Page 56 of Chains of Obsession

“That’s it, Angel, make yourself come on my thigh,” he growls as he grips either side of my hips, guiding me faster with each movement.

A hint of surprise hits me at his praise. And I immediately shove a lock on the door of my past. Begging it not to rear its ugly head.

His mouth claims mine once more, his tongue dominating my lips. Reaching beneath my crop top, he pinches my nipple, causing me to throw my head back in pleasure.

His eyes bore into mine as his finger brushes over the sensitive peak. I mewl and arch into him, wetness dripping down my thighs and soaking his trousers.

“I don’t like it when these”—he takes one of my nipples and pulls, making me hiss through my teeth in delicious pain—“are out on display for everyone to see.” There’s a tone of anger and jealousy in his voice.

“You can’t control me, Xander,” I sigh out. Though, as I chase the release I desperately need, he could tell me to follow him into the depths of hell, and I probably would.

He chuckles, his hand returning to my hip once more. “Not yet.”

I freeze, my panting filling the empty corridor. Xander’s dark eyes and smirk hold me hostage.

His mouth drops, and his hand palms my breast over my crop top. “Did I tell you to stop fucking yourself?”

I hum in my throat and throw my head back as he squeezes me.

“Answer me,” he demands in a growl, pulling on my nipple.

“No,” I cry out.

“Then keep fucking going until you come. Eyes on me.”

My eyes snap open as my hips resume their grinding. Fire pools low in my abdomen when his hand comes away from my neck and rests on my pelvis, grinding my hips back and forth.

“That’s a good girl.”

There’s that praise again. And there’s the pausing of my breath.

His hooded eyes burn into me as my hips pick up pace. Both of his hands grab my ass, aiding the speed.

“That’s it,” he whispers. “Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart.”

The pressure becomes unbearable, and my hips slow.

“Are you gonna come for me, Camila?” he murmurs, grinning.