Page 56 of King of Obsession (Kings of the Underworld #1)

With one hand curled around my neck, he keeps me underwater, while with the other, he unzips himself, freeing his hard cock from its confines.

My lungs burn having to hold my breath while I salivate at the view in front of me.

And when he pulls me up, he thrusts his cock in my mouth, not letting me take a full breath.

I breathe through my nose as he yanks my head back to look up at him.

“In the name of God and the holy trinity, I baptize you as Calla Ferrara. You’ll serve only me, bow only to me, revere only me.”

I think this is blasphemy in itself, but I am so fucking hot, I nod. He slams himself down my throat, past my gag reflex. He holds me there, captive to his strength, choking and taking every inch of his cock.

He just gave me a new name, one I can make my own, to become the woman I want to be. I never got the chance to become Julia, and I am no longer Luciana Rossi. But now, I can unite those two and incorporate them into my life as I create a new identity.

I must look like a mess—his mess—with tears rolling down my cheeks, all flushed and slobbering on his cock as he fucks my mouth, using me as his pleasure vessel.

But seeing what it does to him only awakens my desire to please him, be all that he wants and more.

His body strains, every hard muscle constricting as his jaw tightens.

Throwing his head back, he roars as he pulls out. Gripping the base of his hard cock, he gives it a few hard strokes and comes all over my face, the sticky liquid running down my cheeks and chin.

Scooping his cum with his finger, he paints the sign of the cross on my forehead. “Who are you?”

“I am Calla Ferrara—yours until my last breath and beyond,” I murmur.

I’ve never wanted to belong to anyone before, but I am his—completely, irrevocably, irreversibly. Pride fills me along with love and amazement.

Then he quickly discards his clothes and drags me with him to the shower, where he backs me in the wall and proceeds to fuck me so hard I cry out his name.

So full and stretched wide while he plays with my clit.

Slapping my palms against the wall, I scratch at the tiles in my desperation to climb as high as possible.

It’s passion and madness creating a carnal frenzy.

“You’re killing me… Don’t stop.”

His teeth nip my jaw, completely letting loose that savage side of him.

“I’ll never stop, Calla. This pussy is my heaven, mio angelo. So take my cock like a good girl—my dirty slut who can’t live without being filled up and fucked hard.”

He smashes my breasts into the hard surface as he pillages my pussy with savage thrusts. It’s too much that I start trembling. Sensations tear me apart as I embrace pure madness and sheer bliss. When he bites my neck, I come loud and long enough my throat dries.

Turning me around, he lifts me up by my ass, pressing my back into the wall.

He lowers his head and nibbles on my neck, whispering. “While I love to dirty you up and fuck you as my personal toy who takes me however I like, I want you to know I love you with every beat of my heart, venerate you with every breath I take. While I own your body, you own all of me.”

“I know… I don’t care…” All I care about is this euphoria that holds me in a firm grip. I never want to be free if surrendering brings me an unbound pleasure.

His head lowers as he sucks on one nipple, then moves to the other, flooding me with a blinding lust. Then he drags each hard peak through his teeth, and I can’t take it any longer—too much pleasure yet not enough pain if I am not impaled on his cock.

Gripping his base, I bring his head to my pussy, my body straining to feel him back inside of me. In one push, he fills me to the brim.

“You’re taking my cock better,” he hums appreciatively in the back of his throat.

“You’ve stretched me to take you,” I moan, my nails scratching down his back, high on pleasure.

He bites my bottom lip, sucking gently to ease the sting.

“I’ll never tire of feeding this greedy hole my cock again and again until you’ll overflow with my seed, and I get you pregnant.

” As he rams back into me, he continues, “But not for a while. I am selfish and want you for myself a while longer. You’ll be my wife first. And only when I’ll be ready to share you will I fill you with our baby. ”

Good God, this whole baby talk makes me an even hornier mess.

“I doubt you’ll ever be ready to share me,” I rasp.

“That’s why you have to let me know when you want to carry our child.” The gentleness in his tone undoes me. He gives me all the freedom while locking me in for good. It’s a mosaic of emotions, just like from the beginning.

“Enzo?”

“Yes, amore?”

“More fucking, less talking.”

I know my bratty reply will get me fucked even harder. He doesn’t disappoint as he slaps my ass and thrusts so hard inside of me entire galaxies erupt before my eyes.

And then he pushes me down on my hands and knees. Bringing his cock to my pussy, I fist my hands on the floor, preparing myself for what’s coming.

My head hangs, and he says, “Eyes on me.”

Instantly I obey, looking at him over my shoulder.

“Good girl.”

A tremor rocks me as he caresses down my spine. “You’re doing so well, amore mio. Your pussy takes me so beautifully.”

Then he wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me to him.

The movement pushes his cock deeper inside of me.

A choked cry coupled with a moan escapes me when my back connects with his chest. His arms wrap around my belly and my head falls back.

He doesn’t move, allowing me to get used to the intrusion as he tugs at one nipple with one hand, and with the other he plays with my folds.

I am feverish, my body breaking out in goose bumps.

I am being torn apart in the best way, overcome by ecstasy.

I seek his mouth to ground me because it’s too much, never enough. I don’t even know. It’s hard to form coherent thoughts when you’re being taken higher and higher, stretched wider and wider.

He propels me further as he fucks me. I slap my hands on the glass stall, erasing the condensations while forming a new one with our heavy breathing and scorching heat.

The other hand snakes lower and he turns us around so I can see us in the mirror. The image is an aphrodisiac. His green eyes sparkle like emeralds as pleasure tightens his features. I look as if I were drugged, unfocused and high on him.

When he reaches my pussy, he gives it a slap that makes me bounce on his cock and whine softly. I see the imprints of his hand on my pussy and my swollen nipples that want his ministrations in the form of his tongue and teeth as he sucks on them.

“More, please,” I moan, and he pulls out, but I don’t remain unfilled for long. I bite into his shoulder as he pushes himself back inside of me. I fall, embracing the madness. I come so hard that if he wasn’t holding me, I would have fainted.

Digging his fingers in my waist, he thrusts one more time, coming inside me and filling me with his hot, sticky liquid.

Spent, we breathe heavily and then we kiss for long minutes as our heartbeats return to normal. Then we clean each other, our hands roaming all over the other’s skin. Helping me out as I am too shaky on my feet, he gently dries me before gathering me in his arms and placing me on the bed.

Palming my face, he lowers his head to my forehead, inhaling me. Goose bumps scatter all over my skin.

“God, I am addicted to you,” he rasps, kissing me so gently.

Caressing every inch as if he wants to imprint every curve, he whispers I love you’s and promises of forever I know he will keep.

We make love all night, unhurried, sensual, and deep. And I know the reason I never belonged to anyone else—I was destined to become his.

Before we fall asleep, I vow no one will take my happiness from me. I won’t allow it and with this vow, I give in to the most serene sleep of my life.

But when I wake up, I frown. I expected to find his warm, hard body next to me, but the spot is cold. In his place, it’s only the crumpled sheets and the memory of last night.

As I sit up in bed, he walks into the room carrying a breakfast tray. Peacefulness washes over me as we eat our breakfast in bed. All possibilities lay before us. I refuse to acknowledge the Syndicate. I want to live in this heavenly bubble a while longer.

Seeing the walk-in closet, I say in a teasing note, “I hope you saved a lot of money while I wasn’t here.”

He throws his head back and laughs so wholeheartedly; it warms my chest, pulling a smile from me in return.

He arches an arrogant brow. “Don’t worry. Not even you can spend all the money I have, amore mio.”

“Oh, you’ll regret saying that, amore.”

“Never. You want the world. I’ll bring it to you and lay it at your feet. With or without a price tag, you’ll have whatever that greedy little heart of your desires.” Determination seeps from every letter, and my chest soaks up his love, replenishing my heart.

I tilt my head. “Well, you have me, and that is priceless. Seems like you have made the deal of your life.”

“Most definitely.” He looks so delighted that I bring so much joy into his life.

“There is more to why I brought you here,” he says and stands up, scratching his neck.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him nervous, so I wait with bated breath as he goes to the walk-in closet. When he returns, my hand flies to my mouth.

It’s one thing to know I am his woman, but this small velvet box represents a clear visual. When he flicks the lid open, I see the princess cut diamond ring shining so brightly it’s almost blinding.

“Are you sure?”

He groans. “I am. I don’t allow anyone to tell me anything in general, but you, my Silver Death, my lovely angel, my life’s elixir, are the woman I love and choose to spend my life with. You’ll always be the exception. There’s no one I love more in this world.”

“I am your damnation. Choosing me—” I swallow, emotions lodged in my throat.