Page 130 of My Sweetest Obsession

Nico leaned in until he was in my face and wrapped his hand around my neck. “No. You will go home and wait for your punishment,” he hissed.

“Make m—” He covered my mouth with his other hand, silencing me.

“Careful, Angel. You do not want to see what happens if you finish that sentence.”

Lo suddenly appeared beside me, and Nico turned me over to him. “Take her home.”

On the ride home, Lo didn’t say a word.

I was so confused about my feelings for Nico. He was dominant, possessive, obsessive, and an asshole, and I hated how alive he made me feel even after he thought I betrayed him. I didn’t know how to feel about that. I wiped the tears from my face and stared out the window when Lo pulled up to the gates of Nico’s mansion.

Jerimiah, the butler, opened my door. “Miss Gigi,” he greeted me with a warm smile, and I returned it.

“Thank you, Jerimiah,” I said as I brushed past him, taking the steps up to the entrance of the house.

“He cares about you,” Lo said. “I know it doesn’t seem like it because he can be an ass, but he truly does.”

“I’m sorry, Lo,” I said, ignoring his comment. “I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”

He waved it off. “No need to apologize. I can handle my brother. Just get some sleep.”

I nodded, wondering how much sleep I would actually get.

NICO

That fucking woman!

I stormed inside my house, ready to tear her a new one, but then I heard the violin playing in the music room. I pushed open the double doors and took in the scene before me. There she was, my angel, sitting atop the piano, her eyes closed as she lost herself in “The Book of Love” by Peter Gabriel.

The fireplace flickered, casting dancing shadows around the room. She looked so fucking ethereal in the white, lace trimmed satin babydoll nightgown I bought her. She swayed along with the notes as she gently slid the bow over the strings.

I tossed my suit jacket on a nearby chair and strolled toward my angel. I pulled the piano stool away. Gigi didn’t open her eyes but must have sensed I was in the room because her chest fell at a faster pace and goosebumps trailed over her soft skin.

With my eyes on her, I jumped into the chorus and played the keys with her. I kissed her left knee while still playing the piano and keeping my eyes on her. I moved to her right knee and did the same thing. I stopped playing, but she continued. Slowly, I trailed my hands up her legs to her thighs.

Her breath hitched, and she failed to stay in tune when I leaned in and wrapped my arms around her waist.

She set the violin and bow to the side, and I closed the piano lid. I pulled her close to me until her ass was on the edge. My gaze stayed on her face as she lay flat on her back with her legson either side of me. I stood and slowly raised her gown up to her waist and groaned.

“Fuck me, Angel. No underwear?” I rasped. I gripped her neck, pulling her to my face, and I grit my teeth against my anger and lust. “Don’t ever fucking walk around here like this. This is for my eyes only. Understand?”

“Yes,” she stammered breathlessly.

With the pad of my thumb, I slightly parted her lips and kept my fingers underneath her chin. I leaned in and captured her mouth with mine. The moment our lips met, a rush of sweetness sent my senses on overdrive. Our tongues began to dance as we explored each other. When I started to feel out of control, I pulled back and looked into her hooded, lustful eyes and smirked.

My eyes honed in at her bare pussy, my place of worship. Lowering my head between her legs, I placed soft kisses against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, eliciting a soft gasp.

“You look good enough to eat.” I made my way to her core and plunged my tongue into her pussy. She bucked her hips and let out a moan that made my dick extra hard. I wrapped my arms underneath her, her ass arching off the piano, and ate her out like I was a starved man. I groaned into her pussy juices, lapping up every drop. She writhed below me and dug her fingers into my scalp, pushing me closer to her. When I felt her about to come, I pulled away, and she gasped.

“Wh-what are you doing?” she said as she panted.

“I want you on my cock, baby,” I said. I quickly unbuckled my pants, pulled out my raging hard dick, and brought her closer to sink deep inside her. She cried out and tried to sit up, but I kept her on her back and thrust inside her over and over.

I grunted in heavy, fast pants as I watched my dick enter her pussy and heard the juices slurp. She was so fucking wet.

“Oh... yes... don’t stop!” she cried out, her moans filling the room.

The way her pussy strangled my dick was driving me insane, sending jolts of pleasure down my spine. I could feel her walls contracting. She was ready to come.