Page 15 of His Wild Obsession


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Lucky bastard. I was starving. But I needed to take care of this first.

“She is not your baby girl, Frank. And this building is not yours. Like she said, It never will be,” I whispered in his ear.

“Hey, what do you know? The old lady can’t afford it and I got friends,” he whined.

“Your friends know who I am, Frank. Ask them about Adrik Volkov. Ask them about the Dark Wolf,” I told him.

I looked at Sofia, watching her as she watched me handle this piece of shit man. She did not look frightened. In fact, she looked content to see me terrorize him. Good. I would do that for her and more. Gladly. I let go of Frank’s neck, and he almost fell to the floor.

“Leave. Now.”

He nodded, scrambling to his feet as he grabbed his wife’s arm and pulled her along with him, barely taking the time to say goodbye. Nonna did not seem to mind. She was still coddling my men, and I growled, sending them all into a frenzy. They ate quickly and cleaned up, then left the room without me having to tell them.

“Oh, Sofia, I am so glad you came. After the bank called to tell me the liens and mortgage were bought, I was so confused. Then Uncle Frank came over and you know he tries this with me almost daily now,” she said, wringing her hands.

“It’s okay, Nonna. Everything is going to be okay,” she said, hugging the old woman to her chest.

I stilled, watching Sofia’s face as she lifted her gaze to mine and mouthed the one word I wanted to hear since I found her.

Yes.

My heart started pounding, but I made no outward sign of what was happening inside me. No. I would not have allowed Frank to take advantage of the old woman who’d fed me and my men. I was still coming out of the carb coma her pasta had put me under, and stood up to clean my place while Sofia spoke in hushed tones to her grandmother.

The kitchen had standard oak cabinets and stainless steel sink. Weathered wall paper in patterns of beige and yellow lined the walls. It was clean, but old, and well-used. I washed my dish and put it in the sink. Searching for a towel to dry my hands when one was pushed at me.

“Well, how do we do this?” Sofia asked, and I raised my eyebrows as I patted my hands dry.

“You knew well enough how to do it last night, Zaika moya,” I replied, my mind going right to the gutter.

“I don’t mean that,” she said, and her cheeks turned a dusky shade of rose. “I mean, what are the terms exactly?”

“The terms? It is simple. You live with me for one month, expenses paid and compensation will be granted.”

“The lien will be forgiven, and the mortgage brought current?” she asked.

No. I would pay everything off, hire a manager to set the rest of the family right, and fix some of the much needed repairs that even I could see. But she did not need those details. So, I nodded my head.

“And Uncle Frank won’t get his hands on the property?”

“Never, Zaika,” I promised.

Uncle Frank was going to be far too busy running from me to worry about trying to swindle his mother-in-law out of her property. Sofia did not realize she had the wolf in her corner now. She was safe. So was everyone she loved.

But it is only for a month, I reminded myself. Yes. One month. And I was going to enjoy every second of it. I was going to burn through this desire I felt for her, and when it was over, I would still be standing. I did not fully understand my obsession with this woman, but at least I had the chance to cure my fixation.

That was the plan. Keep fucking my Zaika until I no longer felt this ravaging hunger inside my blood.

“What about the rules? Between us for the next month. What is it you want?”

“What do you mean? You will live with me for the next month. You will belong to me. And I will have you, Zaika moya. I plan to fuck you every way I can in that time,” I growl, sounding more like an animal than a man.

But that was how obsessed I was with this woman. She drove me wild. Made me want and hunger in ways I had not felt since maybe ever. Not even when I was a teenager did I get this hard thinking about a woman. My cock jerked, precum leaking from my slit, making my boxers damp.

“Um, I don’t think I like anal,” she stated, and my eyebrows raised.

“You have tried anal?” I asked.

Fuck, my balls seized up, my dick readier than ever to test that theory. Yes, I would have her in every way. Her mouth. Her tits. Her ass. That sweet pussy of hers. My dirty little Zaika would beg for my dick to fill every one of her holes before the month was over.

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