Page 51 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

I take the first step in her direction when I waver. Her call is stronger though, and I give in to her wish.

This night has been highly emotional, and when morning comes, she’ll leave and learn about her history and be with her brother.

I will miss the fuck out of her, but most of all, everything we could have had. She says this now, but once she tastes real freedom and power, she won’t need me.

Fuck you, love . But when you love, you want what’s best for the other, not for yourself.

Propped on my side, I smile at the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Like we’re that attuned to the other, she opens those silver eyes at me that feel like bullets shredding my heart. Brushing my knuckles along her delicate cheeks, she palms my hand. Was it fate that brought us together? Most certainly.

“You got your way tonight, but Mika will stop by tomorrow.” The thought alone debilitates me. I doubt I will be able to function without her.

“We’ll do it your way, Enzo. But love me once. Let’s part the right way,” she murmurs.

Love me once . I love her, period. Never stopped. Never will.

It will fuck me up even more, but I don’t care, desperate to preserve the memory of our last time together.

Our eyes lock. There’s no need for words.

I don’t want hurt or remorse to overshadow our last time together. So, I cup her cheek, and she leans into my touch, smiling, but it’s broken.

Everything in me screams to keep her, hold on to her and never let her go.

Lowering my face, I plant my mouth on hers, kissing her like she’s air and I am out of oxygen—greedy, passionate. She returns it with the same ardor, our tongues dancing together, and I roll us over, with me on top of her. We kiss for a long time as my fingers glide over every inch of her skin.

Unhurriedly, we undress. Our clothes fall off the side of the bed in a heap and we return to giving in to our fiery kisses and fervent touches. There’s desperation clinging to each gesture.

I yearn to tell her so much. That she’s the most mesmerizing thing my eyes have ever seen. How much I love and crave her. I think I was put on this earth to make sure she gets all she desires and deserves in her life.

I let my body do the talking instead and when I grip my aching hard cock, I guide it to her entrance. Rubbing the head from bottom to top, I kiss her until she’s a wet and needy mess.

I’ve fucked her many times, but she’s still so tight. Even if she’s soaked and pulling me inside of her, she sucks in a breath.

“I am sorry.” It’s not only because she always struggles to fit me. It’s for everything.

“I am not. It feels so good, Enzo.”

I push into her inch by inch, wanting to prolong while making sure she never forgets how I feel inside of her. Her walls massage me into blissful euphoria as we kiss, her fingers stroking down my back.

I only feel complete when I am inside of her.

Eyes locked, tears gather, and they fall the longer we gaze at each other.

Our bodies find their own rhythm, moving together.

She feels perfect—my personal Nirvana. Through kisses and moans, we sail toward the ultimate land of pleasure. And it hits me. There is no difference to me between me making love to her or fucking her—everything is for her, to pleasure her, bringing her higher so I can catch her.

I want to keep her, damn it. My rhythm changes, becoming urgent, rolling my hips to go deeper, thrust in her harder.

She smiles, moaning in my mouth, “Let him out, Enzo. Give me everything. This is the last time. We made love, now let’s fuck like what we truly are—animals.”

I pummel inside her and nip her jaw as she cries out. That only pushes me to become wild. Turning her around, I command, “Grip the headboard.”

She does, her silver long hair brushing along her back. I grip her ass cheeks, digging my thumb into the tattoo that calls the beast in me to pound her raw. Fuck my seed into her until it overflows.

“Can you imagine someone else doing this to me?” Her smirk taunts me to fuck her even harder, deeper.

It’s like she can read my fucking thoughts.

Frenzy overtakes me.

I slap her ass before thrusting back inside of her, my front covering her back. From this angle, I go even deeper inside of her. She stutters on a breath as I graze my teeth along her neck before biting, wanting to punish her for even suggesting that.

“Don’t provoke me when I am buried in your pussy. I might get tempted to go even deeper.”

“Deeper? You’re hitting my damn cervix,” she breathes out. “Oh god. You’re so deep.”

“He doesn’t listen to us sinners, amore. And if you scream for someone, scream my fucking name.” I drive so hard inside of her I am pounding her cervix, wanting to break this woman so I can put her back together.

“Give me what I fucking want,” I demand, ramming into her in rapid, hard thrusts.

She shouts my name, and I brush my nose against her neck, whispering in her ear, “Good girl.”

A tremor rocks her body, and her head falls when I straighten myself, gripping her waist. Her moans and my groans create a sultry background, but I need to see her face. Lose myself one more time in her eyes while I own her and I come inside of her, desperate to leave a part of me inside of her.

She gives a sound of protest as I pull out, but it doesn’t take long until I switch her to her back and I slip inside her again.

“Fuck you feel perfect. You’re perfect.”

My eyes will never gorge on anything this flawless, from her skin to her features—she’s all beauty—dazzling like the sun at midday, mysterious like the sky at midnight.

My palms glide down her sides and I bend over to trail kisses from her lips down the valley of her breasts, her bellybutton and her red pussy.

How in the world will I be able to let this woman go?

With emotions high in the air and the pleasure that has been steadily building up, we come at the same time.

To prolong the euphoria, we change positions. With her on top of me, I eat her sweet pussy and her sucking my cock, turns to another rousing round of fucking.

I never thought so much pleasure can come with so much loss. I can’t let her go like this. I want her to know that I will always love her and will wait for her.

I said a lot of crap and I need to apologize for my idiocy.

Rolling us to the side, I bring her flush to my chest, feeling her heart pounding the same frantic beat as mine.

I palm her face, and place a tender kiss on her forehead. My chin quivers. What I need to do and what I want rip me apart.

Eyes locked, I confess, “I’ve loved you since the first moment I laid eyes on you.”

She places a soft kiss on my lips. “I know, Enzo, even though you behaved like a dick and had me doubting that for a moment.”

“Don’t be mad at me, please.”

A gentle yet sad smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she threads her fingers through my hair. “I am not. Not anymore. Thank you for showing me what love is, what a good man is…”

“I’m not going anywhere. You understand? I will wait for you.” She needs to come back to me on her own because I won’t be held accountable if she doesn’t.

“All I’ve ever wanted was to be yours. I wanted to discover this new woman with you by my side.”

Not knowing what the fuck is the right thing to do, she takes advantage of me being all over the place mentally and emotionally and slips out of the bed.

I open my mouth, but she already knows what the issue is, smiling softly. “I’ll be right back.”

She returns after a few minutes that feel like fucking eternity and offers me a glass of water. I am thirsty, but only for her. Yet I take it from her hand, drinking it all in one go. Placing the empty glass on the nightstand, she sits by my side, seeking my eyes.

Fuck, I only have a few more hours with her if I don’t do something. The day will take her from me, for good. My heart races, panic settling in. While I rummage through her words, my perception changes to her perspective. Why not discover it together, indeed.

Fuck it all. I might want to be good for her, but this is not me—the only man she’ll have.

“Say you love me again, so I can leave in peace.”

A sad expression shadows her features as if it’s a farewell. I don’t like it at all.

I take her hand and bring it to my lips, kissing the inside of her palm. “I love you, mio angelo, and nothing has scared me more than that. Especially not being the man you need.”

A bright smile blooms on her face, making me regret I stopped calling her that.

“You’ve been the only man I needed.”

She bends from her waist, patting Kill on the head.

“Please take care of him,” she says in a shaky voice.

I feel my brows furrowing. “He’s not going anywhere. Neither am I.”

She tilts her head, looking at me through blurry eyes.

“What is going on in that head of yours?” Nothing feels right. Something is off and not knowing what it is, only has my head spinning with possibilities.

“My time with you has always felt like a mirage… destined to be intense but never lasts. I think it was because I’ve cheated death once and all my kills were arrogant, thinking they won’t come after me.

Julia died then and Luciana will follow.

I am a ghost, Enzo. A ghost who wanted to have a taste of life. ”

My heart thumps so loud it hammers mercilessly in my chest. Every gut instinct blares with alarm. She smiles at me, but her lips quiver, adding confusion to the mix.

“You know who I am, even though the woman in front of you has no name, no identity, no home. Remember me.” She places a kiss on my lips and stands up.

I am about to scoot up when I can’t feel my arms or legs.

What the fuck?

She crouches in front of the bed, brushing along my jaw. “In another life, make me yours and keep me, okay?”

I try to open my mouth. Knowing her, she’s about to do something monumentally stupid.

“It’s an immobilizing drug. It will wear off in a few hours. But by then—” She gulps and continues, “Goodbye for the last time, amore. Find my body and throw my ashes in the pond. I’ve never found my place on the ground, so maybe…”

Fuck, no. Move, I scream on the inside for my body to escape the fucking funk, but it brings me nothing. I’m guessing she has one destination in mind. By the time I can move, she will be across an ocean, hours in front of me.

“No, mio angelo ,” I mouth. I should have never stopped calling her that. Fuck, I’d plead with her if I could. Tell her I’ll give her whatever she wants.

I won’t repeat my mistake of assuming what she needs.

Her quest for freedom brought her to me.

I should have simply kept her, not do a grand gesture that might cost me fucking everything.

In my head, we’d get another chance. Lucky third, I guess.

Now I might never be able to tell her I wouldn’t have truly let her go.

We could have just started again with a clean slate.

I feel the tears sliding down my cheeks. I’ve never cried in my life until this moment when I am on the verge of losing my soul.

Don’t fucking leave me . There is a nagging and torturous feeling that I will never see her again. Fuck, she might be good, but she can’t survive getting her revenge on Augustus and the Council’s men.

“Dismantle or recreate the Council, but promise me it will never be in the Syndicate’s hands again.

Never forget, it was me who made you the king of the underworld by giving you everything you needed.

” She throws a USB stick at my side. I thrash, but my body doesn’t move, not even an inch.

Sweat beads at my skin from trying to fight this paralysis.

“I’ve never wanted to discover any other type of freedom than the one you gave me.

You were the first choice I made freely for myself—to be yours.

Loving you was always out of my control.

I believe I was meant to love you. Sadly, I wasn’t meant to be your wife and the mother of your children.

” She exhales deeply. “I hate the one who will bear your name and carry your children more than anything else. I’ll be dead by then, because I’d never allow it otherwise. ”

I don’t fucking care about anything else than her being with me. It’s her for me or no one else.

At the door, she looks back one more time at me over her shoulder. “Tell Mikail I am sorry, but my destiny is something else and stop choosing to be miserable. I love you.”

She closes the door behind her, and I try to shift to roll out of bed, but it’s like I am being held down by a giant’s foot.

Kill licks my hand before hopping down from the bed and going downstairs.

It will be too late by the time Mika finds me.

Hopefully my sister will check on me soon.

I need to stop Luciana, but as the hours trickle toward my doom, the sun has long come up when I can finally move my toes and little finger.

I push through, hoping the rest of the paralysis wears off. It takes forever. What kind of drug is this? I am going to spank the fuck out of her when I find her in time to stop her.

The thought of losing her is something I refuse to entertain. She’s the only thing in my life that makes my life worthwhile. Without her, there’s nothing but darkness.

When I finally roll out of bed, I call it a success. Slowly, my limbs remember what they’re supposed to do. I stand up and shake my head, trying to clear it of the last bit of haze.

I could call Mika and gather my men, but I slip out of my home and get in my car.

I know where she will go. I am leaving my empire and my family in good hands with him. I either bring her back with me or I will go with her.

As I call the pilot to ready the jet, I am aware of what will be waiting for me once I land.

Venice will bleed at the hands of my lovely assassin. The entire world can bleed for all I care, but I need her to stay alive.