Page 64 of Captured Obsession

“Oh,mishka. You won’t remember any words, not even your own fucking name, once I’m done with you. Your throat will be too hoarse from sucking my cock and screaming in pleasure to speak anyway,” I say as I rub the head of my dick in the juices at her entrance.

As she opens her mouth to respond, I stuff my fingers between her lips, and she bites down hard. I shove my cock inside her cunt, all the way to the hilt, and she hitches in a tormented breath, tensing as I stretch her.

Her body is so perfectly built for mine—long legs and torso yet still so small compared to me—her tight pussy knowing exactly how to milk my cock.

She bites down harder on my fingers, drawing blood, and I smirk as I pull out and thrust back into her, forcing her back to arch off the mattress. I hold her in place as I pound into her, my muscles straining and her tits bouncing as she moans and licks my fingers.

I remove my hand so I can hear her harsh, primal pants. But it’s not enough. I pull out of her, then flip her onto her stomach. She squeals as I pull her up so her ass is in the air.

I suck on my thumb, then press it into her ass, and she squirms. “You like it, don’t you,mishka? The anticipation of how I’m going to fill you.”

“Just put your cock inside me, Nikolai,” she pleads desperately, and I love the way she begs when on all fours.

I thrust my cock into her cunt, and at this angle, she buckles forward with a scream, her chest dropping to the mattress, as if her arms don’t have the strength to hold her up.

“Oh fuck … this angle is…” she pants.

I pull out and shove back into her, eliciting another scream. Her head presses against the pillow as she whimpers in pure pleasure.

Fucking perfect and mine to ruin.

I slam into her, again and again, the slapping of our bodies sounding in the room as her screams becomewilder, and something within me becomes more exposed.

The truth. The absolute certainty that Sienna is mine.

And I have no fucking idea what to do with that, other than continue on this suicide mission.

Her pussy begins to tighten around my cock, and I know she’s close. This beautiful fucking woman is opening up to me in unimaginable ways.

My cock twitches as I dominate her, and as I slide back in, she cries out with my name on her lips. I spill into her, gritting my teeth as I pump her full of everything I am.

Her legs shake as her pussy milks my cock, her own high meeting mine as I slowly rock into her, not wanting one drop to go to waste.

I slide my hand down her back in a feather-light caress, comparing the purity of her skin against my tatted and scarred arm.

I’m the worst thing for her. But as of now, I’ve decided she’s mine to keep.

But above my own selfish demands, is the need to get her out of this fucked-up situation safely.

26

SIENNA

My eyes flutter open, and I stretch my arms above my head before wiping a bit of drool from my mouth. Then I suddenly jerk upright, my gaze going to the spot beside me that is now empty.

I look around the spacious room, realizing Nikolai is nowhere in sight. What time is it? Out of habit, I go to grab my phone from my bedside table, then remember I haven’t had it now for weeks.

The truth is, I don’t feel as compelled to use it. In an unconventional way, it’s become liberating to not be so connected. Perhaps not for my online presence, but forme.

I slip from beneath the pale-pink silk sheets, my body aching and bruised from the way Nikolai marked and fucked me last night. I throw on a pair of loose sweatpants and a beige crop top.

I slept like the dead, and for the first time in a long time, I feel somewhat rejuvenated. I yawn, raking my fingers through my hair, not even tempted to see what kind of bird’s nest mess it’s in.

At the bottom of the stairs, I spot Andrei first. He’s sitting on the sofa, reading the same book he was on the plane.

“Good morning, Andrei,” I say with a pep in my step. I feel the freest I’ve felt in a long time, which is ironic.

He seems surprised by my chipper tone but says, “Good morning, Miss Falcone.”