Blood & Obsession

"You walk around this house like you're not driving me insane," Nico growled, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head, caging her in with his body.

Siena gasped, but didn't flinch. Her defiance only made his hunger worse.

"You think I haven't noticed the way you look at me? Like you're torn between fear and wanting to feel what it's like to be fucked by a monster."

He leaned in, lips barely brushing hers-just enough to make her ache, just enough to make her chase him.

"You want me to ruin you, bella? Because that's what happens when you let the devil between your thighs."

She didn't answer with words. Her breath caught, chest rising against him, eyes full of fire-and need. That was all he needed.

Nico gripped her jaw, forcing her gaze to meet his. "No hiding now. I want you to feel every second of this. I want you raw. Shaking. Addicted."

His mouth crashed down on hers-hungry, consuming, claiming. One hand tangled in her hair, the other slid down her body like he owned every inch of it. And maybe he did.

He didn't undress her. He tore the lace, growling against her skin like the restraint in him had snapped.

"You're not allowed to come until I say so," he breathed, voice thick with lust. "You want to come? You beg for it. You scream for me."

Siena whimpered, and that sound-it undid him.

Because this wasn't just about sex. It was about control. Power. Obsession.

She belonged to him now. And he'd make damn sure she knew it.