She hops off the bed and picks up my shirt, avoiding my glance. Fuck, but the sight of her in my clothes puts me on my knees.

“Luciana, fucking look at me,” I command.

She does reluctantly and puts both of her hands on her waist.

“I am afraid of fucking no one. I’ve always fought for what I want. They have people like you doing their dirty jobs. I can kill each of them with my bare hands.”

“There’s a balance in the underground. If you mess with it, it won’t end well.”

I cock my head. “Maybe I should get my seat back then.” The thought has crossed my mind over the years, but it sounds more and more appealing.

“Don’t you dare.”

“Why?”

No one can stop me once I make up my mind. I am so desperate to keep her, there’s nothing I wouldn’t do.

“Why the sudden interest?”

“Maybe I want to expand my empire. I am a businessman, after all.”

She shakes her head at me, and I roll out of bed, going to the bathroom. She follows me and I turn on the water in the tub before searching the cabinet for some bath oils.

As I pour in a small amount, she leans against the doorframe. “What are you doing?”

“Preparing you a bath. I take care of my people. Would the Council do the same?” I grit out, mad at her stubbornness and refusal to accept facts.

“I am who I am because of them. I am untouchable because of Augustus.”

My jaw tightens, hating that she even pronounces the name of another man in my vicinity.

“If you were honest with yourself, you’d realize that your celibacy is your way of saying you hate men because one made you into who you are, so you refuse to let another one have power over you ever again.”

She thrusts a finger in my face, her entire body shaking. I hit a nerve.

“Get out, or I’ll kill you.”

“I won’t. And killing me will get you in trouble. I own the hotel, this fucking city. You won’t escape in time.”

“How are you so sure?”

I get in her face and grab her wrist, pointing her finger at a slight bulge next to my collarbone.

“It’s a chip, and if my heart stops, it will send my last location. This whole place will go on lockdown.”

She tilts her head, her brows furrowing. She appears more intrigued than afraid of the implications.

“Why would you trust someone like that?”

“There’s no relationship without trust.” It’s all I say. Mika and my sister have it. We can’t have a repeat of what happened.

“It’s better not to trust anyone,” she murmurs.

“You trusted me enough to let me touch you, to fuck you. Keep lying to yourself, Luciana, but one day, the truth will catch up with you and it won’t be pleasant. You think you know what power is? You haven’t even had a real taste of it.”

Violence plays in her eyes. I am sure she’s thinking of ways to kill me and get away with it.

Dragging a hand down my face, I exhale loudly. “You’re not ready for this talk. Maybe you never will be.”

Her nostrils flare. “You think you know who I am better than I do. What gave you this impression? Fucking me once?”

I slam a fist into my chest. “You want to pick a fight? Let’s fucking fight. You’re a tool in his hands. I’d make you my fucking queen.”

My words ring between us with the power of a sledgehammer hitting a church bell, almost deafening.

I haven’t even realized the water is almost toppling over the edge. She slips the shirt off her and gets under the bubbles, broody and silent like a volcano where you only see the signs when it’s about to erupt—too late.

She stares into space, and I sit on the side of the tub, watching her.

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. And I don’t share power.”

“Right, you prefer to pretend you have any.”

In one swift move, she’s up, forcing me to look up at her. She’s a goddess, and I’d kneel at her feet—her devoted worshipper. She’s that beautiful with her silver hair cascading over her breasts, lithe curves and perfectly toned long legs.

While I am lost in the vision of her, she takes advantage of my daze.

Hauling me back in the tub, the water crashes against the tiles with a big splash.

The tub is oval and big enough to accommodate four people, so she climbs on top of me with ease.

Her hands curl around my neck and press hard into my esophagus.

“Drowning. Interesting choice,” I croak, utterly calm, which enrages her even further.

She might be a terrific sniper, but hand-to-hand combat with me? No chance.

I roll her over and push her head under. Her eyes flash with a haze of violence that turns me the fuck on even when I’m trying try to make my point clear.

She scratches at my arms and squirms under me, trying to escape my hold. Bubbles surface caused by her shouting most surely profanities at me. Twenty seconds later, I pull her up and crash my mouth onto hers.

“Don’t test me. You want to drown me, put that pussy on my face and let me die as I want. Buried in you.”

Her nails dig into my back hard enough to break the skin––bleeding for her.

My hand skims down her stomach and toward her soaked pussy that has nothing to do with the water.

This night has been a rollercoaster of sensations, making me feel alive. I don’t want the ride to end and return to a bleak existence. No wonder I play with fire right next to a vat of gasoline.

Leaning back, I pull her on top of me, bringing her pussy down to my mouth.

I indulge in her addictive taste—my downfall and rapture in one.

She’s not shy as she grinds against my nose and mouth, taking what she wants, staying longer whenever I have my tongue deep inside of her.

Licking and nibbling on her clit, my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I squeeze and don’t stop until I bring her to orgasm.

My name from her mouth flows in a decadent river of bliss as she slides down my chest.

“Sex won’t get you out of everything,” she says breathlessly, looking at me through dazed eyes.

I grip her chin. “I wanted you and I took you. That’s power.”

A peal of laughter bursts out of her. “Power? You’d do any-fucking-thing to fuck me and that’s power.”

My hand comes down on her ass cheek, the wet slap echoing around us, eliciting a yelp from her.

“Yeah? Your pussy is soaking my stomach.” Just to show her, I slip two fingers inside of her, and she latches on with a vise grip.