Page 100 of My Sweetest Obsession

I loomed over her and set the knife beside her head.

Straddling her hips, my grip tightened on the knife as I sliced through her shirt. I traced the sharp edge of the blade along her skin, starting from her navel and gliding upwards, stopping just between the swell of her breasts. Her breath caught in anticipation as I cut through the delicate fabric of her bra, her breasts falling out.

Gigi's eyes grew wide as the knife teased around her sensitive nipple, her body squirming beneath me. “Careful,” I warned her. “You don’t want me to take off your nipple, do you?”

My gaze hardened as it swept over her body, taking in the burn marks and the angry red scars that told a story of her torment and strength. I lowered my head and gently pressed my lips against each scar.

“You’re bleeding,” she panted when she noticed the wound.

“Because you shot me.” My fingers dabbed at the blood from my arm. I brought my fingers to her mouth, painting her lips with my blood. “Suck.”

Without hesitation, she complied, her pink tongue flicking out to savor the metallic flavor. Her eyes locked with mine while she sucked my finger.

“Fuck,” I breathed. “That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I removed my finger, but my blood still lingered on her lips.

“It’s only fair that I get to taste yours.” I took hold of her hand. “I’m asking permission,” I said in a low voice.

She nodded, granting it.

I grinned like a predator.

With the blade in my hand, I drew it across her palm observing her reaction. Instead of fear, she remained calm and collected.

I raised her hand and brought it to my lips, tasting her blood. A tremor ran through my body, and I couldn’t suppress a low growl. Her body arched in response.

Lowering her hand, I ran my tongue over my lips. “Now we are one.”

I plunged into her again, slow at first, then I picked up the pace. “You. Are. Mine.” I punctuated each word with a forceful thrust. “Do you understand?” I hissed through clenched teeth and buried my face in the crook of her neck, knowing I was about to come.

“Gigi, answer me!” I snapped, thrusting harder to get the answer I wanted to hear.

“Yes, I’m yours, damnit!” she cried, surrendering to me.

I couldn't hold back any longer; my balls were ready to explode. With a guttural grunt, my vision blurred as I spilled my seed deep inside her.

We lay entangled, our heavy breathing filling the room. I looked down at her and smiled at noticing the radiant glow on her face. I was going to marry this fucking woman and fill her belly with my babies.

I realized that I had found my match.

“Fuck!” he grunted, my body tensing as he rammed into me, his rough movements devoid of any tenderness.

I bit down hard, trying to escape the harsh reality by retreating into my mind, but the searing agony that intensified with each violent push made it impossible for me to escape. All I could do was close my eyes while wishing I was anywhere but here.

His large hands wrapped around my throat, applying pressure. Panic coursed through me. “You belong to me now, bitch,” he snarled. “No one can take you from me, not even Nico.” The threat hung in the air, his grip loosening as he finished.

The last thing I remembered was Uncle Malik going ballistic in his cell.

Gasping for air, I jolted awake, my heart racing, fingers frantically grasping at my throat. The sheets clung to me,drenched in cold sweat. I scanned the room, relieved to find I was not trapped in that cage.

I was safe.

Exhaling deeply, I raked my fingers through my hair. I turned my head, expecting to see Nico, but the other side of the bed was empty.

I wanted to tiptoe out to the guest room, the one he had set up for me. Despite what we’d done last night, I couldn’t bear to be near him. But I knew that the big Neanderthal would carry me back to his bed. I didn’t want to crave his presence, the way his body cocooned me in warmth, or how his lips felt on my skin.

My chest tightened. I wasn’t sure if I felt disappointed for not finding him beside me or pissed off that we had sex. The sex was... intense, unlike anything I’d ever experienced with anyone. It was raw, rough, mixed with pent-up rage and betrayal that was ready to engulf us in flames. But it was also passionate. So passionate that I lost myself completely in the overwhelming heat and passed out after we came together.