Page 109 of My Sweetest Obsession

The heat between us intensified, our skin glistening with sweat. I kissed and bit the hell out of her neck, wanting to touch and taste my sweetest obsession everywhere. Finding her G-spot, I teased it, and she mewled into my palm, her tongue flicking against my skin.

“Fuck,” I whispered, my dick throbbing. I wanted to please her, to give her everything, and let her take control.

She shuddered, her movements becoming more erratic, and the palm of my hand muffled her groans. Her body slowly relaxed, coming down from her sexual high, and I came along with her in my fucking pants. My hips grinded against her ass and I kept my finger inside her, playing with her clit, and then gave it a pinch.

“You made me come in my pants, Angel,” I panted and slowly slid my fingers out of her pussy.

I turned her around, lifting her so she was facing me, gripping her waist. Leaning in closer, caressing her back, I whispered, “I’ve been thinking.”

“About what?” she asked.

“Let me take you out on a date.” My eyes never left hers.

Gigi toyed with my necklace, her long lashes fluttering. “Like a second date?” she asked, her voice soft.

I brushed my lips against hers, murmuring, “Yes, like a second date.”

Her smile was radiant, and as she agreed, her lips meeting mine and my body responded instinctively. “But it’s not safe.”

“I’ll protect you. I don’t want you to feel like a prisoner here.”

My kiss was gentle, seeking permission. But as she gasped, I deepened the kiss, my tongue intertwining with hers. Her taste and scent consumed me. My hands found their way to her hair, fingers tangling in the dark strands as I pressed her closer, deepening the kiss.

When we pulled away, both breathless, Gigi’s cheeks were flushed and her lips swollen.

I chuckled softly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve missed you so much.”

She responded with a tender smile, her eyes conveying a depth of emotion words couldn’t express. I wasn’t going to fuck this up. I would risk it all to get what I wanted. And the devil wanted his angel.

Istood in front of my full-length mirror as I stared at my reflection. The fitted red dress hugged my curves. I had gained a few pounds since the day I was found. For the first time since I’ve been back, I felt beautiful and desired. My mind wandered to what transpired in the piano room with Nico.

Why did I give into temptation by letting Nico finger fuck me? Because the moment we started playing music together, all common sense was thrown out the damn window.

But for a moment, Nico wasn’t the scary mafia boss. He was just…my Nico. I blamed the damn piano for making me lose control. But I had to continue being on task of being unpredictable with him to throw him off my plan.

A slight curve formed on my lips as I recalled the gift Nico presented me with earlier. Little did he know thatIwould be the conductor of our game.

BEFORE

The hot steam filled the bathroom as I stepped out of the shower, water dripping from my body, and I swiftly wrapped myself in the soft towel. Just as I was about to dry my hair, the door creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat. With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Nico stood there, unapologetic and sexy.

Damn him.

My gaze narrowed. “Seriously? Ever heard of knocking?”

He leaned against the doorframe, a picture of nonchalance. “Knocking is for guests. You are not a guest. Plus, this is my house.” His eyes zoomed in on my bare legs, a deliberate assessment that made my skin prickle.

I rolled my eyes, determined not to let him see I was minutes away from losing control. Again.

He tilted his head to the side, watching me. “I have a gift for you,” he said as he sauntered in.

My curiosity was piqued.

Nico’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “It’s not only for my benefit but for yours as well.” He smirked.

I raised an eyebrow. The sexual tension between us was ridiculous. My body responded to his presence alone; dampness formed between my legs, and not from the shower.

He advanced, his gaze intense, and my breath quickened. “Remove the towel,” he demanded. “I want you to bend over.”