Divine Obsession (GodHood #2)

Chapter 25

Present

It was around eleven at night when it happened.

The party was in full swing, and everyone was already asking me what theme I was going to do next year. One table in the corner was stacked to the ceiling with gifts and presents. People were dancing, enjoying the amenities and having fun.

I didn’t mean to stare but I couldn’t help it.

Something pulled my attention like a dark, alluring energy. And before I could realize he too was watching me, it was too late to pretend I wasn’t interested.

He was tall, maybe six-two, and with the type of nice, large build that made suits look criminal on him. A black mask covered most of his face, contrasting against his rich, dark skin. Short, curly hair that made my manicured hands itch to pull at. A nice, expensive watch on his hand that made me bite my lip just thinking of it around my neck.

The party was dimly lit, but where he was sat at the bar, a soft, amber light shone from above, canting his features in shadows.

I knew he was watching me.

I could feel his eyes burning my skin, as he took me in, all the way from the pink heels with diamond straps wrapped around my ankles, to my thighs squeezed into the short dress, to the curve of my hips and the dip of my waist, to my pushed-up cleavage, up the slope of my neck and staying with finality on my masked face.

He hadn’t been the first to eye me.

But he was the first to catch my eye.

Something about his demeanor caused a purr in my chest.

It wasn’t long before he made his way over to me.

I’d looked away, only to find him gone from his spot at the bar when checking back. Instead, advancing with a laid-back sort of determination towards me.

“Enjoying the party?”

A deep voice that wrapped around me like velvet. Smooth like expensive liquor that already made my mind dizzy. Dark as sin that made the weight of nerves in my chest drop between my legs like a weight.

He’d stopped scandalously close to me, but all I could do was turn to face him as we both leaned against the secluded wall of the party. He smelled good, and there was something about his cologne that made the adrenaline in my veins relax.

“As much as any host can.”

“ Hm .” Something about the timber of his voice made heat pool in my tummy with anticipation. “You haven’t danced yet.”

A mischievous smile curved my lips. I’d never had much luck in dating, but I was starting to feel very lucky tonight.

Shamelessly, I fisted his tie and softly ran my hand down its length. “Have you been watching me the whole night?”

“What if I had?”

The covers of the masks made it hard to see each other’s eyes in the dim lighting, yet neither looked away. I said the only thing I could think of. “You haven’t danced either.”

“I’d rather stay here and talk to you.”

I couldn’t see half of his face, let alone his eyes, but the attraction was undeniable. My manicured finger dipped slowly down his shirt, feeling the muscles beneath and stopping somewhere above his belt. “I can think of a couple of other things we could do instead of talking.”

We stumbled into my bedroom.

We’d been kissing in the hallway, and didn’t stop or pull away once we stepped inside.

I didn’t know his name. And I didn’t care for it.

Neither made a move to turn the lights on as we advanced to the bed, and my curtains were drawn, leaving the room almost pitch black. Then both our masks were gone, abandoned somewhere on the floor, soon to be followed by our clothes.

Stepping backwards as he walked into me, kissing me so good I was floating, I was already pulling on his tie, then reaching to unbuckle his belt. His hands were on my ass, grabbing and pulling me apart – pressing me into him so I could feel his huge hard-on against my soft stomach.

I moaned into his mouth and he sucked my tongue, urging me to pull his suit jacket off. I clawed at his biceps. With the soft material of the blazer gone, I could feel the massive power in his form, under the dress shirt.

He spun me around, pulling my back into his front. I swayed into him as he dipped his head to my neck, kissing and biting. The purr of the zipper broke through our moans; his hand leaving goosebumps behind when it slowly made its way down my spine.

He let my pink dress fall to the floor and I stepped out of it, kicking it away. I hadn’t been wearing a bra since the dress was so tight it provided enough support. My fingers hooked on my pink thong, and I seductively pulled it down my hips and thighs before letting it too drop to the floor and stepping out.

I made no move to remove my stilettos.

I could feel the heat and pressure as he took in my naked back and ass. Anticipation pooled in my tummy, making me wonder what he’d grab first.

His hands fisted my breasts, massaging them and swaying me back into him. We moved together naturally, almost as if we’d done this before.

One of his rough palms dipped lower, resting on my lower stomach.

His mouth was on my neck and another hand switching between my breasts, but the one above where I needed him, wouldn’t move.

I was losing my mind. I hadn’t had a man touch me like this in so long, I was already close to begging.

Placing my hand over his, I tried to guide it lower.

He slapped one of my breasts and pulled at my hair, yanking a gasp out of my parted lips.

“You take what I give you.”

The growled words sent a weird sensation zipping through my temples, but when he kissed my neck again…

“ Please… ”

A low breath of amusement. “Let me play with you first.”

He didn’t give it to me right away. He licked and nipped at my neck until I was panting and throbbing between the thighs.

It was his turn to cover my hand in his larger one. He guided it lower, until he pushed both our hands between the gap of my thighs, and I felt how embarrassingly wet I was.

With his palm over the back of my hand, he controlled my movements. When he made my fingers circle my clit, my eyes fluttered closed and I let my head fall back on his chest.

“Oh my God… Yes .”

His hard-on pressed into my ass, and I was so turned on, and I wanted him to make me come so bad… I welcomed the pleasure in my core.

He pulled away.

“No–” My groan turned into a gasp when he effortlessly threw me on the bed, causing me to bounce on the mattress.

Then he was pulling me back by the ankles.

Lowering one knee on the bed, he spread me open and pressed his face between my legs, groaning deep . His large, merciless arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me harder into him just as he opened his mouth and dipped his tongue inside me.

A surprised moan jumped past my lips, followed by several moans and screams he forced out of me with each swipe.

I couldn’t think. His fingers dug into me, his mouth sucking on my clit. His tongue circling, side-to-side, up-down, then circling anti-clockwise.

“ Yes. Yes. Yes. ”

But the way he was eating me…

There was something dark lurking beneath. Like he needed this just as bad as I did – if not more .

And I would’ve been lying if it hadn’t made me wetter seeing how much he wanted me. How he wasn’t afraid of who I was or what mafia I belonged to.

When he started tongue-fucking me again, I reached for his hair – short and thick with curls. Scraped my pink stiletto nails through. Threw my head back and rolled my hips into his face.

“You taste even sweeter than I remembered, amai .”