Page 43 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

She places a hand on her chest in faux hurt, then turns around to see the partygoers through the tinted floor to ceiling window. It’s our most luxurious nightclub and people come from all over the world to listen to the DJs. The nights are legendary, with the party lasting until 5 a.m.

And this is his domain. I have no fucking clue when my best friend sleeps.

“Fucking or partying tonight?” Mika asks, grimacing when her shoulders stiffen.

“Both, preferably,” I say, just to mess with her.

The look she gives me is vicious. If I were a lesser man, I’d be dead.

We walk out of the office, and everyone glances our way as we head to the VIP lounge, our table in the corner. Usually, we have famous guests in attendance from sports stars to the film industry. Tonight it’s just the three of us.

The bouncer lets a few dancers come inside and Luciana’s body scrunches tight—one touch and she’ll break.

She eyes the giggling females who cram around us.

Mika says, “No fucking touching.”

I don’t even know what his deal is. I have never seen him touch or be touched by a woman out in the open. With him out of the equation, the two dancers get on my table, giving me a show. I couldn’t even describe the women, seeing through them, but I pretend to be more interested than I am.

Luciana brushes a finger on my thigh. “Hmm…” she murmurs. It’s obvious she wants my attention.

“What?” I snap, hating that I am curious.

“They don’t seem like your type.”

It takes everything in me to hold my erection at bay. Her hand moves behind my back, and she glides her pointed nail down my neck until she grabs my collar and turns me to her.

“I am your type, and there’s not another me anywhere in this world.”

“I’ve had you once. Not interested anymore.”

Her eyes bore into mine, liquefying my insides. “Do you want blood, amore? Because I’ll spill it, both of theirs. Any woman who even dares to come near you.”

“What if I want to?” I rasp.

She bites my earlobe. Fuck, she seduces me all right. Her jealousy is such a fucking turn on. I swear all my blood rushes to my cock, ready to pillage her with how territorial she is.

My friend shakes his head at me, stands up from the couch and walks out, leaving me with Luciana and the women.

“Be my guest,” she says and leans back, looking smug.

I doubt we’ve been here for more than twenty minutes when I stand up with her right on my heels. The headache of pulling her away from them is not worth it.

In the car, my body tightens to the point I could break apart any moment now. My nostrils flare while she hums to herself—aware she won yet another round. Even that sounds melodic, this siren who calls me to her in that seductive voice, ready to snatch my life for a damned kiss.

“Why are you so tense?” she whispers.

“I swear to God, Luciana. Don’t push me right now.”

I press down on the gas pedal, flooring it, the action propelling us further into our seats. I try to calm down, but it’s impossible with her so near, clouding my judgment and drugging my senses.

“Are you trying to kill us?” she yells.

I notice the speedometer hitting its maximum capacity. Everything happens in a blur when I hit the brakes right where she shot me.

I stare at the exact spot. It’s one of my favorite pastimes—reliving that moment, torturing myself to no end.

“Enzo.” She says my name in a shaky voice, brimming with emotions, her palm cupping my arm.

“Run and pray you’re faster than I am. Because once I catch you, you’re fucked.”

I snap my face to her and at whatever she sees etched there, she hastily pulls at the handle, stumbling out. Slipping off her heels, she takes off down the empty road.

No one will come to save her. No one is allowed to use this private road. It’s deserted. Only the flickering sky provides you with some company and the desert vegetation on each side.

Cracking my neck, I let the monster break free, ready to chase her and fuck her senseless. She’s why I war with myself, not finding my place or a modicum of peace.

I can’t kill her, but I can punish her. And my punishment is fucking her and taking whatever the fuck I want from her for as long as I have left.

I don’t need her permission. She brought me torment, and if her hot holes bring some bliss, then so be it.

I take off running, and while she is in good shape, I catch up with her easily. Clasping her elbow, I turn her around and toss her over my shoulder. I’m not even out of breath, but pumped up to get my reward.

“What happens now?” she asks breathlessly.

“Now, I will plow into that pussy of yours until you beg for forgiveness.”

Bringing her back to the car stopped in the middle of the secluded road, I lay her on the hood.

It will leave a dent with what I have in mind, but just like my pendant, everything is out of shape in my life since she cursed me to want her and no one else.

To want a life with her, but she pissed all over that dream.

I won’t ever come close to having something similar.

She licks her lips, dragging me by the collar, her hand fisting around the pendant. “I can handle whatever you do to me.”

“Even if you can’t, I’ll make you. Cry, my Silver Death, but no one but me will hear.”

I push up the dress over her ass, rip her thong that gives with a tear just like my sanity, and I unbuckle my pants.

Gripping my cock, I thrust forward, sheathing myself in her tight as fuck wet core. Her pussy is my paradise and hell in one. Never had better, never will know someone even akin to her.

She breathes heavily, arching her back and gripping my arms, trying to accommodate me. I prepared her better in the past. Now I just want her to shut the fuck up and be a good girl and take every thick and big inch of me.

Tears gather in her eyes and her mouth opens in a stuttered breath. “Oh my god…”

“God gave up on us sinners a long time ago, amore.”

Her pretty nipples are two hard cherry peaks that have me salivating.

I can’t neglect them as I suckle on one and tug at the other, twisting and rolling it between my thumb and fingers.

Pulling back an inch, I thrust even harder into her.

She cries out my name, moaning and whimpering at the same time.

Pleasure and pain is our fucking destiny—it’s inescapable. Our eyes lock and it’s as if we both think the same thing.