Page 91 of Bound in Obsession
His words break something inside me. I stop fighting it. I let go.
My moans grow louder, shameless, echoing through the gym as he fucks me harder. “Nico— please—fuck me harder?—”
“That’s my girl,” he groans, biting down on my shoulder. “Let them all hear how well you take my cock.”
I come again with a broken cry, my pussy clenching violently around him, as pleasure rips through me. He follows right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside me with a low, guttural groan of my name.
We stay like that for a moment, both of us breathing hard. Then he slowly pulls out, helps me back into my shorts, and lifts me into his arms.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, burying my face in his shoulder as he carries me out of the gym.
He doesn’t take me back to my room. He carries me straight to his bedroom.
We shower together, and he fucks me again against the shower wall, slower this time, my back pressed to the cool tiles as he thrusts deep and steady, kissing me like he can’t get enough.
When we finally step out of the shower, I notice something I had missed earlier. My things are here.
My skincare bottles are lined up on his bathroom counter. My toothbrush is sitting in the holder right beside his. My hairbrush is there, placed carefully next to his.
“Let's get you something to put on.” He takes my hand leading me to his massive walk-in closet.
And there, I find my clothes are neatly hung and folded in his massive walk-in closet, right next to his tailored suits and shirts.
It feels… domestic. Intimate. Like we’re a couple.
“Why did you move my stuff?” I ask softly.
He cups the side of my face, thumb brushing slowly across my cheek.
“Because I don’t want us sleeping in separate bedrooms anymore.”
My chest feels too tight. I don’t know what to say. So I just kiss him, pouring everything I can’t put into words into that kiss.
That night, we fall asleep in each other’s arms. And I feel like I'm exactly where I'm meant to be.
CHAPTER THIRTY
Nico
I wake up to the feeling of Eleonora pressed against me, her soft, warm body curled into my side.
Her head rests on my chest, one leg thrown over mine, and her breathing is slow and even. The morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a gentle golden glow across her face. She looks peaceful. Beautiful. Mine.
I can’t keep my hands off her. My fingers trace slow, lazy circles on her bare back, down the curve of her spine, over the dip of her waist. I brush a few strands of dark hair away from her cheek, letting my thumb linger on her skin.
How the hell did we get here? I’ve never shared my bed with a woman before her. Never allowed anyone to sleep in my room, let alone wake up beside me. But with Eleonora… the thought of her in another room, even one door away, feels wrong now.
She’s done something to me. She’s cracked open parts of me I didn’t know existed. Feelings I never thought I was capable of.
I lean down and press a soft kiss to her forehead, breathing her in for one last moment before I reluctantly slip out of bed. I get dressed quietly, pulling on a black shirt and slacks, then head downstairs to the kitchen.
Lea is already there, bustling around as usual. She turns when she hears me, a knowing little smile on her face.
“Good morning,” she says, handing me a fresh cup of coffee. “Sleep well?”
I take the mug, eyeing her. “What is it? You have that look.”
She smiles wider. “Nothing. I just like seeing you happy.”
