Page 68 of Obsessed Mr. O’Brian

With breath-taking strength, he lifts me off my feet and drapes me over the cushioned ottoman, gathers my skirt onto my back, and groans as he realizes I’m not wearing panties.

I drop my sketchbook on the floor and reach back to help undo his fly. He hisses as I wiggle my hand into his trousers and pull out his massive cock.

“Fucking hell, angel, you’re killing me,” he growls.

“No, you’re killing me, Artur. I need you. Now,” I whimper.

He slides his thick, hard dick into me in one long, overwhelming thrust. I gasp, twist, and pull my skirts out of the way for a better view. He thrusts and hits a super sensitive area deep inside me. I hiss and arch. He wedges a hand between my hips and the ottoman, finds my soaked clit, and strokes with relentless precision.

I launch over the edge in record time, gasping and grappling with the fabric of my dress as he pounds into me again and again.

His release punches deep within me with the force of a tsunami. I shudder and grab his wrist, needing a tether so I don’t fly away with no way to return.

He weaves his fingers into mine and kisses my knuckles. Once we both return to earth, he pulls out, cleans us up, and helps me to my feet.

I wrap my arms around him and kiss his chin.

“I love you, Artur,” I say.

“I love you too, Millie,” he vows.

We hold each other for a few minutes before Quinn returns. Artur walks me to my bridal suite to freshen up and fix my makeup.

No one objects when I join the entire bridal party in the hallway. Artur and I made it clear we will not let superstitions rule our lives, so we’ll do things our way. He already survived a lightning strike and the odds of a second aren’t worth limiting ourselves. We will not waste time apart because of some silly wife’s tale.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

I turn with wide eyes toward the sweet little girl’s voice, certain I’m mistaken even though I know in my heart it’s real. Lola runs down the hall with Summer trailing behind her.

I bend and catch my daughter as she launches herself at me.

“I hope the photographer caught that. Everyone’s expressions were so precious,” Summer says.

Isaac’s boyfriend waves his fancy camera to inform us he did.

“Did you put her up to this?” I ask.

Summer shakes her head.

Artur wraps himself around us. Peace and joy flow through me.

This is where I belong. All three of us belong together. We’re a family bound by our hearts instead of our blood. Nothing could make this more perfect.

Lola shows growth and healing every day. Artur is attentive and loving to us both. I pour my heart and soul into them.

Nothing will ever come between us again. Not Regina, not my father, not pain, nor hardships. We’re not alone.

We have each other. Forever.

The same weathered man who glared at Summer during Karey’s wedding fills the end of the hall. His eyes never leave Summer's frame. She stiffens as she senses him.

Queasiness grips me. I shove Lola into Artur’s arms and sprint to the nearest bathroom where I promptly expel the meager contents of my stomach.

Artur’s concern when I join the bridal party in the atrium warms my heart.

“I think it was just nerves,” I shrug.

He kisses my forehead.