Page 27 of Captured Obsession

As the pressure builds, I bite down on his hand. His nostrils flare as an animalistic noise escapes him. The hard friction of the book rubbing against my clit causes a peculiar sensation of electric pulses. I moan, and he cups my jaw, allowing me to continue biting his hand.

My nostrils flare when I inhale sharply at thesensation of my orgasm building. I close my eyes, wanting to focus on my bliss.

“Open your eyes,mishka,” he commands. “You will look at me when I make you come undone.”

I whimper as my eyes spring open. I’m a fool for falling under his spell, but I’m unable to deny the visceral magnetic attraction. I can't look away, on the verge of my breaking point.

He throws the book to the side with so much force, it lands on one of the plates on the balcony table. He pulls his hand from between my teeth and clasps it around my throat, pinning me against the bookshelf, then he drops to his knees again, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder. All I can do is stare down at him as he eats me out like a starved man.

My pussy is numb, tingling. And this powerful man’s tongue is diving so deep inside me that I'm squirming against his sensual attack.

Fuck.

I break apart, my breath now coming in harsh pants as I see stars, all of my attention focused on him as he continues licking and eating my orgasm.

My body trembles with the confusing pleasure as I continue to ride the high. When he pulls back, his face is covered with my juices as he says in his gravelly accent, “You can release your hold on the ice cube now,mishka.”

Relief escapes me as I push it out, and it falls to the floor, little more than pea-sized now. However, thenumbing sensation remains. That's when reality crashes back in.

I shove him away by the shoulders, and almost as if he were expecting it, he catches himself and then gets to his feet. I immediately bend over to pull my panties back over my hips.

“I fucking hate you so much,” I seethe, my heart racing and my mind whirling with absolute bewilderment as to how I let this happen again. This man is leading me to damnation, and I'm just a fool dancing under his fiddle.

A devilish smirk pulls at his lips; he’s not at all remorseful. When I look down, I notice how hard his cock is beneath his pants.

“I'm going to my room, and don't fucking follow me. You're not welcome.” I'm across the room within seconds, flinging open the wooden doors. When I step out into the hall, it’s not Sergey but Andrei standing guard. He looks at me from the corner of his eye but says nothing as I storm down the hall. I don’t need to look back to know he shadows me.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

12

NIKOLAI

Iwatch from the balcony as Andrei walks Sienna outside. She says something to him as she picks a flower and offers it to him, and he reluctantly takes it.

My thoughts spin as I try my hardest to give her space. I'm duty bound to observe, but whenever I'm up close, I'm finding my discipline shortens every time. It's been two days since I had her grinding against my hand like the little whore she is, and ever since, she's given me the silent treatment at our breakfasts.

Instead of pushing the matter, I've accepted it for what it is because I’m balancing on a fine edge of obsession that I can’t let compromise my focus.

Agata mentioned Sienna was feeling stir-crazy within the walls of her confinement. And I thought it was within my power to ensure that my little pet still gets her daily walk, as per our agreement.

This isn't who I am. I live for the thrill of the hunt and of killing. Now that I'm lacking that outlet, I'm obsessing over my captive and herneedsall because of a stupid fuckingpinkie promise.

I need a way to purge the erratic energy building inside me. One where I’m not caught up inher.

I make my way down to the back of the manor, where two of my men train. It's a hot day, the sun blaring down. I watch as they engage in hand-to-hand combat. Considering I'm relatively new to the ranks, I'm not impressed. Sure, they might have some maneuvers, but they're young, and I can tell they’re used to being within an organized and controlled environment. All of these men The Wolf has given me are disposable pawns. And I know I’m no different.

When they notice me, they stop what they’re doing to acknowledge me. “Sir,” one of them says, and I already don’t like the way he addresses me.

“Which of you would like to challenge me first?” I ask them in Russian as I unbutton my shirt. They look at one another and then step forward at the same time.

Good, at least they both have initiative. Although, the most strategic move would have been to watch the first fight in order to gain an advantage.

“Very good. Then I shall take both of you on at the same time,” I say as I remove my shirt and toss it to the side.

They seem indignant at the fact that I'm willing totake them two on one, but I'm more than eager to demonstrate why I’ve been tasked with this role.

“What have you heard about me?” I ask, curious how far rumors have spread amongst the Russian families.