Page 100 of Volatile Obsessions

Just as I inhaled deeply, coiling around her like a snake, she pushed me off a second time, holding up a warning finger in my face.

“Stay away from me.”

“I can’t do that.” I shook my head.

“I’m serious,” she growled. “Stay. Away from me, Rome. We aren’t good for each other.”

“I’ve already told you that you can’t run from the King, kitty kat, but if you wanna continue living in the land of denial, then be my guest. I’ll catch up to you eventually.”

I would, too.

Eventually, Lux would give into me.

Into this.

The force was too strong for either one of us to escape.

“Kitty kat?” One of her sleek brows shot up as a scoff broke free. “What is it with you and animal names? Do I look like a damned cat to you?”

“No, but those eyes of yours are quite feline.” A single step forward. “And those claws, those claws are quite sharp.”

“I’m not afraid to use them.” She firmed her finger, pointing one of said claws in question right at my throat.

“I believe it.” I pushed her arm aside with ease, inching toward her again. “Can’t wait to feel them running down my back when I finally—”

“When you finally nothing. Nothing is going to happen, Rome. Seriously, stay away from me. This,” she motioned between us, “is a volatile mess, a disaster waiting happen.”

“So you’re going to keep denying you don’t feel it?” I asked, insulted enough that she was able to slip past me and put at least five feet between us.

“I never said I didn’t, but I’m not willing to risk anymore of my sanity to explore it. Promise me you’ll stay away from me…”

Fuck no.

“Lux…” I tried, but she shook her head.

“Promise me, goddammit! In return, I’ll leave you alone, too. I’ll even give you a cut of my territories, whatever you want. Just stay away from me, please. I’m fucking begging you, and I never beg anyone for shit.”

I heard the plea in her voice, but it was the ache in her eyes that hit me hardest.

I hated her all over again for doing this.

For torturing us both when she knew running away from this wasn’t that easy.

A pointless feat.

I wanted to wring her neck, shake the common sense into her. But in a split-second decision, I decided to go along with it.

For now.

I’d bend her soon enough.

“Fine,” I conceded, balling my hands into fists. “But who do I call for—”

“I’ll have my PA get in touch with you. Goodnight, Roman, and goodbye.”

And as quickly as she’d pulled me behind the dumpster was as quickly as she was gone.

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