The Maddest Obsession (Made, #2)

by Danielle Lori

“Did you want to be?” His words were laced with deep insinuation and intimacy, and I suddenly knew two things: He was an asshole, and he had handcuffed a woman in bed.

“Wait,” I breathed, turning to him. “What does her name mean?” He opened the door and a sliver of light poured onto the terrace. Black suit. Broad shoulders. Straight lines. His head turned just enough to meet my gaze. Blue. “It means ruler of men.”

The tremor in my veins became the hot buzz of an electric line. And then I did it for everyone who couldn’t. I did it for every bruise. Every scar. Every slap against my face. Most of all, I did it because I wanted to. I screamed.

I was young. Pampered. Full of ennui.

“You don’t seem to have the same opinion regarding . . . other parts of a woman’s anatomy.” I laughed. I wouldn’t have a problem with any part of a certain woman’s anatomy. Truthfully, I’d let her spit in my goddamn mouth. “So, if you’re willing to . . .” “Eat pussy?”

Hands braced on the bar, he only watched me unclasp his watch. My breath grew dense in my lungs. I was simply removing his watch, yet somehow, it felt like I was undoing his belt.

“You want to know why I don’t touch you?” I shook my head. “Because if I did, I wouldn’t stop. Not until I’d snuffed out that pretty fire in your eyes.” His gaze flashed. “Don’t shut yourself in a room with me again, Gianna.” He left, but his warning stayed behind.

The air sparked in the small space between us, and it made me so uncertain I opened my mouth again. “Or maybe harassing women is on the daily agenda—” “Shut up.” I glared at him.

“I’ll let you know when I start taking orders from little Italian girls.”

He nipped at my clit and I yelped, trying to jump back and out of his hold. Pain pulsed in that spot. His narrowed gaze found mine. “You take what I give you.”

“Go ahead and say it,” he warned. I did say it, because one, he’d goaded it from me, and two, I was a glutton for punishment. “You’re an asshole.” I was expecting it, but I still had to hold in a gasp when he smacked me between the legs. Dark satisfaction crawled up from where I’d hidden her deep inside, fiery-red hair and all. “Anything else?”

The next fifteen minutes happened, and that bet was practically in the bag. It seemed Ace had had enough of Elena and Christian’s chat, and so, naturally, he pushed her into the pool, leaving everyone staring and speechless.

Like something I wanted to worship and degrade at the same time.

He dropped my wrist, smoothed his tie, and eyed the room like he was on security detail. “I find your presence bothersome. Go put yourself somewhere else.” “Fine. I do need to find out more about Sebastian.” I took a step in that direction, but he grabbed my wrist again.

Her eyes fell down my body. “You know, some of us girls actually use a mirror when getting dressed in the morning.” “Some of you also drop to your knees for a twenty-dollar bill,” I retorted, as I pushed past her and opened the door.

A growl of satisfaction against the nape of my neck, and then a little nip. “Back seat.”

A smile touched my lips. “You’ve been thinking about me, huh?” I’d only been teasing him by repeating something he’d once said to me and certainly didn’t expect his response. “Only when I need to come.”

“Fix it yourself, stronzo.” “You’re an attention-seeker, sure, but not a fucking tease.” “And you’re a selfish bastard who takes and doesn’t give anything in return,” I snapped. “Selfish?” He laughed. “I ate your pussy for so long last time I can still taste you three years later.”

“Ty samaya krasivaya zhenshchina kotoruyu ya kogda-libo videl.” “What did you say?” “You’re annoying.”

“And here I was,” I muttered, “telling everyone who’d listen that you and I are an item.” His eyes settled on my door. He ran his tongue across his teeth in thought. “I’ve already made it Facebook official. I won’t change it back, Christian. The amount of jealousy coming in has brought me closer to world domination than I’ve ever been.”

“Easy.” I drew an imaginary line down the middle of the hall with my foot. “I get this part of the hallway, and you can have this part. As for the pool and gym, I get to use them during the day. You can have them once the sun sets, right after you get home from corrupting good Christian women.”

“Chocolate?” “Arsenic.” “My favorite.” He took the plate from my hand and slammed the door. I sighed. My neighbors sucked.

I shivered. “I’ve thought about you so much you’re mine now.” It was a growl that lowered into a threat. “You’re lucky you didn’t let him touch you, Gianna, because I really don’t like it when people touch my things.”

His possessive gaze watched mine, almost daring me to stop him, as he eased the dress up my thighs, baring the lacy fabric between my legs. My body shivered in anticipation. He pressed two fingers against my lips. “Suck.” Oh, God.

“You didn’t finish your phone call,” I breathed, as he dragged my panties down my legs. “Lie back and spread your legs.” “Aren’t you going to kiss me first?” I blinked at him.

Saul’s jaw was tight, but he only arched a brow. “That’s because you touched her.” I put my gun away and opened the door. “Every time you touch something that belongs to me, I’ll fuck up something of yours.”

He stilled, breath heavy, as he brushed his lips against the back of my neck. “I want to come inside you, malyshka.” My mind groaned in protest while my body screamed, YES.

He pulled me closer, until I stood between his legs. “We landed ten minutes ago.” “We did?” I frowned. “How did I miss that?” Something sexy played in his eyes. “You were too busy calling out for God.” I wished it didn’t happen, but I couldn’t stop it. I flushed.

Elena’s cousin leaned against the bar beside me. “The basement is all mine, baby. Even has its own entrance.” I laughed. “You really know how to tempt a woman. I’m not really a basement kind of girl, though.”

I joked about taking a selfie and wondering if he’d even show up in the picture. He told me he showed up just fine while fucking me in front of the bathroom mirror.

When you’re obsessed with something for so long and finally obtain it? It feels like coming home to God. And nobody gives up their fucking spot in Heaven.

Christian laughed at my expression. My frown deepened. “What if someone arrests me while you’re in the bathroom?” “I’d bail you out.” “If you couldn’t?” “I’d be locked up beside you.”

“There are plenty of women who could make you happier, Christian.” “You’re the only one I want.”

My dinner is late. Schoolgirl giddiness filled me at the fact he was texting me, even though I’d let him hold me down and screw the lights out of me last night. Me: I’m sorry, who is this? Christian: Funny. Me: Todd? Christian: I’m going to spank your ass. Me: Promise?

He didn’t like it, though, when I moved his stuff around. I’d hear a grumpy, “Gianna,” and something like, “There’s a reason I put my stuff where it is.” I was sure it was somewhere between crazy and nutso. He watched The Princess Bride with me. He didn’t like it. He played chess with me. I was a sore loser.

“I mean, he’s obviously tricked you into a relationship.”

A rumble of approval against my neck. His thumb brushed across my mouth. “This?” “You,” I breathed. His hand seared through my dress as he slid it down my stomach and cupped me between the legs. “And this?” My skin buzzed with heat and breathlessness. I inhaled. “You. It belongs to you.”

“Fine.” He shook his head, his eyes flashing with darkness. “How about because I love you, Gianna? Because I think I have since the moment I saw you? Because if you weren’t in this world anymore, I would find a way to take myself out of it?”