Page 26 of Blades of Obsession

No, no, no.

This isn’t right.

I know it isn’t right.

He’s in some kind of gang where they probably commit crimes, hurt people—or maybe evenkillpeople.

But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from fluttering low in my stomach.

Chapter 11

BLADE

She slipped off into the bathroom connected to our private dining room after I called her a good girl—flustered, stuttering an excuse, practically tripping over herself. I smirk at the effect I have on her, it’ll make it that much easier to weasel my way in. I’m sure her body will ultimately betray her, surrendering to me before her heart eventually follows suit. In fact, she’s probably soaking wet right now, pacing around in the bathroom, thinking she can shut off her feelings with a little space.

We’ll see about that.

When I push open the bathroom door, she yelps, grabbing her chest. Her fear only turns me on more—those wide eyes, the way her breath quickens, making her tits rise and fall. Her lips parted, looking so damn fuckable.

She absentmindedly places a hand on her hip, popping it out a little. It’s probably a gesture she picked up from cheerleading, but the way it accentuates her curves captivates me.

Damn, why does she do this to me? And so effortlessly at that. She could teach a masterclass on how to make a guy lose his fucking mind. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I’m already getting hard.

“What are you doing? We can’t both be in here at once!” she whisper-yells, like a child afraid of getting caught for breaking a vase.

“Calm down, no one’s coming in. You have nothing to worry about, I promise.” I take a few slow steps in her direction, keeping my eyes locked on hers as I subtly corner her against the wall.

She really doesn’t have anything to worry about, the waiters know not to disturb us. Except that new guy who signed his death wish by looking at Amelia like she was a prime steak on the menu. Every bone in my body told me to kill him right then and there, but I reminded myself that I’m here for a date with Amelia. But best believe, I plan on slicing my knife into him later.

I murmur into the crook of her neck, gripping her waist. “I told you I’d have fun punishing you.” Up close, her rose scent is intoxicating. I want to breathe it in all the time.

“We could get caught. I don’t think this—”

“Shhh,” I interrupt. “Don’t think, just feel. I’ll do all the thinking for you. I won’t let us get caught. Just clear your mind and feel.”

My fingertips glide over her body, and I watch her reactions, noting how her breathing deepens with each touch. My hands trail down to her inner thighs, brushing against her panties. A visible shiver runs through her. I’m not sure if it’s from my touch or from the embarrassment that her panties are already soaked.

“Have you ever been touched before?”

She nods, swallowing hard, and it draws my attention to the necklace around her throat.Mynecklace. It looks so fucking perfect on her.

“I’m going to make sure every trace of anyone else’s touch is erased from you, until your mind, body, and soul can only remember me and my name.”

Before she can respond, beyond a soft whimper, I turn her to face the wall, positioning her hands on the metal bar.

“Aiden…” Her voice is breathy, barely above a whisper.

Fuck.

Why do I hate when everyone else calls me that, but from her, it sounds like she’s casting a spell to get me permanently intoxicated with her.Inher. Until I drown and there’s nothing left of me.

Suddenly, I want to hear herscreamingit until her voice is hoarse.

“You’re trying to make me go crazy,” I murmur against her back, resting my forehead on her shoulder. My hand moves to the back of her neck, tracing the necklace with my thumb.

“Are you doing this because I went to John’s house?” she breathes out.

I freeze, my hand still lingering on her neck before my grip tightens. I almost forgot. She tried to get away from me. Twice now—once at her father’s office, once at John’s.

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