Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71832 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
She stares at me, face softening slightly. I don’t care if she agrees with me or not. I’ve seen what love does, what it means, and love to me has always been a small thing, a worthless thing.
What I feel is more than love. It’s consuming in a way that love could never replicate. Love is gentle and soft. My obsession is hard, dominant, unyielding.
It has lasted for longer than she realizes, and it’ll continue until the day that I’m dead.
“I’m still happy this all happened for something decent. Even if you think love is cheap, I don’t agree.”
I push my chair back, standing. “Let’s go.”
“Where? We’re done, just like that?”
I hold out my hand, staring at her. “I want to show you what I mean.”
She pauses, looking uncertain, until a fire lights in her expression. She grins at me, standing, and accepts my offered palm. We walk to the door like husband and wife, and it’s the happiest I’ve felt in a long time. Having her by my side, looking at her across a table as we share a good meal, talking about our lives like we’ve known each other forever—that’s all I’ve ever wanted.
Simple things. Good, solid thing. The foundation of a relationship.
I drag her into the back of the limo we took here. “Circle the block,” I instruct Fitz before putting up the barrier between us.
Ash watches in surprise. “What are you doing?”
I drag her into my lap. She yelps, trying to shimmy away. She’s wearing a black dress and I hike the skirt up over her hips, holding her down, not letting her get away.
“You think love is so important, but I promise you, my angel, obsession is better.” I kiss her gently.
“This is what you wanted to show me?” She struggles. “You just wanted to fuck me in the car?”
“Yes,” I say, sucking her neck, biting hard enough to make her gasp.
“You little—”
I silence her with my mouth. I kiss her hard, bite her tongue, suck her lip. She grunts as I grab her hair, pulling slightly, pinning her other arm behind her back. Her fingers dig into the headrest as her hips start to grind against my lap.
“Obsession means I’d fuck you senseless on that table back in the restaurant in front of a dozen strangers just to make you happy. Obsession means holding you down against this seat and making you come on my tongue.” I turn her, pushing her back so I’m on my knees in front of her. “Obsession means wanting to please you more than I need to be pleased, because your pleasure is my pleasure.” I kiss her legs, lick her inner thigh, bite it gently. When she tries to sit forward, I shove her back. “Obsession means wanting every inch of you, at all times, and never losing interest.”
She releases a low whimper. “That’s more than a little terrifying, you know. What happened to this being a business arrangement?”
“It was never about that for me,” I admit as I push her panties aside and tongue her lovely clit. I fuck her with my tongue, sliding it inside, before pulling back, my fingers teasing. She’s moaning, wriggling. “With you, it was always about more.”
“For how long?” she whispers, staring into my eyes.
And now she finally asks the right question.
I dive back between her legs. I lick her, sucking her clit hard, fucking her with my fingers, driving them knuckle-deep back in and out. She’s dripping wet and moaning, and fuck, I love her taste, love the way she works her hips against my mouth. I know I should answer her, but instead, I make her forget she ever asked.
“Oh, god,” she moans as she comes in the back seat of my limo. When I’m finished, I stuff my pussy-drenched fingers into her mouth and make her suck them clean.
“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing her slowly. “Now, Fitz is going to drop us back off at the apartment. Once we’re inside, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to drag you into my room, tie you to the bedposts, and use your pussy until you can’t take it anymore. Do you want that, my wife?”
She shivers, nodding, her eyes closed. “Yes.”
“Very good girl.” I kiss her softly. “You are so much more than I ever dreamed.”
She trembles in my arms, and I know I’ve only bought myself a little time before she asks again.
Chapter 30
Ash
That word obsession keeps playing back through my head.
It should terrify me, but instead, I find myself glowing with the idea of Carson thinking about me all the time.
His attention is addictive.
It’s how he calls me angel, the way he watches me moves through a room, the way he gravitates toward me, can’t seem to keep his hands from my body, the way he’s always focused on what will make me feel better.