Page 44 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

He stretches me beyond what I thought was my capacity to take, and I lose myself in the sensation—an overwhelming pleasure with a dash of pain that tears me apart and stitches me back together.

Nothing feels better than him filling me up and his sinful mouth sucking and biting into my nipples, wrecking my composure.

When he’s inside of me, branding me with his need, seducing me into wild passion, everything else vanishes—nothing exists but him.

Like a beast let loose, he fucks me as if I am a vessel for his pleasure, bringing me higher and higher.

I suck in a breath, roll up and bite into his chest to make him feel what he does to me. Every time we fuck, I go through a metamorphosis. I am no longer made of flesh and bone but something malleable, something he shapes into whatever he pleases.

All my life, I have strived to be in control, escape my shackles and be free. But with him, I am his willing captive in every sense of the word and, at the same time, I am freer than I’ve ever been.

As if it’s not enough that I wear his brand of ownership around my neck, his hand comes into play as well, squeezing my neck above the collar.

Lowering his head, he nips my earlobe. “My toy to fuck and take how I like, moaning like a wanton bitch in heat while your tight pussy convulses and can barely take me.”

I am too fucked to even form coherent thoughts as he rams into me.

“Pleasure and pain, amore. Fucking pleasure and pain until you won’t be able to breathe without my name coming out of that lying mouth of yours.”

“I can take it. I can take you,” I whine. Filled to the brim, my chest heaves with wanting more. How that is possible is beyond me.

His necklace escapes his confines, hanging between us, and I see the pendant, mangled—mangled like our love story because of me.

I let the tears fall, allowing him to see all I keep hidden—my love, my remorse, my regret, my biggest wish.

He throws his head back, blocking me from accessing the parts of him he guards with all his might. I knew this was the only likely outcome for tonight. He’s not ready to see my truths.

The full moon shines so bright tonight at full completion, just like I feel when he’s inside of me and everything else vanishes.

A gust of wind blows over my heated skin, but it only seems to fuel my fiery need for him, keeping the torch of our passion lit.

His hands grab my ass cheeks, turning me around, and my palms slap against the hood of his car.

Flicking my hair to one side, he digs his fingers into my waist with one hand, ensuring that I can’t escape him.

With the other, he slaps my ass cheek hard, making me shiver and scream at the same time while his shaft sits at my entrance.

Not knowing when he’s going to put it inside of me and relieve me from this constant ache only he can ease makes me lose my mind.

Another smack follows. The sound of his palm meeting my hot skin reverberates in the air, echoing with his filthy and savage promise of fucking. There’s no mercy for me.

My pussy clenches, craving the fullness—desperate for pleasure. He clicks his tongue, not giving me what I crave. Instead, he shoves two fingers inside, making me an even bigger mess. My body strains with sheer need. I might break apart.

“Please, Enzo, fucking please.”

“Look at you begging for my cock. So hungry to be taken where anyone could see how I turn you into my slut. How bad do you want my cock?”

“Badly.” I’ve lost all sense of decency, not caring about anything but to be fucked.

“Hmm.” A groan rumbles in his throat as he enters me fully, stealing the breath from my lungs. He pulls out, and I look over my shoulder, seeing his cock glistening with my juices before he rims my asshole with his thumb.

I am delirious with want and the tinge of fear only makes me more wanton.

Plucking something out from his inside suit pocket, through the haze of desire, I make out that it’s a package resembling a condom.

“A condom?” I breathe out, not understanding. “We never used one.”

The smirk stretching his sinful mouth is one of full satisfaction.

“You wish it were. It’s lube. Any guess for what?”

A shiver skitters down my spine as he rips the foil with his teeth.

I am so fucked. Strangely, him completely dominating me turns me into an even hornier mess.

He spits and I jolt as it trickles down my ass crack. Gripping the base of his cock, he pours lube over his length. Jerking his cock, the up and down movement entrances me, putting a sexual spell over my body. I can’t think straight.

The rest of the liquid he squirts over his fingers and my asshole, the intent clear.

Scooping my juices, he smears it along with the lube, and he sticks one then two fingers inside.

A full body tremor wracks me, and I suck in a breath. “Enzo…” I trust him not to rip me apart. All the times in the past he prepared me to fuck my ass surely will help too.

“You can and will take me,” he says in a hoarse voice, breaching my asshole with the head of his cock. It’s like a bat trying to enter a freaking lock.

I stiffen for a moment, but he caresses along my back. His touch instantly soothes me.

“Breathe,” he encourages me as he enters me, one thick inch by inch, making me lose my mind.

“Fuck,” I whimper, breathing heavily. I might faint at any moment.

“Oh, you are fucked.”

Sweat beads at my temple as he continues his assault. The fullness and stretch tear me apart. My head lowers and he places soft kisses along my neck. This caring gesture fucks with my head, lulls my body into a fake security while he conquers my asshole and bottoms out.

I cry out his name––subdued, relieved, proud to have taken him.

He grips my chin, turning my face so he can kiss me, and pleasure shadows the discomfort.

“Shh, I am in. All fucking in. You did so well,” he murmurs in my mouth. I am so starved for this side of him that I cry some more––an emotional mess.

I tingle everywhere, feeling him from my toes to my scalp, taking ownership.

He took the last virgin hole, and like the cruel conqueror he is, he sits on his stallion, pillaging through the conquered land.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” The awe and pleasure in his voice are apparent, and pride floods me. I am the one doing this to him.

“What did you expect?” I murmur. “You’ve been the only one, you stubborn asshole.”

Fisting his hand in my hair, he takes my mouth in another deep kiss I feel to my soul.

“Always so fiery, Luciana. So fucking passionate that I drink it up like the thirsty idiot I am.”

His hand snakes around my front and he rubs his thumb against my clit leisurely, but with firm circles that feel so good.

“I was your first. I will be your last. And you can fucking bet that I’m going to be the only one.” A low groan vibrates in his chest. The deep sound rings of possession and finality, heating me up.

In the back of my mind, pleasure rolls in, shy at first then all at once, but it’s always accompanied by a hint of pain I am addicted to. This one I can take now that the initial shock and discomfort morphed into something more sinful.

Glued to my back, he intertwines our fingers, pinning them above my head so he has an unobstructed view of my neck. I hold on to his fingers, afraid to slip somewhere else and never want to resurface as he nibbles on my sensitive skin.

“Beg me. Beg for me to fuck your ass. Make you come with my cock in your tight hole.”

He turns me into this desperate woman, reduced to her baser needs. It’s not my fault it’s his.

I have no shame, no common sense, no dignity, loving to be at his mercy, so eager to please him.

“Please, Enzo.”

“Please what?”

I squirm, trying to make him move, but he’s an unmoving stone.

“Fuck my ass. Make me come, please,” I shout, losing the battle of wills. I have none when it comes to him anyway. And this experience is so intense and intimate I want to melt us together, becoming one.

“Good girl.”

He fucks me in short and hard thrusts, then long and teasing ones that have me climbing the walls of desire, clawing my way up to the promised euphoria.

I seek his mouth, needing his lips on me, and he gives it to me. Kissing me, he bites into my bottom lip, sucking on it. The orgasm tears through me. I come on a long moan, the wave of release leaving me shaky and breathless.

He pulls out, coming all over my ass and back, smearing his fingers through it and writing something.

I hear the shutter of his camera phone, and then he shows me what is written on my ass in his cum. “Enzo’s property.”

Repulsion is what I should feel. Instead, I feel elation. Even though he’s mad at me, he can’t deny me. Make me yours. I don’t want to be anyone else’s. I belong to and with you.

I keep silent though, celebrating my win in my mind.

“You look so fucking smug. Do you think this changes anything? You were the one begging.”

Now that I have better control of my body, I pull myself up and push the hem of my dress down. Picking up my ripped thong, I slap it into his chest.

“Keep it as a souvenir.”

“I have women lining up, ready to fuck.”

“But they’re not me. It’s me you want. Don’t play with my jealousy, Enzo.

I don’t share. I’ll paint your fucking city red in my quest to show you that.

” I flick my hair back and add, “I don’t mind begging, but between us, you’re the real beggar.

You’re powerless for me. Always were and always will be.

Stop pretending that you don’t love me too.

Surrender. I need you just as fucking much.

Love you beyond madness. You can own my body. It’s only fair as I own your heart.”

Then I open the door and slip into the passenger seat. Fuck, my pussy and my ass took a hard fuck. I am sore but sated, a cacophony just like everything regarding this man.

Through the windshield, I see him rake a hand through his hair. He shoves my thong in his pocket before he yanks the door and slams it shut.