Obsession Read online Ann Mayburn (Cordova Empire #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Cordova Empire Series by Ann Mayburn
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Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 106948 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 535(@200wpm)___ 428(@250wpm)___ 356(@300wpm)
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His pleased murmur made me smile and I closed my eyes, reveling in the feeling of his tongue tracing between the folds of my inner and outer lips, clenching internally when he bit one swollen labia hard enough to sting. Right away he sucked that tender flesh into his mouth and soothed the pain, turning it into pleasure as he slowly inserted first one, then two fingers inside of me, stroking me with slow, easy, devastating pumps that tightened my sex and made me gasp.

“That’s it, baby girl,” Leo said from beneath my dress, “rub that sweet cunt on my mouth.”

I almost lost my balance but he braced me with one of his hands behind my ass while he continued to finger fuck me with the other. My clit twitched against his lips as the way he said “baby girl” rolled through my mind, turning me on by its taboo nature. The thrill of doing the forbidden, of being dirty, had always been my secret vice. Well, maybe not so secret. My eBook collection was full of stepbrothers, forbidden office affairs, and taboo couples like priests and nuns. So being Daddy’s baby girl fell right into what turned me on.

In a mindless state of arousal now, I moaned and did as he asked, my hips moving against his lips while he stuck his tongue out and let me rub my clit against it. “Thank you, Daddy, it feels so good.”

He growled against my pussy and the vibration had me going up on my toes. With ruthless efficiency, he sucked on my clit and I realized he’d been playing with me, stretching this out, because he could make me come in less than ten seconds if he put his mind to it. Tremors shook my legs and he guided me down to the floor so I was on my back, Leo eating my orgasm the whole damn time.

If I hadn’t been coming my brains out on his greedy tongue, I would have been impressed by his coordinated movements. As it was, all I could do was tell him over and over again in a weak voice how good he was, how hard I came, and how much I loved his tongue, his cock, his fingers, and just about every other body part of his that brought me pleasure.

When he finally raised his head from beneath my skirt, I was puzzled by the fact that he didn’t look at me. No, he stared over my head with an arrogant smirk as he stood while helping me to my wobbly feet. I was dizzy for a moment, swaying before he steadied me, his gaze still trained behind my back.

When I turned around to try to figure out what he was looking at, I screamed and darted behind him, humiliation filling me as three men dressed in black suits stared back at me.

Awesome, three strangers had just watched me climax, then babble about how wonderful Leo’s thick fingers were, how much I loved them stuffed inside of me.

They were all Hispanic, with lovely dark skin and thick black hair that they both spiked on top. They stared back at me with impassive expressions, as if finding Leo eating out a girl in his kitchen was the norm. Leo growled next to me and suddenly of the guys looked over my shoulder, obviously pretending I didn’t exist.

The third man who continued to watch me, despite Leo’s territorial growl, was a very handsome, but intimidating dark-haired man in his early thirties, with skin the warm tone of lightly creamed coffee. Like Leo, he had longer hair than was currently in fashion, but his was slicked back and tied in a low ponytail that somehow managed to look sexy instead of sleazy. He was wearing a nice suit and grinning hard enough that a dimple appeared in his tanned cheek. There was something about him, maybe the hint of a tattoo that I saw peeking up around the collar of his white dress shirt, that reminded me of the boxers I would see through the window of the gym near my apartment, muscled but compact, all power and speed instead of brute strength like the two behemoths behind him.

To complete my humiliation, Leo sucked the fingers he’d had inside of me into his mouth, licking them clean with obvious relish before growling out, “What do you want?”

The dimpled man cleared his throat. “I brought the items you requested. When Judith told me what you needed, I had to come see for myself the only woman allowed to call you by your first name.”

“What?” I stared up at Leo. “What’s he talking about?”

“Get out,” Leo growled, ice coating his gaze and making my belly cramp with a rush of fear. “Now.”

Holding up his hands, the cocky man stared back at Leo, the smile falling from his face as if it had never been there, leaving behind a really scary guy. His hazel-green eyes were dead, cold—kind of like Leo’s right now. But something about him let me know he was afraid of the man holding me to his side. I hate to admit it, but I liked that people were afraid of Leo, and that I was safe with him in a way they never could be. I’m not sure how I knew this, I just did, as well as I knew Leo was getting more and more pissed with each passing second. Being hyperaware of others’ emotional states means I can sense someone’s growing anger when normal people still can’t detect it.


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