Page 8 of His Forbidden Obsession

I’d told myself it was, but that had been a lie. “Your father can go fuck himself, and you don’t know anything about my type.”

“I doubt you hook up with virgins.”

His reaction to me at the party let me know he was inexperienced, but despite knowing Ivanov’s preferences, I’d still assumed he’d had some bad, fumbling sex in high school. Jesus, how could such a hot little twink be a virgin?

Isolation. Fear. Abuse.

I wanted to erase it all. I lowered my lips until they were almost on his and held myself there. “Tonight, you’re exactly what I want.”

“Lorenzo.” He breathed my name into my mouth.

I didn’t try to be gentle this time. The kiss was hard and demanding. Nikolai shocked me when he met me with the same amount of passion. I felt the moment he gave in to what he wanted. He sank back into the wall, opened for me, and let me have exactly what I wanted.

I slid my hands down to his ass, gripping him tightly and lifting him against me. He wrapped his legs around my waist, and I thrust against him, loving the feel of his cock, which was hard as hell now.

“Fuck you feel good. I’m going to get you so hot you’ll think you’re going to die, then I’ll make you come so hard you see stars.”

“I… I really can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can. Let go and enjoy it.”

He shook his head. “It’s not that easy.”

I took his chin in my hand and forced him to look at me again. “It can be.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be downstairs talking with my father and his… associates?”

I shook my head. “You’re far more interesting than business talk.”

He ran his tongue over his bottom lip, and I had to force myself to remember how innocent he was. I wanted to throw him on the bed and drive right into him. He wasn’t ready for that.

“You really should leave.” The conviction he’d had earlier was gone from his voice. He knew fucking me was inevitable.

Seeing him look up at me from under his lashes, his eyes dark, his lips red and swollen from my kiss, was killing me. “That’s only going to happen after I make you feel so fucking good you’ll never forget this night.”

“I wouldn’t anyway, even if you left now.”

I smiled. “Let me show you what unforgettable really means.”

His gaze dropped to my lips again, and his eyes darkened. I was reeling him in. He’d give me anything I asked for before the night was over.

“Relax,” I ordered him as I brought my lips to his again, tipping his head up and pushing him back against the wall. My hand slid from his chin down to his neck. I didn’t quite choke him, but I applied enough pressure to make him gasp into my mouth.

“More,” he begged.

Jesus, he liked my hand around his throat. He was exactly what I needed, a pliant, submissive man who would let me control him and make him beg.

“I’ll give you everything you need,” I told him, squeezing his throat as I thrust against him, working our cocks together, wishing we were naked so I could feel his skin against mine. I used my hips to hold him in place so my free hand could untie his robe and push it open. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

“Th-thank you.”

I ran my hand over his hard stomach and up to tease one of his dark pink nipples. He whimpered, and I twisted it, tugging and watching his eyes roll back in his head.

“Does that feel good?”

He whined in response, and I ran my thumb up his throat, pressing against his Adam’s apple. “You need this, don’t you? You need a man to make you feel good.”

“Yes.” The shaky, breathless word made my cock harden even more. I was desperate to wrap my hand around his cock and mine and jerk us off together, but then things would be over way too fast. I was determined to move slowly so I could get him to the point where he was sobbing into his pillow with pleasure.