Obsessed

Dalton

I could see Petra from where I was reclining on a leather chair looking at the paintings on the wall while she had her phone glued to her ear.

I heard a shuffle and then George's voice on the other end of the phone. “Are you alright, my dear? Dalton told me you won’t be home until tomorrow morning.”

She looked over her shoulder, her eyes finding mine in an instant. A devious smile curled up one side of her lips. “Yes, I am alright. He is going to take good care of me. Like really really good care of me." She aimed a sensual smile my way as her last words rolled out.

Jesus Christ, this woman. She was making me feel a lot of things with just a smile. I wanted every damn thing with her. To soothe her, comfort her, compliment her, fuck her dirty and rough, gag her tiny throat, spank her ass, and then lick the marks I’d leave on her.

I wanted it right there and then.

“I’ll try and be home early for breakfast.” She said and slide her tongue along her bottom lip, causing my