Tiger's Obsession Collection (Erotic Romance Complete Series - 6 books)

by TorreS, Pet

  - Because you still didn't forgotten me.

  After that, I remain silent. I stare at him for a moment, then pick up my purse and walk quickly toward the door of his room, telling him.

  - Goodbye Larsson Tiger!

  I feel his secrecy on my back. He says nothing and continues watching me from behind. He knows perfectly well that I do not want my departure and neither does he.

  In the way of the passage, I stop my accelerated steps. I park in a cloud of doubts. So looking back over my shoulder and seeing Larsson's image sitting on his bed, ready to receive me in his arms.

  Desperately, I turn the other way around, hastily and walk towards his bed. Along the way I release my purse and it falls on the bedroom floor. Making a noise unimportant to me or to us.

  Wordlessly, I lean my body in front of him, our eyes meet, and then our lips as well. Yes, because I hold the side of his face and steal an unexpected kiss from his lips.

  Our tongues cross and uncross at an accelerated pace, our whispers increase and decrease as our lips collide.

  I feel my skin burning when Larsson Tiger's fingers press my back, lungs and my ribs.

  At that moment I forget that I am about to make love with a paraplegic.

  And how should I proceed to give him pleasure.

  Bluntly, he stares me in the eyes and his hands hold my dress in the front violently and divides it into two. An exciting rises up when I realize that his desire for me is so turned on as my desire for him.

  My private parts blink just from imagining him being my owner for the night.

  - You are mine Emily!

  He whispers close to my ear.

  - Always have been and always will be.

  - Yes...

  I agree closing my eyes while he gets rid of my black lingerie with black polka dots and gold embroidery. My large breasts jump out and almost hit his face, yet he smiles sideways, maliciously and starts to lower his chin toward them. His lips rub the tip of my nipple and he begins to suck it wildly and licking them with his hard and harsh tongue. The warmth of his breath takes me to clouds.

  Soon I rave of pleasure and release a short moan. He insists on sucking the other breast and almost swallows it with his hungry mouth.

  Another moan occurs and he weakly releases its between my breasts.

  My hands firmly hold his neck and I pull his hair, glare at him in his eyes and absorb his lips. I bite them several times. He moans softly.

  My tongue runs down his neck. It stops in his ear region, I nibble a few times and Larsson moans and whispers softly.

  - That's good...continue bitch!

  - You want me to continue?

  I ask with a spicy voice.

  -...Yes...

  Larsson brings me to him and squeeze my ribs, his arm surrounds me completely. As I continue caressing his neck region with my tongue.

  His fingers run down my belly and stop on the inside of my panties. I release another moan, feeling his bigger finger rubbing my clitoris.

  Another amazing energy takes control of me at that time.

  I can say that Armando never gave me the same sensations as Larsson is giving me right now.

  How can this be?

  I would like to know the secret formula that this man has on me. Perhaps because almost all the women he has already led to bed.

  His back slowly touch the soft mattress below us. I see his green eyes. I see a world of delight in them. Which he intends to show me again.

  His eyes are closing when I approach my face to his chest and touch the tip of my tongue on his nipple.

  He moans.

  I suck it with indelicacy, turning my tongue around the peak. Not satisfied, my tongue falls below, slowly, toward his belly button and my loose hair slide down his abdomen, making him shiver all over.

  His hands hold my hair and lift my head, making me look at his face.

  Larsson orders me.

  - Suck me now!

  The weight of his hands disappears when he releases my hair and I lower my head toward his abdomen.

  My hands hurriedly pull his sweat pants down and reveal his genital organ.

  It is hard and erect.

  My hand holds, very carefully, his little toy and soon my mouth absorbs it slowly.

  Larsson raves. Moans.

  I continue and my head makes a continuous movement, like a wave. Coming and going.

  Again Larsson raves and releases a high murmur.

  - Continue slut! Do not stop! Please! Do not stop!

  Chapter 12

  My eyes slowly open the next morning. I seem dizzy of sleep and I blink a few times toward the glass wall. Immediately I sit on the bed and realize I'm in Larsson's bedroom. I hold the sheet at the height of my neck, realizing that I'm completely naked.

  I risk looking to the side and see Larsson's sleeping. With his back to me. He is also naked.

  - My God!

  I mumble.

  - What did I do?

  I sigh and my open palms cover part of my face.

  I shouldn't be there. In Larsson's Tiger bed and especially by his side, completely naked. I had promised myself that this would never happen again.

  I would never feel Larsson inside me again.

  But now it's too late, the stupid thing is made. I don't have how to go back and save my dress. He possessed me again. Again I'm in the domain of this man who devastates me. In bed, he is rapturous, but outside of it, he is an executioner, who humiliates, abuses, commands and doesn't seem to have a heart full of compassion for people or for any woman who wants to spend the rest of her life with him. Enjoying his expected love.

  I get up carefully from his bed. I don't have any intention to wake him up. Then I walk naked towards my dress thrown to the ground and realize it's torn.

  Another despair torments me.

  How will I get back home without clothes?

  Would Larsson do it on purpose to keep me in his captivity?

  I frown to my dress and throw it away. Realizing that he is useless.

  I need healthy clothes to leave that house as soon as possible.

  ***

  Hours later...

  Larsson wakes up and looks around. His eyes compress the moment he makes a silent search inside his dormitory.

  Immediately he shouts.

  - Emily!

  He pushes the sheet aside and realizes that he is naked.

  Another scream occurs impatiently.

  - Emily!

  Looking to one side. He sees a piece of paper and there is something written on it. His fingers reach the yellow sheet and he begins to read what is written there, silently.

  L. Tiger

  What happened last night will not be repeated anymore. I was wrong to come to your mansion.

  Anyway, sometimes we make silly mistakes and then regretted it.

  Please, leave me alone.

  I have a man who loves me and I'm willing to make him happy.

  I will not see you anymore Larsson Tiger.

  Never again...

  But I'm cheering for your full recovery, even if from afar.

  One more thing.

  I picked up two pieces of your clothes from your wardrobe and I will return them by mail.

  God bless

  Emily

  Angry, Larsson crumples the note and throws it away. He sighs and slides his hand through his black hair. Agonizing over my sudden farewell through a ticket with hundreds of words.

  - Damn, Emily!

  His green eyes run throw his room.

  - Not again!

  Chapter 13

  - Mari, help me!

  I say in despair, entering through the door in our apartment. Mari gets scared when she looks at me and she sees me dressed in a black mesh shirt, black sweatpants and high heels. She realizes that these clothes are not mine. They are men's clothes and she also realizes that this is not Armando's style and probably these clothes are not his.

  - What clothes are these?

/>   She questions. Looking at me from bottom to top.

  - Sweatpants with high heels?

  She makes an unpredictable face.

  However I hug her before saying anything.

  - I did something stupid.

  Her arms welcome me. She strokes my head and starts saying.

  - Tell me! What happened?

  - I was not able to resist that man...

  I say detaching myself from her arms. Mari faces me and questions.

  - Wait a minute. What are you telling me, Emily?

  I look around and pinch my lips in deep despair. I feel weak, a loser. An unfaithful woman. A dirty woman.

  - I spent the night with Larsson Tiger.

  Mari's eyes widen, her hand covers her lips and after that she exclaims.

  - For God's sake, Emily! You have a fiancé. You're about to get married! Are you sure you want Armando to be by your side for the rest of your life?

  This question from Mari makes me think about my future again. Then I walk slowly, like a numbed person because of some dormant substance and sit on the couch.

  I see only questions for my future and no certainty to it.

  This is no life...

  Chapter 14

  Sometime later...

  My phone rings in my purse. In that moment I'm walking down the sidewalk in the city center. I'm going in the direction of a bridal shop.

  With great difficulty I manage to find the cell phone in my purse.

  I press the green button without worrying about the person that is calling me on the other side.

  - Hello.

  I speak first.

  A proud and bossy voice vibrates through my phone.

  - Emily! Why are you doing this to me?

  I stop in the middle of the street and look sideways. I look confused. People that pass me by do not care about my agony. With the fear expression on my face.

  - Emily! Say something!

  The voice insists.

  My hand slides across my forehead and compresses it while I try to say something to the person on the other side of the mobile phone.

  - Larsson...I...am...engaged...

  There's a pause, I compress my lips and hold a clear tear in my right eye.

  - I...I'm...going...to try...my wedding dress...at this very moment...

  - You must look gorgeous in a wedding dress.

  - Larsson. I'm serious. I will get married in a few weeks.

  My eyes close when I realize that Larsson gets angry on the other side. I can feel it in their sudden movements. He hits an object.

  - Please don't call me anymore...Leave me alone!

  I beg.

  But Larsson insists in an even angrier voice.

  - Emily don't do that crap! I know you still love me! You cannot marry another man!

  At that moment I take the phone away from my ear. Larsson's words have some effect on me. My fingers desperately turn off the phone away from my ear.

  I stand still. Standing in the middle of the sidewalk. Some people still pass quickly for me. I don't care about their accelerated motion. I don't care about anything around me.

  My tear falls down my face. I imagine myself inside a wedding dress and Armando in front of me at the altar. This scene should fill me with joy, but it's the contrary, it only transmits me torments and uncertainties.

  Meanwhile, far away.

  Larsson hears his cell making a strange noise.

  TUM...TUM...TUM...

  He looks at the dark cell in his hand and says something.

  - Fuck! She hung up on me!

  He throws the cell phone against the wall and it falls to the ground, causing a very high noise. Larsson takes out a cigarette and lights it. Smokes it in a hurry and then releases a gray smoke. With his fist, he hits numerous times the arm of his wheelchair.

  His green eyes reach far away, at that time his mind brings up some memories of his past.

  He remembers the time when he first found me on the roadside.

  He also remembers of when he stole my virginity in the white room at his mansion.

  His thirty-four birthday, when we spent a whole night together.

  The first time I stole a kiss from his lips.

  When we made love in the cage of his tiger.

  Our reunion in the hospital, when he saw my tiger tattoo on my neck.

  And finally, when we made love for the last time. He cannot forget that, me offering him a chain with a tiger pendant.

  Larsson really knows I still love him, even though I am engaged to another man, whom I inserted into my life as my fiancé...my future husband

  Chapter 15

  A few weeks later...

  - Emily, you lost weight!

  Mari exclaims, helping me to close the wedding dress in the back. Mari is already prepared for the ceremony. She and her husband Rodolfo will be my wedding witnesses.

  - This is simply the result of my lack of hunger in recent weeks.

  I say looking down to the huge tail of my mermaid style dress. It is strapless, embroidered with crystal stones.

  After closing my dress on the back, Mari stops before me and looks me as a whole.

  - You are the most beautiful bride on this planet!

  She smiles. I hold her hands and smile with less intensity.

  - Thank you.

  - But don't be late. Soon the driver will come pick you up.

  - I know...

  I say looking down.

  Mari knows me well and realizes that I don't seem blessed. His hand holds my chin and lifts my head. I stare at her. She does the same. Soon I hear her concerned voice.

  - Emily. There's still time to stop this marriage.

  Her voice rises.

  - You don't love your fiancé.

  A tear slowly descends down my face.

  At that moment. Larsson is in his room, looking at the watch on his wrist. He imagines that I'm about to get married within a few hours. However, he remains seated in his wheelchair. Staring at the orange sky. Soon it will be night and the ceremony of my religious marriage will be ready to start in some church in the neighborhood of the city.

  I'm still numbed and I ear Mari's voice calling me in the distance.

  - Emily! Do you hear me?

  I return to my reality and look at Mari's face again. It is full of makeup. Her hairstyle is neat.

  - Yes...I'm...

  Then she insists.

  - Emily, I'm your friend and I want to see your happiness.

  She looks at my white wedding dress.

  - You should be jumping with joy today. You're trying to contain your smile and your tears of emotion to try not to smudge your makeup. But you're not like that.

  She looks to one side and I keep watching her, speechless

  - Honestly.

  She looks back at me.

  - You look like a corpse bride.

  Mari continues talking articulating, but now I don't hear her voice anymore. I turn off from my reality and begin to walk slowly towards the balcony of the apartment.

  I feel the fresh air invade my face. The tail of my white wedding dress slides on the floor. I stop in front of the railing and look to the orange sky. Soon it will be dark and within a few hours I will be at an altar in front of dozens of people and before my fiancé called Armando.

  The man who I must devote all my loyalty, all my life and especially all my love, which I still don't have within me and I don't even know if one day I will have it in my heart.

  Because at that very moment, my intimate is occupied by a man named Larsson William Tiger.

  Slowly I close my eyes and see everything dark. I see myself falling into a well of darkness and sorrow.

  Then I see a light, a reflection of light and Larsson Tiger's green eyes arise between this glow, I see the perfect shape of his face.

  My heart races. Quickly I open my eyes, trying to avoid his image in my mind.

  I realize that I am standing on the balcony of my apartment. It
is night by now.

  The stars are emerging in the sky, as well as a beautiful new moon.

  My hands bolster my chest, as I think in that moment I'll have to make the biggest decision of my life.

  I'll have to revise my concepts again.

  Or I'll marry Armando and I try to have a normal life with the man I believe to be the right man for my life biography.

  However, I run the risk of never matching his love.

  Or, I renounce this distressing marriage and run for Larsson Tiger's arms, even without being sure that he really loves me. That he really can make me happy as it should.

  I'm not sure yet of the occurrence of his resurgent soul.

  Meanwhile one thing is true.

  I still love him.

  I love him more than yesterday and less than tomorrow...

  THE END

  Infinite apex

  PET TORRES

  Book 6

  In the Tiger’s Obsession Series

  Books in this series

  Tiger’s Obsession, book#1

  Robbed virginity, book#2

  Ardent affection, book#3

  Forced penitence, book#4

  Renascent soul, book#5

  Infinite Apex, book#6

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