Sweetest Obsession Read online Ann Mayburn (Cordova Empire #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Cordova Empire Series by Ann Mayburn
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Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 116046 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
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Ramón held my limp body tight, fucking himself with my lax form as I drew in shuddering breaths, my brain temporarily cooked by endorphins.

With a shout, he drove himself deep and filled me with his come, my body now conditioned to accept it.

Still holding me tight, he whispered, “This is it, your old life ended in this room tonight. From now on it’s you and me against the world.”

Running my hands through his dark hair I whispered back, “You and me against the world.”

Chapter 10

One week later

On the big screen against the far wall of Mark’s living room, I watched as my dwarf character got demolished during a battle.

From the big easy chair to my left, Mark laughed, his voice echoing just the slightest bit through the big headphones I was wearing.

Hissing softly, I waited to respawn while Mark and his team kicked major ass during a player vs. player battle. We were in some elven city in this big video game virtual world, battling necromancers or some shit. I was a low level dwarf. I accidentally started with the wrong character race and was too lazy to change it. I didn’t belong anywhere near the front lines of the battle, where Mark and his team were tearing shit up.

It was fun listening to them yell at each other and call out attack orders. Though it was just a game, they moved with the precision of a military unit, slashing their way through everything in their path.

A woman’s husky voice purred through my headphones. “Healing bomb incoming.”

That was Layla, or as she was known in the game, Slay’La. She was the top battlemage of whatever elven city it was we were defending, and one of the few girls on their team. Her whisky and honey voice was pure, undiluted sex. I mean, I’m straight as they come, but even I got a little tingle when she spoke. The woman could’ve made a fortune as an erotic romance audio book narrator, and she was funny as shit.

She was also the closest thing Mark had to a girlfriend. Though he denied it, he liked her. Like-liked her liked her. It gave me no small amount of pleasure to tease Mark about it, but never to the point of tipping Layla off. I think she liked him as well, but neither of them had ever acted on their flirting. Tonight might be different.

Layla was drunk. She’d let it slip that it was her birthday, so she was doing shots. When asked if she was going out to party later, she’d changed the subject and my spidey senses tingled. Mark told me to leave it alone, that Layla didn’t have to talk about her real life if she didn’t want to, but he was a guy. Guys didn’t understand a woman’s need to connect. Layla had certainly been nice to me, and I got the feeling she needed a friend. With Hannah still healing, I’d seen her briefly yesterday and confirmed she was indeed a mess, I missed my girl talk.

By the time I made it to the field where they stood triumphant among the enemy corpses, the fight was over, and our side had won.

I was antsy with anticipation and waiting for Ramón to come pick me up. He’d been gone for the past day and a half on business, and I missed him a lot. In fact, I was becoming downright mopey when he wasn’t around. I had no desire to do anything but veg in Mark’s house when Ramón wasn’t here. Butterflies filled my belly and I know I was checking my phone ever thirty seconds. Thankfully, Mark hadn’t said anything, but I’d caught him rolling his eyes a few times.

I couldn’t help it. Tonight, my parents were coming to meet Ramón’s for a family dinner at the Cordova’s estate. While I knew Judith and Jose would be completely charming with my parents, and that they seemed to love me, it was still a big step. I mean, not only was there the whole ‘nice to meet you’ awkwardness, there was the fact that the Cordova’s lived a crazy lifestyle that I’m not sure my parents had ever been exposed to. I’d had time to get over my awe of them living in absolute luxury, but my mom loved those celebrity home renovation shows, and the Cordova’s pad put most celebrity mansions to shame.

While I was nervous about my parents meeting Ramón’s family, I’m was sure all the Cordova’s would be welcoming—with the exception of Fernando. Ramón had promised me his brother wouldn’t be there, but it didn’t sit well with me to exclude him. I planned on talking with Fernando, if he was sober, before my parents arrived to invite him to dinner. My heart hurt for the poor guy, and I wanted him to know that he was always welcome.


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