Page 37 of The Love Obsession (Bloody Desires #11)

I sucked on the tip of his dick gently, staring at him pointedly. I craved his attention.

Every smile he sent my way released a wave of joy inside me. I was happy. I’d never felt this way and I never wanted it to end. I belonged to Zayn, even if he was a serial killer.

“Boy.” Daddy’s voice brought back my focus, and I blinked at him, giving a suck on his dick so he knew I was listening. “You’re such a good boy for warming Daddy’s cock while he reads.”

I hummed as a pleasant sensation swept through me. He was proud of me.

“Do you want my cock in your ass now?”

I nodded fast and released his dick. Sitting up on my knees with a straight back, I whined. “Please, Daddy. I learned my lesson.”

My length strained upward, reminding him it was still there and ready for action. It hadn’t softened the entire time, and by his smirk when he looked down at it, he liked what he saw.

He laid the book back on the nightstand and moved. I held my breath, lungs paralyzed as he knee-walked around me until he was behind me again. He pushed me up the bed, then pressed down on the middle of my shoulders, guiding me so my chest was on the mattress and my ass was in the air again.

“Will you listen to Daddy from now on?” He dragged his fingers down my right asscheek, and I shivered.

“Always. I’m sorry, Daddy. Please, fuck me.” What had I become? Since when did I beg? I didn’t have it in me to care how desperate I sounded. He’d ruined me, and I welcomed the destruction.

He gripped the plug and dragged it out, the bulb pulling deliciously at the rim of my hole. I hissed as the toy slipped out, leaving me squeezing on air. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long before he slid on the condom, slicked himself up, and the tip of his dick was at my entrance.

Thank fuck, he pushed inside.

The desperation in one deep thrust from Zayn was more than any man had ever shown me in his life, and his balls slapping against my skin made me dizzy from the sound alone.

His dick was a cure I hadn’t known I’d needed. The stretch was a satisfying burn, but the pleasure that came with it was a goddamned volcano and I was melting. My knees shook, and he wrapped his arms around my waist, holding my ass up against his pelvis.

“Oh God, Daddy.” I whimpered and bit into the knuckles of my right fist until I swore I could taste blood, but my eyes were clenched shut and I couldn’t see it.

“Fuck, you’re tight, boy. So perfect.” He rocked his hips, driving his dick farther inside, and I gasped. My eyes flashed open and lights danced in my vision.

Then, he began to thrust.

My world tipped on its axis. Every push into my hole sent wave after wave of bliss through me. I was flying. The assault of his hips and dick drove me farther up the bed, which creaked under the rough movements. His hands were brands on my waist, reminding me of who I belonged to.

Everything was perfect.

After being on edge for so long, I was losing all control. My balls tightened and my dick jerked, and then my orgasm crashed in on me hard. I didn’t have to touch myself. Streams of cum splashed across the sheets beneath me.

I moaned, groaned, and whimpered. The sounds that spilled from my lips were more beast than human, but my hunger for him ruined any humanity I had left in me by that point. I might’ve been chanting “Daddy” as I exploded, but I wasn’t entirely sure.

Zayn wasn’t far behind. He tensed, then came, and it took me a moment to remember he was wearing a condom. We’d never done it bare, so I didn’t know why I was surprised, but I was also a little disappointed, too. I’d have to ask him about doing it without protection after we got tested.

He trembled against my back as I took the brunt of his weight. My knees couldn’t take it anymore and I collapsed onto the bed. We both grunted, and then he laughed lightly in my ear and kissed the skin below.

“Oh, boy, you’re perfect.”

I keened. Fuck, what had he done to me? I’d never cared what someone else thought about me.

After a moment, he slid out of my ass, and I hissed.

He dumped the condom before going to get a cloth.

He moved me like a puppet as he wiped me down, and I was too tired to do anything but let him control my limbs.

I felt vulnerable in a way I couldn’t remember ever experiencing, but it wasn’t scary.

It was comforting. Soon, I was lying against his chest on fresh sheets.

“You were so good.” He stroked my cheek, and I moaned in a mixture of tiredness and happiness. “For that, I got you a present.”

I glanced up at him, yawning. “What, Daddy?”

He grinned. He looked good like this, hair mussed from sex and an expression of pure bliss on his face. “I talked to Hannibal, who gave me a direct line to Uhlig. And we arranged a date where you and I are welcome to the asylum as guests.”

I raised both of my eyebrows and gaped at him. “How? It’s all swanky booze and expensive snacks for rich fucks. He’s a ruthless son of a bitch and doesn’t let just anyone in there.”

“The almighty dollar talks, boy.” He stroked my chin and pinched it with two fingers, his eyes softening. “And anything you want, I’ll make happen. So, we’re having a date there in a few weeks. He tells me it’s quite the event they’re having.”

I was speechless. There were about a million things I wanted to say, but I couldn’t get any of them out of my mouth. He’d done something for me I’d thought was impossible.

I tilted my chin up and kissed his jaw. “Thank you, Daddy. I’m so lucky.”

He pressed his lips against mine. “I’m the lucky one, boy. I love you.”

“Love you, too, Daddy.” I wanted to ask him what was next for Goldie, but I closed my eyes instead. Whatever he had planned, he’d tell me when he was ready.

I trusted him, and he was the first person who made me feel like I could.