Page 281 of Obsession

“Why?” I bit his lip.

“Because every fucking pair of eyes at the party is on you.”

I looked around and it seemed like no one was looking at me because everyone seemed to be having their own fun.

I pressed myself against him.

“I’m yours, everyone knows that.”

I bit his earlobe and his whole body shook in my hands. I wanted to dance with him, at least the way I’d danced with V, who was now doing just that with Jay.

“It’s not just that, baby,” he held me tighter.

I waited for the second reason. It came when he sank his teeth into my neck and bit down without restraint as his hands squeezed my flesh and my head fell back as I bit my lips to stifle my moan, but then I thought, Why stifle it? I let it escape from my throat over the music.

He was turned on.

Actually, turned on was putting it mildly, I could feel him ready to tear me to pieces. He had watched me dance with V and he had let me do it until I drove him crazy.

In the midst of the high, euphoric crowd, he kissed me until I went as crazy as he did. I didn’t even dance anymore as I struggled not to rip his clothes off because the drug was wreaking havoc inside me.

When we parted, I was breathing heavily and Harris licked my lips.

“You want another drink?” he leaned down to my ear.

Fuck, he’d smelled the alcohol on me.

“No, I’m fine,” I replied quickly, shaking my head.

He smiled in that way that made me higher than PCP.

“Come with me,” he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me through the crowd, and it did not escape me the way everyone cleared a path for him.

He took me to the same table, which was filled with drinks. Aftersnorting a lot of, drinking was a stupid idea, but I was there to have fun, wasn’t I? It wasn’t the first time I’d crossed the line.

Harris reached for a tray of lime slices, then grabbed a tequila bottle, and I knew what he was up to.

“If you get me drunk, that’s the end of your plans, you know that, right?”

He looked at me curiously.

“I’m going to fuck you tonight,” I warned him.

His eyebrows shot up, then he started laughing as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me closer to him, then whispered in my ear.

“I didn’t really want to get you drunk, but now I’m tempted.”

I shrugged my shoulders.

“That’s your risk,” I said, taking a slice of lime from the tray.

He leaned his head to the side, allowing me to have my fun where he didn’t have a fresh tattoo.

I gripped his tank top in my hand and rubbed the slice against his neck, squeezing it a little until thin droplets slid down his skin, then shoved half the slice into his mouth.

God, that was so hot.

I leaned over his neck, stuck my tongue against his heated skin and began to lick the sour juice sensually. Harris moaned, his neck muscles tensing as he gripped my ass with his hands. His veins stood out, and I was ready to bite him like an animal.

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