Page 87 of Captured Obsession

“Remove your dress,” I growl, showing her how I feel in the way I know best. To make her mine. To consume her and please her. To protect her and give her everything she’s ever wanted.

As long as I make it out of this alive.

She does as she’s told, bringing the material up and over her head. I take it from her and toss it across the room. I can tell it’s another one of her favorite brands by the displeased look she shoots me at the handling of it. I don’t give a flying fuck. I intend on ruining every item of clothing she has going forward.

She creeps a little closer, her breath hitching as she stares at me.

“Promise me that no matter what happens, you’ll come back to me,” she says and holds out her pinkie. I look down at it, my heart breaking in two. She doesn’teven know my plans. Then again, it doesn’t matter. I bring my pinkie up, curling it around hers.

“I will always find you,mishka, no matter what part of the world you may be in. You are my only home.”

Her eyes soften, and she pulls me in for another kiss. The taste of copper mixes with our desperation. My cock strains painfully hard, needing to be inside her. I slide my lips over her jawline, down her neck, along the snake necklace and the Van Cleef under it.

I pepper kisses farther down, worshipping her, and swirl my tongue around her nipple before I bite it. She bucks beneath me, her body writhing as I use my other hand to play with her clit.

Her soft moans drag out my carnal need as I put her back on her hands and knees. Her breath hitches as she watches me squeeze lube all over my hand and lather her asshole with it.

Her breath comes in short, and there’s uncertainty in her gaze, but also curiosity and trust.

“I’ll be gentle,” I tell her, and her expression softens a little bit more. I might want to break my woman, but I never want to hurt her. Never again. Although, this might be uncomfortable initially.

I will be the first to take her ass. And going forward, I’ll be the first and last for many other things. I rub the tip of my cock against her ass, and I study her expression as I begin pressing myself into her tight hole.

It's excruciatingly tight, and I take my time easing into her, nudging in bit by bit as I rub my thumb overher clit. Her shoulders bunch as she slowly begins to lose herself to the pleasure.

“Are you ready for all of me,mishka?” I ask, struggling with my desperate need to take her now.

“Yes,” she breathes, and in the next second, I stuff her ass with the entire length of my cock. She wriggles beneath me, her chest dropping to the mattress as I give us both a moment to adjust. Fuck, she's tight, squeezing my cock, which immediately wants to blow inside her.

I roll my hips back and then ease into her again, my jaw clenching from how tightly she constricts around me.

“Fuck,” she breathes into the mattress.

“Be quiet,mishka. Others are sleeping in the house,” I tease as she pins me with a glare over her shoulder.

I shove into her faster, her eyes glazing over and a loud moan escaping her.

I can’t help but smile, grabbing my belt that hangs over the edge of the bed. I wrap it over her mouth, and her teeth immediately bite down on it.

“This might gag you into submission,” I say as I hold it from behind, my cock leaking with pre-cum as I thrust into her. I couldn’t be more turned on by this woman who has never once recoiled from my depravities. My desire and need to completely dominate her—fulfilled.

She tries to say something around the belt, but Ipush into her again, her ass jiggling under the force. Fuck, she feels so good. Too good. I ramp up our pace, slamming into her now that I know she’s adjusted to my size.

Everything in me—my patience, my restraint, my reservations—shatters as I finally stake my claim. Sienna Falcone will never escape my clutches, not even in the afterlife.

Her head sinks to the mattress, her hips pushing back against me, matching each of my thrusts as a new wave of pleasure has her screaming around the belt. I continue circling her clit. Her nails curl into the sheets as I pump into her, my muscles bunching and tightening, focused on her every breath and moan, forcing myself not to come undone until she does.

I can barely make out her “fuck” as tears begin streaming down her face. Then she screams, and her entire body bunches, her legs trembling as she falls apart around me.

I jerk my hips, pumping into her tight hole as I tease my fingers at her entrance, torturing her untouched pussy. She’s fucking soaked, squirming under my fingers. And once the last pulse of my orgasm stops, I pull out slowly, watching as my cum leaks out of her.

I release my hold on the belt and then flip her onto her back. She gasps in surprise as I begin rubbing my fingers against her pussy’s entrance.

“Are you hurt?” I ask gently, wanting to make suremy little doll isn’t broken entirely. Yet. Because I’m far from done with her.

“A little, but it was so hot,” she says in a bewildered and subdued state of pleasure.

“Good, because I’m not done with you yet. Your cunt still needs to be worshipped,” I say as I lean over and then lap at her pussy with my tongue. Her knees squeeze around my head, but her sensitivity is no deterrent for me as I begin to worship her.