Wicked Obsession by Cora Zane Read Free Book Online Page B

desire had begun to grow inside her, high and sweet. Her clit was hard, her inner thighs slick with her own passion. She wished his cock was pounding into her, taking her hard, without mercy, until she had no other choice but to let go of all her pent up anxiety.
    Julian leaned his head back, watching her fuck him with her mouth. His hands stroked her hair, his hips pumped in small motions. His hand rested on the back of her head in a gesture of praise and encouragement. Turned on by the heated look in his eyes, she laved her tongue around the crown of his cock and raked her nails along his corded thighs. Soon, he was lost to the motion. Ecstasy blazed through him, sweet and high, a thousand delicious sensations coaxed forward by those plush, red lips. As his control began to slip away, he serenaded her with his ragged, uneven breathing.
    “Ah, yes…” he growled, then stiffened and fell into a tense silence as he reached climax. He came in thick spurts against her tongue, and was left shaking, gasping for breath.
    A low moan rumbled in his chest. His expression hazy, he watched her lick every drop of him. In reward for a job well done, he stroked her cheek, his fingers trailing a path to her chin, which he lifted so that she looked up at him, her chest rising and falling fast with her panting breaths. “You’ve pleased me, well, tyros .”
    Tyros . Unsponsored one. The name struck her heart like a spike. He let go of her chin, and she sat back on her knees, realizing she still had her high heels on. While he recovered in the chair, she turned around to go pick up her clothes. She trembled with lust, her clit throbbing, begging for attention. She wished he would bend her over the sofa table and fuck her from behind, but it was too soon after her arrival. She couldn’t make demands of him now. Instead, she reached for her dress.
    “Leave it.” The command stopped her cold. His eyes watched her like a viper. The robe fell open when he stood up, and she drank in the sight of his lean, chiseled body. “We are not done yet.” He walked around her and across the room to a gold metal screen covering the wall on the right side of the fireplace. He touched a switch she hadn’t even noticed was there, and the gilt screen slid aside. It was the door to an elevator. If he hadn’t shown her, she’d never have guessed. “Get up.”
    She did as he said. “My clothes…”
    “You don’t need them.”
    He expected her to walk through the house wearing nothing but high heels? She glanced at the discarded dress and was about to make a grab for it anyway when he called her down.
    “Eleni,” his voice was stern, “I haven’t fucked you yet and I’m becoming impatient.”
    Was he trying to make her uncomfortable on purpose? She didn’t want to question his motives, but Rubio had gone out of his way to put her in more uncomfortable scenarios than she cared to remember. And he had done so out of spite. She sincerely hoped that wasn’t one of Julian’s secret kinks.
    Feeling exposed and a little awkward, she braced her hand on the side of the leather chair to help pull herself to her feet. As hard as it was for her to trust him, she had no real choice but to give her new Biter the benefit of the doubt.
    Julian stood aside to let her into the narrow elevator. When she was inside with him, he slid the grate closed and pressed the button to take them upstairs. As soon as they were in motion, he turned to her and pulled her close to him. Ah, to feel a woman in his arms again, one that was his for the taking, not a borrowed vein from Marguerite’s harem. He found her mouth and kissed her, nipping those full sweet lips still salty from his essence. The warm satin of her skin enticed him to slide his hands along hips and around to the smooth mounds of her buttocks. He pulled her taut against him, flesh to flesh, and nearly groaned. He traced his tongue along her throat, taut amusement curling through him when she stiffened ever so