The Gangleader's Obsession ✔️

Chapter 28

"I love you," he whispered between our lips as he pulled me closer.

My heart swelled as I heard those words. The tone of his voice, the warmness, the sternness and how meaningful he sounded. The way he didn't stutter even at this emotional moment. This made me believe he did love me.

This man followed me for ten years as I moved from state to state. This man never stopped looking for me, never stopped loving me. Even after that day at my apartment door when I told him I didn't need him.

He still tried to get me back, to get us back.

Most men would have given up after that incident at my door but he didn't. He was not most men, he was my man. The one I loved, the one I run to, the one I belong to and the one I want for life.

He was the one I dreamed of, the one that no matter what will always have a place in my heart. Even if sometimes I choose to ignore it. He was my shelter. Sometimes he would break down but with me helping him, he would build up and get stronger so he could keep me safe and provide for me.

We may have taken the long way in life that caused us pain that tested our love, that abused us physically and mentally but it looked like we've made it out alive and together.

"I love you Daniel Darquan," I said as I broke our kiss and stared in his chocolate orbs.

They were filled with joy. They were vibrant, full of life and they were staring at me with love pouring out of them.

He smiled at me a genuine one, one that reached his eyes. He crashed his lips on mine hungrily, our kiss was rough and filled with emotions. In this one kiss was all the feelings we kept in for ten years. The love, the lust, the pain, the loneliness, all of it. His tongue worked mine roughly and I moaned.

Suddenly, I was lifted off my feet, I wrapped them around his waist as he pushed my back against the wall. He kissed me hungrily as he tugged on the hem of my shirt. He pulled it over my head and I giggled like a schoolgirl. He moved from the wall and placed me on the couch after ripping off the plastic covering.

"Let's christen the couch," he whispered seductively. I internally screamed YES!

He quickly worked on my slippers, throwing them behind him. He pulled off my shorts and threw it across the room. Leaving me in my shell-pink bra and thong. I wrapped my legs around his waist once more, then flipped him over changing our positions.

I kissed his lips passionately then bit on his bottom lip. He moaned and groped my ass. I moaned and he squeezed it some more. I broke our kiss and started to kiss his chest. I kissed his scar and he whispered my name. Soon I felt his erection poking at me.

I kissed and nibbled his neck as I ran my hands down to his v line. He shivered and the next thing I knew my back was on the couch.

He pulled off my bra and underwear, pulled down his sweatpants and his length sprang free. He placed my legs on his shoulders and rubbed his swollen tip around my wet entrance. He took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucked on it then bit it and crashed into me.

I cried out in pleasure and pain. He slammed into me again, I mewled. He started fast, then he went faster and harder. I cried out in sweet ecstasy as he did. He grabbed one of my breasts and played with it, pulling it, twisting it as he sucked and nibbled the other.

He held my nipple with his thumb and pointer, he pinched it and twisted it. I moaned his name, between his thrusts and my aching stiff nipples... it was erotic. I was falling from cloud nine at one minute, then the next minute I was on it, then another I was climbing above it.