His Secret Obsession

ZARA’s POV I didn’t even remember when he left. One second his teeth were on my neck, the next I was sprawled out on cold marble, my body twitching from a ruined orgasm that never came. A cruel smirk on his lips and nothing but hate in his eyes. Lucien f*****g Moretti!. The bastard left me shaking, aching, and furious. My skin still buzzed where his fingers touched, where his filthy mouth made promises he had no intention of keeping. I wanted to rip his throat out. I wanted him to f**k me again. And this time, I wanted to c*m so hard I'd forget his name. But more than anything, I wanted to hurt him. The elevator dinged. I grabbed my silk robe, not bothering to tie it properly, still half-naked and f****d-up. If it was him again, good. I had a few things I wanted to say with my mouth, my hands, my nails, or my p***y, I didn’t care which. I was going to make him feel. But it wasn’t Lucien at the door. It was my f*****g stepfather. Sebastian Voss. Tailored suit. Rolex. That arrogant smile like he’d just closed a billion-dollar deal while casually ruining someone’s life. His eyes dragged down my body, lingering on the open robe and the bite on my neck. "Rough night, sweetheart?" he asked, voice smooth and rich like old whiskey. "You look like a girl who needs a little... recovery." I crossed my arms, robe gaping open just enough to tease him. "I thought you were with my mother." He smirked. "I was. But she’s boring when she sleeps." I should’ve slammed the door in his face. I should’ve screamed. I should’ve done anything except feel that little pulse between my legs. Fuck. I didn’t say anything because deep down, I was still reeling from Lucien. Still dripping from what he didn’t let me have. And here was Sebastian, smelling like money and power and every f*****g mistake I ever made. "Tell me, Zara…" Sebastian stepped inside without permission. "Is the boy you’re f*****g giving you what you need?" I scoffed. "You think I need anything from you?" "No. But I think you miss the way I made you feel," he whispered, lips at my ear. "I think you want to forget whoever made you look this wrecked, and you know I can do that for you." He wasn’t wrong, but I wasn’t that desperate. Not yet. I pushed past him and walked straight to the liquor cabinet, the robe slipping dangerously low over my shoulder. I didn’t tighten it. I poured whiskey into a glass with a trembling hand. The door slammed open behind me. Lucien walked in My heart slammed against my ribs. His voice came from behind me, low and laced with violence. “What the f**k is he doing here?” I turned, whiskey in hand, robe barely on, and fire in my chest. "None of your f*****g business." Lucien’s eyes burned as he looked between me and Sebastian. I thought to myself ‘A threesome would be great right now but f**k it!’ "You’re really gonna w***e yourself out to him now?" "You left, remember?" I stepped closer, chin up. "Or did you forget you pulled out and walked off like a coward?" Lucien was on me in a second. The glass hit the floor. Shattered. Just like my f*****g restraint. Sabastian couldn't stand it, i watched him walked out in anger like he was going to get a knife cut off lucien's dick Lucien grabbed the back of my head and yanked my hair, hard enough to make me gasp, his mouth just inches from mine. "I should’ve made you crawl for it," he snarled. "You should’ve f****d me properly." His grip tightened, and I felt it the moment he snapped. Lucien shoved me back against the wall, one hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. He cupped my p***y over the thin fabric of my panties, pressing in hard. "You're f*****g soaked. You let him see you like this?" "Maybe I wanted him to touch me," I spat. "Maybe I wanted someone who actually finishes what he starts." His fingers yanked my panties aside and slid through my slick folds. I gasped, my knees nearly giving out. "Say that again." He rubbed slow, cruel circles over my c**t. "Go ahead. Tell me you wanted him to f**k you." "Lucien…." "Say. It." I stared into his eyes, breathless, my body already begging. "I…." the words trapped Because his fingers plunged inside me, curling just right, hitting that f*****g spot that made my back arch and my mouth fall open in a moan. "You filthy f*****g liar," he growled. "This p***y's been crying for me since I walked out." His thumb pressed harder on my c**t. My hips jerked, needy. "Don’t stop. Please..." He pulled his fingers out and wiped them on my thigh. My mouth dropped open in shock. "You're not cuming until you beg like the desperate little b***h you are." "You f*****g asshole" He grabbed my face, squeezed my cheeks hard, forced my mouth open. "You want me to f**k that pretty mouth first? You want my c**k or are you just full of s**t like always?" Fuck!. I hated him. I hated how wet he made me. How my whole body ached just from the sound of his voice. I hated that I was about to get on my knees for a man who wanted to break me. "Say it," he murmured, rubbing my lips with his thumb. "Say you need me." I looked up at him. Defiant. Starving. Wild. "I need you to shut the f**k up and ruin me." Lucien grabbed my chin, tilting my head up. “You wish.” Then he shoved me back. Hard. My spine hit the wall, the shock stealing my breath and f**k, I loved it. “Take that f*****g dress off,” he growled. “Make me.” Lucien slammed into me with a force that made my body arch. His mouth crashed into my teeth, tongue. This wasn’t a kiss; it was a threat wrapped in hunger. I moaned into him, clawing at his jacket, dragging it off as he gripped my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around him without thought, instinct taking over. “You want to be f****d like a w***e, Zara?” he rasped into my neck, biting hard enough to bruise. “You came to the right f*****g monster.” “Then stop talking and do it,” I gasped, grinding against the thick bulge in his pants. Lucien dragged me closer, the glass table shattered under us. “I said take it off,” he growled again. I tore the dress open down the front, t**s spilling free. His eyes darkened. “f*****g perfect.” He didn’t even touch his own pants. Just shoved my thong aside and dragged his fingers over my slit. “Wet,” he hissed. “You f*****g love this.” “I hate you,” I gasped, back arching as he rubbed my c**t in brutal, perfect circles. “Say it again,” he whispered against my breast, flicking my n****e with his tongue. “Say it while I make you beg to cum.” I whimpered, legs shaking. His fingers slid inside me. Two. Thick. Deep. “God…fu..ck..ahh…Lucien…” He pulled them out. He stopped and smirked. “Not yet.” I was panting, p***y clenching around nothing, every nerve screaming for more. He dragged his fingers to my lips, coated in my wetness, and rubbed them over my mouth. “Open,” he ordered. I did. He slid them in slow, f*****g my mouth with my own arousal. “Such a dirty little thing,” he growled. “I could make you crawl for my d**k, couldn’t I?” “Try me,” I whispered. He pulled back and shoved his pants down, d**k springing free, thick, hard, curved just right. My mouth watered. Lucien gripped my chin. “Beg for it.” “No.” He leaned in, dickhead brushing my c**t. “Beg. Or I’ll make you sit here dripping for hours and never let you cum.” I clenched my jaw. But my hips rolled, chasing the heat. “Please,” I whispered. He didn’t move. “Please what?” “Please f**k me hard and don't stop.” Lucien smirked. Then slammed into me in one brutal thrust. I gasp for air as i felt his d**k in me. “f**k….fuck me hard…don't stop!” His hand wrapped around my throat as he f****d into me, each thrust savage, precise, like punishment and reward. My t**s bounced, my skin slapped against glass, and I was gone, completely f*****g lost. “You wanted this,” he snarled, voice low and rough. “You wanted the monster, Zara. Now f*****g take it.” He pulled out right as my orgasm clenched, leaving me sobbing. “No…Lucien..please, don’t..” “Too easy,” he growled. “You don’t get to c*m yet.” He spun me over, bent me over the couch, and spanked my ass hard enough to make me cry out. “You don’t get to c*m until I say so,” he whispered, dragging his d**k along my soaked p***y lips. “Understand?” “Yes..yes, please..just please.” Lucien slid back inside, this time slower, deeper. I whimpered, hands gripping the couch. “You’ll never forget this,” he hissed into my ear. “Not even when you’re riding your stepdaddy’s d**k. You’ll still be thinking about me.” “f**k you,” I spat. “That’s right, baby. Say it while you drip for me.” “Fuck..ahh…fuck me” He grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and kissed me hard