Page 61 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

“I don’t know who I had it with either. The child I was nannying for was finally in remission, so the family took me on vacation with them, and I guess I sleepwalked out into the hall of the hotel and woke up the next morning in a stranger’s bed. I don’t remember—”

Artur’s hot, demanding kiss steals my breath.

“It was me, Millie,” he murmurs against my lips.

I pull his hair until he lifts his head enough for me to see his entire face.

“What?” I ask, certain I misheard him.

“It was me. You had sex with me,” he says.

“Wait… I… How? That doesn’t make sense. Don’t lie to try and make me feel better,” I accuse.

“I’m not. It was really me,” he insists.

A horrible thought steals my joy, and a sudden sense of feeling dirty and exposed spears through me. I long to push him off me but fear lying naked and alone worse than having his body over mine.

“Have you known all this time? Is that why you refused to hire me? You thought I was a—”

He snarls, nips my bottom lip hard enough to sting, and takes advantage of my gasp by claiming the dark recesses of my mouth. When he pulls back, the pressure in my core warns of an epic release.

“Don’t you fucking dare finish that sentence, angel. I didn’t know it was you I shared a bed with that night until I saw your drawings a few days ago. I thought you knew and were just embarrassed, so I didn’t bring it up,” he explains.

I search his face for signs of deception but find none.

“I honestly had no idea,” I whisper.

He dips down and brushes his lips side to side over mine as he responds.

“I believe you,” he whispers.

I play with the silky hair at his nape as I work through the new information.

“We really had sex three years ago?” I ask.

“Oh yes. We did. All night long. We were unhinged. Wild. I was spent for days afterward,” he murmurs with a hungry glance at my lips.

“I was too, but I couldn’t remember anything. All I had to go on was the hotel room when I woke up. It was a mess,” I shudder.

His lips curve in a devilish smirk.

“Don’t worry, angel, I’ll make sure you remember every dark and dirty thing I do to you tonight,” he vows.

He does. Oh god, he does.

I writhe, twist, demand, and beg as he worships me with his mouth and hands, and in return I flood the sheets with countless orgasms. The pride and adoration in his handsome face as he aligns our bodies and fits the head of his cock to my entrance only weaves me deeper under his spell. I dig my heels into his butt and pull the first inch of him into me.

The horrible, wonderful stretch steals my breath. It hurts, but I don’t want to wait anymore. I want all of him now, but before I can tighten my legs around him, he snarls, grabs my ankles, and pins my knees to my chest.

“My naughty angel is going to make me come too soon.” He tilts his hips away until his tip pops free. With my knees to my chest and his thighs bracketing my ass, I have no leverage to gain control.

I’m at his mercy. Magma swirls in my core, and fresh wetness seeps from my pussy.

Artur’s wicked chuckle only strengthens my response. The diabolical jerk thrusts his hips and grinds the underside of his shaft along my clit. I squeak and writhe.

“Hold on tight, Millie. I’m going to take my time exploring every inch of you, inside and out.” He sinks his tip into my entrance with diabolical slowness. “You’re mine. All mine. Forever,” he vows.

I lose myself in the throes of passion as he pours every ounce of himself into me. He worships, wrecks, and steers me into uncharted territory until I can’t tell where I end and he begins. From slow and gentle to hard and brutal, we weather the storm and find our release together. Floating in a sea of bliss, I cry tears of joy and kiss every inch of him within reach. His massive cock lodged deep inside me hurts in a delicious, overwhelming way and I never want the moment to end.