Page 70 of Captured Obsession

“Don’t be upset when I don’t give you the answer you want to hear.” His voice is low and rough, captivating. A wave of liquid warmth floods between my legs.

“I want the truth,” I whisper as his lips hover close to mine. Soon, all of this will be behind us. I may not ever see him again. And the thought of that…

My nails dig into his thighs. I want to claim him desperately, even when he tries to push me away with his words.

Nikolai leans in a little bit more, his lips brushing against mine, and he forces his tongue inside my mouth demandingly. I open to him, feeling words unsaid, and the passion that brings my heart to life. Hekisses me slowly and thoroughly, as if savoring every lick and touch.

Tingles race along my skin, and as I sit back on my ankles, I realize I would let this man consume me. Not because I’ve been in the habit of giving myself wholly to a man, but because this man has shown me, in the most preposterous ways, how to live.

His lips break from mine. “You are marvelous,mishka. A sight to behold, and a woman with fire in her eyes,” he says. “You are no one’s doll. But you and I both know our time is limited. I am chained to my life as much as you are to yours.”

“But my friends have made it work with their partners, and?—”

He shakes his head, and I feel my heart crack, unsure as to when I began to get ahead of myself. Of course this couldn’t work. Perhaps it’s the thrill of someone like Nikolai—an uncontrolled beast who doesn’t give in to the vanity of my world—that had me building a dream where we could be together. If nothing else, at least this time with him has shown me that I’m more than I thought I was.

And I tuck that away in my heart, this gift he’s given me. He’s like no other man I’ve known, breaking me from the inside out in a way I never knew I needed. If only to remind me that I’m in control of my life. That I can still change it even now.

“I don’t want this to be meaningless,” I say quietly, honestly. “When Michael—” I immediately close mymouth, a flood of guilt coming over me as I almost compare him to my ex. Because Michael now seems like a distant memory, nothing like this thing I have with Nikolai.

Nikolai grabs my jaw painfully hard, as if forcing me out of that sinking guilt, and I look up at him. “I don’t want that asshole’s name on your lips while you’re on your knees, begging to suck my cock.”

There’s pure jealousy in his gaze, and it stirs something in my stomach.Pleasure.His possessive jealousy burns, making me feel like the most desired thing in the world.

I shoot him a mischievous smile, aware of my shortcomings but no longer wanting to hide away from them. “I never recalled begging.”

“Then perhaps I haven’t taught you well enough,” he growls, and I wink at him as I unzip his pants, the pound between my thighs screaming for attention despite how bruised my pussy is from last night.

I undoubtedly enjoy watching this man’s stoic demeanor splinter. The moment I wrap my lips around his cock, he releases a strangled curse in Russian, and the world fades around us.

I find myself getting lost in him. Not because I have to. Not because it’ll make me a good woman, fiancée, or wife. But because I enjoy it. Nikolai has no expectation of me, other than for me to be myself. And it’s hard to not envision what that might look like without constraints.

I just need to enjoy this while I have it—instead of trying to control it.

“Fuck,mishka,” he pants as I suck him. I bob my head up and down, gently scraping my teeth along his shaft, and am rewarded with the twitch of his cock. “Those fucking lips.”

More. I need more. I take him to the back of my throat as I continue sucking at a torturous pace. My hand wraps around his wrist, right over his jade bracelet, for support as I choke on his cock, tears springing to my eyes.

“Fuck.” He jerks in my mouth, and his cum hits my tongue. I swallow gulp after gulp, and when I’ve gotten every drop, I pull off and wipe my lips in satisfaction. His eyes blaze as he says, “These fucking lips will be the death of me,mishka.”

I adjust my hair, repositioning my loose ponytail. “To think you once couldn’t stand these lips.”

He pulls me in by the nape of the neck. “Never disliked,mishka. I just knew you would be my undoing.”

My heart pinches at that statement. There’s something exceptionally difficult to place with Nikolai. Everything he says feels like the absolute truth, even when he constantly reiterates that this will soon come to an end.

“I’m sure you’ve been with plenty of women who have gotten you off.” I’m surprised at the spring of jealousy when it slips from my mouth.

“Very few whose names I can recall or faces I’ve ever wanted to remember.” But when he looks at me, as if he’s memorizing each line and feature, I can see it isn’t just me who’s been pulled into this obsession.

The car comes to a stop, reminding us where we are. He tucks his cock back into his pants, and I adjust the lime-green pantsuit I’d been gifted from the photo shoot.

Nikolai steps out of the car first, quickly offering his hand to help me out. I slip my hand into his. This simple action has always felt different with Nikolai. That the moment our hands touch, he’s with me and won’t let go. That he’s scanning our surroundings out of a desire to keep me protected.

Yet that small, cynical, mostly-logical voice in the back of my mind asks me if it’s only because he’s been tasked to do so.

But when I look up at him, the corner of his mouth is curled in the hint of a smile, displaying his amusement at the shenanigans that just transpired in the car, and I can’t hide my answering grin.

Then someone calls my name.