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The Obsession PART THREE

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Chapter 2

Mira slapped a hand on his chest, but it was like pushing a hard brick wall. He didn’t budge.

“This isn’t why I came here.”

She tried to keep her voice calm, while her body had gone into instant meltdown as he had pressed his own to hers.

He lifted a thick, dark eyebrow.

“Isn’t it?” He asked, his voice mocking, “Dressed like this?” His fingers trailed to the strings tied behind her neck and tugged on the ends so that they started unravelling.

Mira gasped and held the edges of her dress up against her heaving chest.

He took her mouth, halting any protests she would have made. His lips scorched hers. He tasted of scotch and heated arousal. She was helpless not to respond. He tasted the same, yet different. Uniquely him.

He reached for her wrists, squeezing them gently so that she had no choice but to let go of her dress. He pinned her wrists behind her back, holding them together with one hand, while the other swept her dress down her chest to pool at her waist.

He released her lips so that he could watch her breasts heave, barely covered in her black, lace, demi cup bra.

“You’re so beautiful, but you already know that, don’t you?” He nipped the swollen mound, “That’s probably why you’re here.” He nipped the other mound and she bit back a moan.

His words barely registered in her foggy brain, but when they did, she shook her head quickly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Nicholai.”

That seemed to anger him.

He dipped his head and gripped the edges of her bra with his teeth and pulled it down to her waist, exposing the beaded nipples, begging for attention.

He didn’t hesitate, taking one into his mouth and sucking strongly.

Mira arched her back and cried out at the lash of sensation.

By the time he did the same with the other nipple, she was panting for him.

His free hand slid up her thigh, bunching the material of the dress at her waist. He cupped her boldly through the lace of her thong, which was now soaked.

He pressed his forehead against hers and she felt a wave of satisfaction to find that he was breathing hard, as if also fighting for control.

“Spread your legs for me, pretty girl.”

Mira didn’t hesitate. He’d made her addicted to him and it had been so long since she’d had him.

His fingers dipped, sliding between the wet folds to circle her nub.

Mira gasped and sat back on the edge of the desk so that she could spread her legs wider for him.

Nicholai stepped between her legs, his body aggressive as it crowded hers.

“Lie back.” He commanded, releasing her wrists so that she could lie flat on the desk.

Mira knew what to expect from him, so she reached back and gripped the edges of the desk with her fingers for support.

“Look at you.” Nicholai murmured, as his gaze took in her flushed skin and writhing body.

He gripped the lace thong and pulled, rendering the fabric and tossing it to the side.

He positioned a chair in front of the desk, directly between her legs, so that he could focus on her glistening mound. He gripped a thigh in each of his hands and positioned them over his shoulders, as his mouth descended.

Mira cried out at the first wet slide of his tongue through her slit.

His eyes grew heavy, as he set in with determination. His tongue circled her clit slowly and he watched as her hips followed his movements.

“Nicholai... Please.” Mira moaned. “Faster. I need to come.”

He bit her thigh and she jerked.

“You’ll get to come when I say and not before.”

When she said nothing, he bit again.


“Do you understand me, Mira? My way. Do you understand?”

She nodded. “Yes.”


His tongue circled her entrance and he watched in fascination as it clenched, spilling more of her juices - eagerly awaiting his cock.

He pushed one finger inside her, pumping with shallow thrusts and knew it still wasn’t enough to make her come.

Another thick finger joined the first and Mira raised her hips in time with his thrusts, her mouth opening on a sigh.

His fingers reached deep, deliberately sliding over her G-spot and Mira mewled in pleasure.

Just watching her pleasure, made his control slip; he couldn’t wait any longer.

“Come for me, my pretty.”

His mouth covered her clit and sucked hard, while his fingers thrust harder.

Mira’s eyes widened and then glazed over as she bucked against his mouth and came hard, her body stiffening.

Nicholai lapped at her juices, his tongue kept fluttering over her clit, prolonging her orgasm.

When he felt her finally relax, he unbuckled his pants and positioned himself at her slippery entrance.

He waited until her eyes met his.

Mira could feel the music vibrating in the room, making her own body pulse in excitement, yet she met his gaze squarely.

“Do you want me, Mira?”

She swallowed past her dry throat.


The tip of his cock stroked her entrance but not sliding inside, not yet.

“How badly do you want it?” He asked, reaching over to slide a thumb over her tight nipple, watching as it got even harder.

“So bad, Nicholai.” She whispered.

“And you’re sorry, for betraying me? For ever doubting me?” He slid that stiff cock over her clit, causing it to swell again.

Mira bit her lip and maintained her focus on those stormy blue eyes.

“I’m so sorry for everything.” She admitted, “I won’t do it again.”

He nodded once and then slammed inside of her with one hard thrust.

Mira screamed. The sound echoed in the small room.

Her fingers turned white as they gripped the edges of the desk. Her body slid back and forth against the desk, sending sheets of papers flying in all directions.

Nicholai thrust inside of her like a man possessed.

She watched as he gritted his teeth and gripped her hips.

She let go of the desk with one hand to squeeze her nipple, knowing it would take her even closer and drive him crazy at the same time.

She was right.

Nicholai growled at her and reached between their bodies to circle her clit with his thumb.

The orgasm spiraled through her hard and fast and she arched her back, taking him deeper and felt his answering release as he came in hot jets inside of her.

After a moment, he pulled out of her gently. Mira, on the other hand, could barely move.

Nicholai bent forward and sucked on a nipple, causing a delicious ripple through her body.

She caught him still staring at her and gave him a small smile.

“Am I forgiven then?” She asked, her voice scratchy.

He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

“Of course.”

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