Page 119 of Volatile Obsessions

“It wasn’t deliberate!” she retorted, painting the most dubious expression on my features.

My lips pursed. “Sure it wasn’t. I wasn’t born yesterday, kitty kat. Shirt off, now.”

This time, no smart ass response followed. Coy eyes observed me in her hesitation but, eventually—probably after realizing I wasn’t going to give it up—she sat up in my grasp and yanked the shirt over her head.

It fell somewhere beside me, I think, but I wasn’t focused on that. I was focused on her, on the glisten of alcohol trailing down her chest between her small tits.

“The bra, too,” I pressed, taking a moment to sweep my eyes over the rest of her.

Flat stomach adorned in ink.

Legs spread around my torso.

My mouth watered at the sight of her shorts cinched so high up. If she spread herself any wider, her cunt would be out there for me to see, too.

“Rome…” she whimpered in protest, but it was more meek than anything else.

“Take it off, Lux,” I demanded, running my hands up her thighs.

That sense of reservation was still there, lingering for several beats.

But it dissipated from one moment to the next.

Reaching around herself, she unhooked the single clasp keeping her decent and tossed the bra aside.

The second it hit the ground, I flicked my tongue out around her navel and started upward, following the trail laid out before me.

“Oh, fuck,” she breathed, falling back against the couch.

“Mmm, tastes better off you,” I cooed, licking and sucking my way up to her neck. “But I bet you taste even better.”

Lux moaned softly, threading her fingers into the longer strands of my hair, arching herself into me. “Don’t stop, please.”

Her plea came with a sharp tug on my head. She wanted me closer, on her, forcing me onto the couch as well.

Trapping her between me and the back of the couch, I draped her legs over my own, and slid my hands up the line of her figure, actually taking her in for the first time.

Her tits were perfectly rounded globes, small nipples a pale pink.

I could just imagine them bouncing softly as I gave her every inch, robbing her of all the air in her lungs…

Goddamn…

My dick couldn’t withstand much more, throbbing almost violently beneath my sweats.

A sheer battle of wills was all that kept me—barely—from devouring her right then. Every part of me shook with the need to take those globes within my grip and suck them into my mouth.

“I thought you wanted me to behave,” I gritted out.

Lux nodded, her eyes clamped shut. “I did, but then you did that, and now I’m just… Touch me.”

Leaning forward, I settled my lips beside her ear, her waist caught in my death grip. “Are you wet beneath those tiny shorts right now?”

“Probably,” she breathed.

“You’re making it hard as fuck to keep my word.”

“Fuck it all to hell right now. I don’t care about that,” she asserted, picking her head up to look me in the eye.

The fire within them raged, calling to the beast once more.

“A promise is a promise.” I breathed through the rush, my cock fucking aching in agony. “So now I’m promising you this….I’m taking this pussy soon, Lux—really fucking soon. Do you hear me?”

“Mhmmm.”

Really, really soon.

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